"shr" poems
You talk trash like a doorman,
who treats others like doormats,
thinking you have that right, cause,
you fired first!
did you get lost on your way to a poetry
slam, and so you have no where to compete?
as self appointed (shr)editor,
you stir the *** and leave the room,
leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight,
just waiting for it to go off.
do you unto others as you would have do unto you,
somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry,
but no worry, I have even liked some of your
real
poetry,
What Was I Thinking?,
Observe life and report in rhyme or prose,
But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my
ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me,
dress it up in classic forms,
who let you create a standard of norms?
take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost
and loves won, but instead you
load your keyboard with angry
words, waiting for the sound you like,
the sound of your own voice, PULL!
to achieve release...
who died and left you in charge,
or are you sitting sad and alone,
on one of the google barges?
cute trick to hide in hash tags,
not very original, gotta hand it
to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word
bully around. linguistically pure,
of that I am sure, for no human,
would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation
down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A.
what did the others word-
hunters go on vacation and
you got stuck taking turns?
What a way to waste a holiday?
So be a good gourmand, and
get back to excessive feasting,
on food, and
not people's
works.
KTWK
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
His foot steps she follows
yet he is angry
not happy with her
no matter how she tries
she on his time clock
money doesn't matter to him
it's not his
she spends to make him happy
yet when she is broke down bottom
his words are give him space
for she has nothing to give
a clock that ticks
seeing by face
he turns awau
not give her the contactiom
of the eye's
words come
she speaks
following his foot steps
made him angry
his words to her
by his own voice
is saying
FU
turns away angry
telling her
your not following his foot steps
she see's what he does
in her point of view
she does what he does
borrowing from people
asking the people
money he needs
if it's okay with him
all she knows
following the steps of him
now angry
a child
places his face towards
the window
while riding on the bus to home
saying good by to him bu her
made her feel the whole
world is against all
odds
when people do this all day
facts of life
he cannot except the mistakes
he does
all she knows
clock ticks on his timer
where facts are straight
asking by someone
she is doing what he does
following his foots to wha he does
she feels it's for her
he place judgment on her
for the mistakes she does
is not exceptable
but it's okay for him
to follow his own foot steps
of his mistakes
now angry
he ignores her
without a word of silence
a childs play he does
on her
is fool shr became of him
by saying
FU
not happy right now
silence became of him
without a good-bye
his foot steps she follows
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
fickle......
is the.. wind that blows tonight
tying...
knots in ..the... clothes
.....left ..
on the line. ... . . . ..
howling ........ ..... ...... ... . .
at the seams ...
..of this old place...
raising..
the.. hackles.. on ..the ..cat...
...... ..raging..at ... ..... .. ................the...flower..beds . . .
....... .. . . .... ..... .. .
..creating ...pressure ..in our heads.... ripping.... my
thoughts ...... . . . into ...to . .......shr.. ..ap......nel.. . . . ..
b.bl...blah..b..lah.blah...sting blasted .....wind...
....... .............ratt... atattling the...... window.... frame
....and then....
silence reigns
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
***** bottles all over his room.
She's gone.
Do to failure in a nutshell.
His xbox broke
His parents divorced
His job was lost.
He had no where to go.
No place to live
No girl to love.
Took a glock
To the woods
And
Ended it all.
Police called her house
Shr heard the news.
Her ex was dead.
Not even a month had passed
Yet he took it so hard.
She bought his favorite liquor
Drank it all that night.
She had a job
She had a new boyfriend
She haf a home
Lots of money
But no one understood
Her guilt
She put him down
So much
She didnt know she hurt him so much
So
She grabbed a rope
And jumped
With a slight snap
She was gone.
The two were expecting eachother
Somewhere in the vast
Idea of
Time.
Love is crazy
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
The transition in managma, between the earth of mine and the sun of his
Hear! The verbatim say the story out and loud
This is like the volcanic eruption amongst the cold freezing mountain
And the warmth of its hug is devastating!
Secretly she put off all the past and the future
A secret from everyone, a revelation to only one
Like a pounding thunder lightening streams out the ways
Those elated by the memoir, the streangth and conviction
Shr breathesd out, a gasp of relief, like rebirth of a child
And for the first ever time she realised, the world in her room is so exultant and free-ed!!
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC