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People pass by
Mic's were off
Facade was the banner of hope.

Voices all over the provinces
All with the same goal
Rightly urged with own reasons.

Two faces were present
Painted with grimace
Or with broaden smiles.

The screening was stern and severe
Camera rolls on with Level 2
"Next," "Give me another song"
The voice sounds no roughs of plead
A voice pushing rivals
To their very own frontiers

I was startled
So this is how they do it
Selection, great screenings
There're expectators
There're hope hurtles
*Dreams will sooner be pulled of.
Watching the Voice!!
Pink Halverson Jan 2010
I wish I could help you
Fix you
I wish I hadn't done what I did to you
Maybe I should have just shut you out
from the very beginning
Run at the very first
Warning sign
But I didn't
I was a fool
I didn't know what I was getting into
Something more than friends
Something more than excitement
Even more than disloyalty
I brushed on the surface of love
And sent ripples through the water
That eventually turned into waves,
Roughs,
Tsunamis.
And they crashed on you,
Drown you.
I am at fault
For all of this.
But all I can do is repeat words like the waves.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
Jonothan Lewis Aug 2013
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say

I slave away
Pen in hand
Trying to express
The way I feel
About some things
Not trying to impress

I write and write
I try my best
To put out a masterpiece
But time after time
Rhyme after rhyme
The dream is not yet complete

To look at some
Who get everything
People drooling over their roughs
The comments pile up
But my poems remain
Empty and untouched

Although I write
For no one else
It still would be very nice
For people to
Appreciate
The emotion in what I write

The worst part is
I'll never know
If I was ever any good
Because people could
Never take the time
To give my work a look

No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
I was born a mermaid.
Half divine fish,
Half human female.
My thoughts swam far and wide
taking no prisoners.

I did not know I was myself
until the age of six.
My life had seemed like
an extraordinary dream
up to that point.
I wasn't a girl bound by a name.
I was the queen of a world
of sea-kings and sea-nymphs.
The day I glimpsed myself in the mirror,
I rose from the waves,
and caught a whiff of reality.
It hit me so hard
I couldn't breathe anymore
amongst the fish I called friends.

I had to surface
but I couldn't leave the sea.
Land is too harsh
for a mermaid's glistening scales.
It roughs them up,
takes away their shine.
But the sea was also
inhospitable to those
who only halfway belonged.

I drifted between
the two worlds
always keeping my head upright
above the waves.
My skin grew sunburnt,
My wrists grew thinner,
My eyes grew dimmer,
with every appearance
of the moon's wistful face.

The two sides of me
were at war
and I was slated to be
the sole casualty.

I did the only thing I could
held my breath
sank under the waves.

I made a deal with the sea-witch,
tore my tail apart
til it made two legs.
Shed every single scale
til the skin underneath
wept red tears.

I made a deal with the sea-witch
I gave her what was left of my tail.

I made a deal with the sea-witch,
I didn't realize that
my rebirth from the waves
onto the gritty shore
would be the last time
I tasted the salt on my tongue
and the wind in my mermaid-hair.

I made a deal with the sea-witch
I gave her my soul.
This seems like it was inspired by the Little Mermaid, but it started out going in a completely different direction. Only when I finally finished the poem and showed it to a friend did I realize that it has a lot of parallels with Ariel's story, but I didn't actually mean it to be that way.
In your Sillouette,
Painted Gold, against Magic Curtain.
This Oz Stage, Hiding our bodies.
I am lingering.

You are gilded beautiful
Bare ******* pointed at Chandeliers
****** Capstones sealing perfect Arches
I am a foot protruding from your sculpture
In mustard.
I am that blot behind your Hip Bone

Cold Draft from the window
Opened Opposite the Magic curtain
A breath of ocean waves
Our bodies casting illusions
In ripples of Moonlit fabric
Dancing around our sillouette.

Black Moss collects in the shape of your tattoos
Silk screen thighs,
Underbust Corset

where the breeze whispered

where my fingertips wrapped your hipbones.
growing where we Calloused
In our Roughs
In our trenches
Rubbing Leather against Silk

You invested in our common interest.
A mirror, Fastened to the Ceiling.
Reflecting Our Two Loudest Vices.
Ownership,
And your body.

I love the Chips in your paint.
I hate the man who painted you.

infected by Tunnel vision Voyeurism
Sick with a Spiderweb brain
Spinning from your imperfections.
You are so, perfect.

Artists come from all over
To watch the magic curtain.

Your Golden arching Back.
My Mustard Toes.

we all look at you,
even you look at you.
we do not Blink.
Just stare, position ourselves.
behind this curtain.

