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David Nelson Sep 2011
Punk Sandwich

there he is walking down the street
slicked back hair and a thin mustache
high rise collar on his button down shirt
sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash

he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickel rye
he loved his mama and his brothers too
he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk
there was more and you knew he knew

fear for him does not exist or so he claims
quicker than a bolting flash of light
behind you with a jagged edge of blade
he is no one to challenge to a fight

he has connections to all the right ones
the ones you need to know for security
or to make some annoyance disappear
his word is golden shinning with a purety

a perfect friend intelligent curteous and brave
but these can all change to weapons of death
if you are so disposed to challange his way
it just might be your very last breath

after dropping you in a pool of disguise
he will tip his fadora with playful grace
back on his brow and cigarella between his lips
and that same old smirk upon his face
  
Gomer LePoet...
Alice Burns Jun 2013
These playful boys
Ducking in and out from the sea of umbrellas
Occasionally poke their heads out to be splashed by my rains
A waterfall of another substance, with no intention nor motive
But simply given to bathe all in purety and joy
Free from payment and contract

My water drizzles from pores as if never ending
And my cloud, held up by these feeling boys
Who, upon looking upon my cloud
Create invisible pillars, sturdy and unbreakable, keeping it from falling from sky
These links pass their happiness to the outline to the grey mists embodied
Often misleading simple eyes to presume unwanted storms and floods
And hopefully more may look up, to find their silver lining

But as I look down to see my waters humble achievements
I am blinded by the swarm of blockades erected
Falsely they fear the waters as they fear other things natural and of form
Suspicion instilled by mergers already signed causes distrust
For they're accustomed to a price, and deals being made
Blindly they cannot see this freedom was rightfully theirs to begin with

The truth disguised in every drop of rain is eternal, without expiry nor catch
Unlike those temporary pleasures offered by fog and shadow
But so many droplets go straight to the ground, dead and unrealized
Trampled on as the crowd continues living in shade
Each hit, bruises me and my cloud, darkening the already looming grey
Unintentionally the growing cloud provokes more deterrence from storms broadcasted maliciously
But still, I release my waters, looking down to those boys who care not for light in darkness
wehttam Jun 2014
My impression of women
is disheartened
by the most wonderful admiration.
A beauty
that once found grace
is a constant fear.
In their figure and their face
does hurt or spooky complete this.
I blue
Hollywood away to
lay awake in brood mares
stirring passive fires in
warm honey.
"I loved you."
Is naught "love" ewe.
Place this heart in a blender
and press,... love, or hate,
or any other garilous word
on the surface of the arcade.
Madness, or slight copped,
minced or purety.  
How then on any day
can watching a badly writen
play make surety?  
Does rhyming
have another way
to find I lauded enrapture
with the death
the tallest of tale tale hearts
doesest thou now know
if proven that one love is
worth all women.  
Reveled in horror
the blender shakes
as does my arcane prose
to the figure
of a woman
in underwear
on Friday,
the 13th.
i feel like old gum... to good.
bouhaouel zeineb Jan 2015
i looked in the eyes of devil
and the devil looked right back
the journey of terror just began
there is no way to ran
i began to live in the darkness
and i became heartless
i start to face my cursed fate
with a shattered mind
i was blind and unkind
i was dancing around the fire
with the devil by my side
i was mumbling nonsense
since i lost my conscience
i started to cast spells
like a crazy wicked witch
it was a full moon
so i prayed the lord to give me strength to battle the devil
so i could reach another level , the level of the ultimate purety
and suddenly it started to rain glitter and stars
and i knew my soul was saved
i could see the sunlight right now
i feel enlightened and shiny
everything seem beautiful
zeineb bouhaouel Sep 2014
i looked in the eyes of devil
and the devil looked right back
the journey of terror just began
there is no way to ran
i began to live in the darkness
and i became heartless
i start to face my cursed fate
with a shattered mind
i was blind and unkind
i was dancing around the fire
with the devil by my side
i was mumbling nonsense
since i lost my conscience
i started to cast spells
like a crazy wicked witch
it was a full moon
so i prayed the lord to give me strength to battle the devil
so i could reach another level , the level of the ultimate purety
and suddenly it started to rain glitter and stars
and i knew my soul was saved
i could see the sunlight right now
i feel enlightened and shiny
everything seem beautiful
memoona kazmi Jan 2019
happiness is
dancing in rain and,
in sun getting tanned,
happiness is
playing in snow and
watching the hot sun glow,
happiness is
falling for purety, and
loving even abnormality,
happiness is
walking at night and
waiting for dawn,
happiness is
not where you seek it,
but where you create it..........
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