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Lorna Bradley Mar 2012
My poor friend Mike, he’s drunk again. Two beers
and he’s already texting me. “they playd
that songg u luv nd it reminded me
of u”. A few more cups and we’re at, “heyyyyy
u like my abs?” and then an “lol
cuz i really like u.” Then soon, “im home,
but u shuld b here 2.”  And then he spills
some more: “i thnk ur cute :)” shows on my phone
We’re friends, I think. He’s drunk. It’s just a fluke.
It gets too late. He begs, “will u plz tuck
me in?” And when his eyes begin to droop,
the last: “forgiv me plzzz but we shud ****.”

Embarrassment exudes when we next pass.
He looks at me, his face bright red. I laugh.
I would really, really, REALLY appreciate some feedback on this poem!
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
theres nothing left
just dakness
only scilence
long empty thoughts
speachless
hurt
tears running down my face
every one is gone
the wrold is bleak
there are only lies
who am i
who are you
am i a mistake
how many days have came and gone
what even left to say
what is even left to say
the world is ending
when warfare breakes lose
am i going crazy
or am i losing you
how long have i survivied
is there more pain
or do we all dissaper
long days
speachless thoughts
memories fade
from the faces
who playd lies
will we even dare to step out of line
when we are all broken lies
what do se see
our own shadow or the evil in our eyes
nothing makes sence
its all a hoox
is a voice real
or is it just our imagination
do i really sound like that
endless roads
endless memories
what about our past
it scares me with a cold chill
can any one hear me
my screams to pull me out
scary monsters
play out
the moon never leaves
all the stars glow brighter
lighting a candle is no better
what am i to you or you to me
this is all scarey to me
how far cani touch the stars
is there a new path we are
what is the world coming to
is the warfare over
or do we have to take cover so no one can harm the pretty flowers
love
random thoughts pondering in my thoughts with word play mixed in
josh wilbanks Feb 2018
Little brother if you're listenin
i don't want to talk about it
i don't want to mention
i wish i could go back to when
we were kids again and
if i could change the future
lord knows that i would do it
cause i'm tired of dumb and stupid
so many mistakes im feelin useless
i'm suppossed to be the bigger man
i'm suppossed to lead the way
i'm suppossed to have the plan
but there's things i can't explain
deep inside of me there's a pain
and it's not an excuse i'm just sayin
i really hope you understand
cause it's consumin me
so caught up on who i used to be
drownin all my demons
that plan was straight stupidity
and i know it took a toll,
i know i playd a roll
in your choices, your decision, and as i'm gettin old
i love you more than anything
I really hope you know
i'd give the world to clear those memories
take em right out of your skull
cause we got the same mother
but i don't feel like im your brother
i never did got to know just
how our parents told ya
that i'm movin out the house,
cause rehabilitation kicked me out
and they didn't know quite what to do
but i can't keep on lettin loose
they can't let me **** up my life,
not while i'm under their roof
and i can no longer make excuse'
startin to understand the truth
one thing i never thought about
was how i was affectin you
See i can take the liver damage
my brain can take the abuse
my stomach can throw up but
i only got one chance with you
and in a classic ****** fashion
that one chance i know i blew
i know that you forgive me
but that's not what i'm askin
a part of me wants to believe
that this is actually happenin
and i can turn the clock back
restart and make it not sad
and teach you how to be a man
cause our father never can
and i know it's not his fault,
he aint had a father himself,
there's just so much time lost
that's why everyone calls me josh
back then i had a longer name
and thats all i think about when they say
joshua, or joshie, or mention abbey place
where we grew up together
shared a room
and i taught myself to shave
those were the good years,
with blue pool,
at the blue house,
at a small school,
back before i was a fool,
back before i knew what love was,
but lord knows i loved you
lord knows i still do
i'm sorry
ARuckus May 2018
Girls be checking me wishing they could be me, girls be fronting me always trying to compete cuz they incomplete with no originality they need to check they own reality. seems they get close when they have something to gain when All Is Lost I'm the one slain. Peeps be shooting me down saying what they think is right no one asks if I'm alright. They tell me angels can't fly but I be looking up in the sky all I see is rainbows and stars while I be cut up and left Lonely with scars. Boys be checking me out trying to feel me out trying to throw some game all they want is they claim to fame. I need some peace of mind in this Daily Grind before I lose myself and just unwind. People be looking at me like they know me thinking they in charge and have something to show me. All I see is an endless mob trying to push me into the fog. I get lost, I get lonely, I have no one to comfort me. Everyone who gets close only wants to boast acting like they the king of Mars or a queen of the stars. No one sees the real me they only see what they want to see. They *** their blinders on, while im just tryina find a tomorrow. People be slangin my name as it is they only claim to fame. Gold diggers be mind f* people with they own agendas all acting like they trying to help us. I sing the  Blues with a sad tune, cuz i got no way to vent trying to say what I meant, always misunderstood cuz people think I'm Hood. b be throwing elbows trying to check me trying to test me trying to front me trying to bump me, get in line cuz u aint so divine. Bout to be thrown, cuz ive grown. They call me narcissist I just think I'm sick of this ****, all these games playd tired of peeps throwin flames. Just need some peace of mind to get back to my Daily Grind. These people are blind they walk around people of all kind. They want to call me a racist say I walk  with a white Hood. What they don't know is that I'm from the hood. I be mixing with all type so they need to get off they gripe Cuz I'm the only one leading a lonely life. They want to call me crazy cuz they think I'm having a baby. I'm just begging and pleading for some peace of mind for my daily grind. I be trying to float like a butterfly while they sting like a bee all this negativity is drowning me. These boys be getting heinous and jealous they ain't loyal trying to act like they some kind of royal. You want riches and you want fame get your head in the game, take it out of some other b ***** and be a man not some kind of boy toy wussy. B want to be me, guys want to f and no one wants to claim me. My family abandoned me they all say I'm crazy they don't want you to know what goes on behind closed doors cuz they all in Scientology. You think I'm trash well I know you're just bout that cash. They Chew you up n spit you out, they forget what it's all about. They *** they own agenda when it doesn't meet they own they try n end ya. I only spit lyrics and write rhymes to get me through these tough times. I think Chester was onto something real when he couldn't deal. Sinking down flailing trying not to drown. Head's barely above water sometimes I think I think it's time i take that drink. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words are what really hurt me. Tired of being spit up and chewed out think I'm ready for the shootout. See people going to take these words I write down try and make me look like a clown I'm just trying to turn my frown upside down. I'm sick with angst and lack of loyalty for everybody be walking around thinkin they royalty. Why so down and lackluster he asked cuz ppl walking around saying they want to bust her cuz they know they can't f with her. Tired of these b* stalking me, I'm just trying to be free. Sometimes you need to let the Beast go in peace so as to not have to get the police. Tired of the harassment and mind games cuz all they want is they own claim to fame. Tired of these b trying to stalk me, thinkin they the ****** boss o me, tryina talk to me, tryina rule me, trying to confuse me, ***** you bout to be my muse. You wanna stake yo claim? Get yo own f game

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