Our callouses grow like the black moss
bodies marble under ocean pressure
erode from the chill winds
Your archaic exhibitionism
Carved From Counting Gazes
Mustard eternally pondering
why our sillouettes, different colors
Drawn by the same moon,
Casted on the same cloth.
- K T P - Apr 2012
One day I sat alone
Staring out over the endless tides of blue.
Dark thoughts scouring for a moan,
As my mind ‘s eye focused on Nature’s hue.

Incessant honking, sirens and colored lights plagued the night.
As I sat there, peering out into the world I left.
My neighbors came by hiding sympathy for my plight.
Ever confused as to my serene chin’s cleft.

A crowd grew as they wandered around my yard anxious for a show.
I sensed a uniformed officer approach me.
Her energy vibrated with a dull maroon glow.
I blinked at this new energy I could see.

She stopped mid step as she watched my reaction.
I looked down at my hands and found them full of blood.
My once serene face quivered with curious reflection.
She reaches down to her hip, as her mouth opens like a blossoming bud.

Her mouth moved but her words I did not hear.
That voice so sweet, so pure, so near!
“Where are you my love!”
My face twists to the sky as I hear her from above.

It was only then that I heard the officer’s words.
As my eye wanders to a man’s body bleeding at my feet.
“Put it down Mr. Birds!
We all know you got him beat!”

My body quivers as images flash through my mind.
My wife, tied to the bed.  My son’s door kicked in.
Serenity flushes from me as rage begins to unwind.
A man lies over her on my bed, doing his cardinal sin.

The rage surges as my scream erupts throughout the night.
My neighbors fallback as the officer grabs her gun.
I see her gun and confusion set me right.
Again her voice!  Telling me not to run.

Her sweet voice yearned me to drop the knife,
I instantly react as the knife falls to the ground.
The officer sees this and takes a few steps wary of strife.
I look and see all the pained faces around.

The officer pats me down as my eye wanders to heaven’s gate.
“I am sorry dear!” was all I could say.
Her voice sweetly answered in a tone definitively innate.
“We love you dear, please find your way.”

The officer puts my hands behind me as she places the cuffs.
A new voice pours from heaven’s roughs.
“I love you dad.  We are finally safe.
Now go and find your way to us without anymore strafe.”

His pure words shocked me to the core,
As water gushed from my long dry shores.
My emotional rigidness was no more,
Leaving the sadness and grief free to explore.

Only then did I see all the brighter blue hues,
Of my comforting neighbors, and friends.
There to mend what they could of what was left from life’s blues.
That was when I knew, that love never ends.
With nary a thought to pose or process
With scary, a way of thinking
I am someone, or the type who, tends to do certain things in a certain way
But what is it worth if it does not read well?
Or to call someone who sounds like yourself and the ensuing contrast of awkwardness
**** n' ****, luck or gettin' lucky in any way colloquial terms for coitus or *** in general, I've none which is not to say I've not in the past or won't in the future but right now there is no significant two-way companionship which I really do want for a variety of reasons to be.
To simply, with cliche, be.
No such comfort will exist in my life for longer than a comparably short while, it would seem.  Nope, no happiness for me, only discomfort, depression, and stress.
No such great is a thing as a two-person love and experience.
And I am alone, truly.
And I am alone, more truly than my peers or fellow poets or parents or family or any other being sharing a universal genus or scientific similarity.
You know nothing of insanity so stop spouting and spewing this beautiful word and defaming and relegating it to a common "lol" or emoticon or any other thing that is obviously below it.
Standard crusted creation of melting erasure dissolving dissipation and dead-eyed cuffing stuffs stuffing still with tough metal roughs of through-bred thoroughly fed fattened and read something a little like this - DISGUSTING MUSK-SCENTED RUSTING HORMONE RIDDEN DERISION OF A TEENAGE HUMAN ****.
Operated in an operation inside of an operation on a mechani-borg.
Even if needed, that I continue that is, I couldn't, my right earbud's busted.  ****.
Sharon Talbot May 2019
I never really liked Hugh Grant,
'til I saw him in "About a Boy",
It's not as weird as it might sound;
This lonely kid likes to hang around
And play with Hugh Grant's toys.

Wait, I didn't mean THAT! I meant CD's,
And he teaches Hugh about life...
Hugh's a loner & his life's a mess,
The kid's mum is SO depressed,
Thus their neuroses fit like peas.
(in a pod)

See, jerks in school chase the boy each day,
‘Cause he wears old, hippie clothes.
One day he hides at Hugh Grant’s pad,
Listens to music that’s kind of rad,
So he shows up every day.

