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I've got poetic licence So I can right however I want. Even if whatever I right doesn't make sense I kan right with whichever font. I use my poetic licence in whatever I right An sometimes, de thins I right does not look write I have de power power 2 repeat rhymes Over and over countless of times I use abbreviations in de mst unusual ways My, commas, and!!!!!, escalations, marks come!!! as they may!!!! I've got poetic licence cos I am a poet I use it in odes, elegys, ballads, epitaphs, and sometimes in sonnets. I am never rong. And with my poetic license I will remain strung.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
PoETiC LiCeNCe
I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let her introduce herself. Sadie, she said, like The Beatle's song. I'm hard to forget, so I asked, What's your motto? She breathed in reverse. She looked at the door. She was past mottos. It was Josh, right? Yeah. Let me tell you something. I'm the bad, **** ***** that's gonna wreck your health. And she did. Every weekend for 105 weekends. I opened her up like a paycheck. I spent her on a big brass bed. I spent her on glass tile. I spent her on the kitchen island. The Japanese table. The water lily pond. Her brother Frank or Gary or Marvin---some American classic---kept us horizontal with white whiskey from his personal still. Personal still. And there is a house in New Orleans, but there's another one in Colorado Springs, one you should be wary of. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let him tell me about his dream. My name is Jack, he said, as in Jumpin' Jack Flash. Like the Rolling Stones' song? Like the Stones' song, man. You were in it. Four white girls shared one mic. Karaoke night. You were in my dream. Are you listening to me? I'm gonna say it anyways. I only had one eye, but I could see you. Seen you plain as day. You were scared of me. As you should be. We were on the coast. No, I don't know which one. I saw that thought on your forehead. It was a dream. Anyway, you were holding a pen. A giant pen. And I asked for your name. I lifted my drink from the makeshift napkin coaster. Pulled a pen out of my coat pocket. Straightened out the napkin. I scribbled Nobody. Handed it to him. And aimed myself toward the interstate. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. She had one helluva an afro. Her name was Katrina, not like any song, like the hurricane. My skin tastes a little like coffee, Katrina said. I like coffee. You wouldn't like me. Probably not. But I've been lost in this bar forever. I could change my mind. No, sweetie. Forever ain't that long. Just ask my ex-husband. Katrina paid for her drink. Asked me if I'd like the change. Yeah, I'll take it. I called my buddy Chris back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. I called my buddy Ben back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. Sam. Sarah. Brooks. Nothing. Silence. Barkeep (I always wanted to say it), I don't think your phone is working. It works. You gotta remember kid. You're on Rocky time. There's an hour, every night, where you're the only person you know that's awake.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
MST
I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let her introduce herself. Sadie, she said, like The Beatle's song. I'm hard to forget, so I asked, What's your motto? She breathed in reverse. She looked at the door. She was past mottos. It was Josh, right? Yeah. Let me tell you something. I'm the bad, **** ***** that's gonna wreck your health. And she did. Every weekend for 105 weekends. I opened her up like a paycheck. I spent her on a big brass bed. I spent her on glass tile. I spent her on the kitchen island. The Japanese table. The water lily pond. Her brother Frank or Gary or Marvin---some American classic---kept us horizontal with white whiskey from his personal still. Personal still. And there is a house in New Orleans, but there's another one in Colorado Springs, one you should be wary of. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. I let him tell me about his dream. My name is Jack, he said, as in Jumpin' Jack Flash. Like the Rolling Stones' song? Like the Stones' song, man. You were in it. Four white girls shared one mic. Karaoke night. You were in my dream. Are you listening to me? I'm gonna say it anyways. I only had one eye, but I could see you. Seen you plain as day. You were scared of me. As you should be. We were on the coast. No, I don't know which one. I saw that thought on your forehead. It was a dream. Anyway, you were holding a pen. A giant pen. And I asked for your name. I lifted my drink from the makeshift napkin coaster. Pulled a pen out of my coat pocket. Straightened out the napkin. I scribbled Nobody. Handed it to him. And aimed myself toward the interstate. I shoud've told the bartender to tie me to the last working pay phone. But I didn't. She had one helluva an afro. Her name was Katrina, not like any song, like the hurricane. My skin tastes a little like coffee, Katrina said. I like coffee. You wouldn't like me. Probably not. But I've been lost in this bar forever. I could change my mind. No, sweetie. Forever ain't that long. Just ask my ex-husband. Katrina paid for her drink. Asked me if I'd like the change. Yeah, I'll take it. I called my buddy Chris back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. I called my buddy Ben back in Oklahoma, but he didn't answer. Sam. Sarah. Brooks. Nothing. Silence. Barkeep (I always wanted to say it), I don't think your phone is working. It works. You gotta remember kid. You're on Rocky time. There's an hour, every night, where you're the only person you know that's awake.
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Am supposd to b rytn abt hm. Wat i wnt hm to do to me Do for me...... Bt the moment ths pen reachs th paper she comes out Her tht little scared gal She wnts hr pain bared to u Shz troubld Inside hr heart She hates every1, mst especially hrself Shz manipulative, shz th mothr of pain Tormentd little brat Not all wounds heal Shz damagd, u cnt help hr, i wnt let u You see shz th main personality n am hr strongest outer ego Th othrz r weak Am in charge, she creatd me to protect hr Am doin js tht. U wnt her. Yes i knw such a pretty gal n yet such an ugly soul
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Perfectly painful
i don't say that enough, not ever enough. maybe if i said it more everything would be alright. please don't go, please don't stay silent, please don't stop being you, please don't... i'm sorry for what i said i'm sorry for what i did wrong i'm sorry for being a bad friend i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry i'ms rory i'm storry i'mst oryr r im sorry im sorru im' soryr i'm sorryr i im soryr im sory pleas e lplease lea s eplease pl as e dont go i'm soryr im osryrr ims srour
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
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