Hugh and the lad start hanging out
He buys him trainers, shows him what to wear.
But soon, the kid wants Hugh for a dad,
And though it makes Hugh selfishly sad,
He kicks the poor kid out.

"Killing me softly" is the Mum's fave song
So the other kids beat him up.
In a school concert, Hugh sings along.
The mom is thrilled and cooks some Tofurkey,
Hugh joins the crowd; Thanksgiving is quirky,
And Rachel Weisz picks him up.

She’s got a son who’s kind of ******,
Over his Mum’s divorce and he tries to be Goth.
He roughs up the boy and mom is stunned,
'Cos Hugh Grant lied about having a son
So she tells him it’s a no go.

In the end, Mum doesn't commit suicide,
Though the kid DOES waste a duck,
With a loaf of Mum's 10 lb., whole wheat bread.
Everyone laughs and it clears their heads.
Mum & Boy and others get glad,
And the boy's mum finds him a new dad

Rachel forgives the boyish Hugh,
After seeing his good deed.
He loves the kid, the mum and her.
Everyone gathers for Xmas at Hugh’s’;
He wears a paper hat and agrees:

He's no longer an island and needs other folk.
The Boy gets a pal and Mum no longer sulks.
Everything is saved by the new Hugh Grant,
And at least he doesn't wear LEATHER PANTS!
A silly "review" of a great film: Inspired by Hugh Grant’s lame leather pants in that film about an over-the-hill 60’s singer in Love Actually, and then his much more believable character in About a Boy.
Taking the roughs with
the smooths;
appreciating God oft.
Bharti Singh Aug 2014
When your grey is marooned
Life seems like a goon
Pliability is cached somewhere
Boldness becomes a tough affair

Brooding over roughs
Becomes the way of life
Seething over pain
Is all you think is fine

Strong mind becomes
So fragile and meek
Constant approval always
Is then what you seek

Yes, yes, you are
B
      R
            O
                   K
                         E
                                                     N from within
But do you realize
Only a broke knows
Value of everything

So unleash the pain
In one go and just holler
Remember, every holler
Makes you stronger

Once your anguish
Is washed out in tears
Your vision to foresee
Future becomes clear

Say cheers to life!
We all must be thankful to God or any supernatural power that we believe in for getting human life. Otherwise, we could have been anything animal, dust, tree, ******* or anything. Being the super most species of the food chain, we posses special senses and emotions. Let every emotion negative or positive enrich your feeling of being human.

Cheers to life once again; what's next you never know! :):):)
Angela Rose Nov 2017
I’m the one before “the one”
I’m the one that you meet before you get your big break
I’m the one before the one that makes your heart race and your knees shake
I’m the woman you love before you meet your bride
I’m the storm that roughs up the waters and then they reach their perfect calm when I pass
I’m the boom that shakes up your life and makes you realize what you don’t want
I’m the woman you learn to hate because I’m a forest fire that cannot be tamed
So pick me, someone come on and love me so that you can finally meet the love of your life when my storm has passed
Mitchell May 2011
I kept
A heart
That
Wasn't
Mine

I
Picked it up
From another
Far off
Time

In my
Pocket
It sits
And rests

I know
I'm not a Man
That is
The best

But break
My chest
Steal
Mine own

Steal my
Diamonds
Buy
Your gown

Not another step
Don't even prep.
For the magic of the mind
That drifts through
All of time

Ha!
Is a word for laughter
-
Is
Nothing at all

These symbols
Penetrate you
And they dry
Me

At last the hours has struck its final Raven Big Sleep Roar
The lizard looked up
Where it finally saw
God's grandest lie

Pen of Enveloping Mystic Soliloquy
Take my mind
Far away
From this disintegrating place

Ravish a land
That I never
Got to
Know

You were the one that stole
All this
Away from me

You were the one
That shouted your curses
From the curly foamy
Bur roughs

Ha!
Is a laugh
- is
Nothing at all

Shake the silver
Deep within those pockets
Grip your only lover's locket
Deep within that pocket
Piyath Feb 2021
From down the depths of setting clouds,
reaching to lift the earth around,
playing on shattered rays; sundown,
a heart bestows his love to love

Every breath reds his skin,
a ****** of lust; a shackle of roughs,
his kisses; a vile of touch,
his gaze; a blazing must

For oceans erupt in fondling clouds,
like a love that loves to love,
yes, his heart's for him and only his,
forever and ever, he'll be his only him
Badshah Khan Feb 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 50

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Wisely allow my gentle soul to flow,
Like a flowy river in the lush forest,
Peacefully allow to flow until;
It fulfils his divine destiny!

It may flow gently through,
Several terrible curves or It may;
Subtly shift several desired directions.

Some day roughs, sometime smooth,
Peacefully allow him to flow until;
It fulfils his divine destiny!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Isabella James Nov 2010
Yes, I’m leaving,
For a bit longer then a while.
Yes, I’m traveling,
Farther then a mile.

So you might think,
That all hope is lost,
And like a raging sea,
All your feelings are tossed.

But I am in the wind,
That whispers through your hair.
And I am the river,
That’s going no where.

I am the Air,
That roughs up the day.
That tells you my heartbeat,
When I’m so far away.

And I am the dreams,
That fill up you head.
I am the pillows,
That litter your bed.

I am there,
Even when I’m not.
For I am in everything,
That you’ve got.
Barton D Smock Nov 2013
as I come into someone else’s own, I agree to meet my brother at a clawfoot tub I hope is still there.  I fill a bucket with water and leave it with my wife for good luck.  I walk from the house in mild weather and become plain to you.  I pass the mud my father’s eye goes without.  I tire.  I come to in my brother’s arms and his badge has left a mark on my cheek.  sleep is like a slug I can’t overtake and then it is my tongue or in its privacy.  brother roughs me into the tub headfirst so I can hear the highway.  he preaches and they were followed by two sets of footprints until the footprints had to rest else they’d be too fat to die.  these parts you're money or hush money.
Marie-Niege Nov 2013
leave me be
       with the toxicity of my thoughts
breathe me humble into the blades of the night
dream me pure through the comforts of my words,
on this night i feel deep within the roughs of his voice,
southern charmed beneath my lobes, on this night,
i heard his noise in my thoughts and indeed, he did
                 sing to me,
great poems of comfort
i'm falling real soft, into his night
Penne Jan 2019
Peeling off my layers
In front of you in the naked glazers
No blazers
Oh, anxiety grows in the air
Can I now retreat to my normal flair?
Before I opened bare
My body sheltered in shame
Tasted lame
Ruined a good name
Mind gambling in games
Hands twitch and fidget
Into directions anyone cannot forget
Warmth is not enough
To smoothen the roughs
If I cannot withstand all the melodrama,
Can you be my anesthesia?
Since exists in my head is an everlasting psychedelia
Tiptoeing on shards of firearms
May I weep in your frail arms?
Do it mean harm?
Will my skin not switch into a smoke alarm?
Will I be able to be vulnerable?
Defenseless surrender
Before the wars turn into murders
And not alter to *****
When nowhere left to release the fumes
When to breathe as a chrysanthemum
When I still cannot find an asylum?
Defeating my memoir
In the phase of searching a livewire
Since I lived once in a birdhouse
Where it is already wall-tight and always a full house
I know I am afraid, for no correct steps are laid
Please
I am already a regret
Now, do not fret
Exhibiting my secret is equal to losing to an opponent
Faith to me is blind
Especially when you are not in right mind
Dada Olowo Eyo Nov 2015
Nowhere to go now,
I am stuck with you,
To ride on the crests and troughs,
Together smiling through the smooths and roughs.
Accidently in Paris

From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn't know the way, but I had a map
he could not read, so I navigated, first left, second right and so one.
We got there after three hours, I tried to pay, but the driver would
not hear of it, made a U. turn and shot at me, he was a lousy shot
I stood there in the street of houses ready to expel anyone
who didn't behave rich and since I walk like a penguin was accepted,
They say a blond girl has much fun, but I tell you a bald man has
more fun at Molin Roughs, (wrongly edited.)
Synchronized dancing and I was thinking when are we going
to eat? Someone a woman I was temporally in love with, arranged
so I could have soup. It was a feathery show, and I sneeze a lot.
Alex Sep 2022
Oh honey it's going to be all right
Can't I be by your side tonight
Just asking in the moonlight
You don't have to be alone
You're the only love I've ever known
You can't break my heart
it's set in and Stone
I hope you know
You don't have to fight your battles alone
With me you always have a safe place to call home
In this world we're all alone
It beats you down and roughs you up
Until eventually you give up or stop giving a ****
But it's different for everyone
no one should have to fight alone
So we meet people along the way
that eventually help make us okay
So can you let me be your safe space today
I'll let you go out and play
even if you don't come back another day
As long as you end up happy and okay
That would simply make my day
You may not be around but I feel you in my heart
Sometimes I think back to the very start
I don't know what I could do that could make you stay
but it's okay
Maybe for you it's just another day
I didn't quite expect you to go away
I'll be okay
I hope I'll be okay
With just being another day

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