Kody
2021-08-30 03:19 am
Big curls, bench presses, High dives into the deep end Swim laps Gettin' down with my boys Hard drugs through the weekend I feel that Bike ride through the trees See the colours change Run flat across the bay Just to tell my maynes I'm bored, ditched lessons I'm hitting up my best friends But I'll nap first Big curls, bench presses Torn bicep and a bong rip Yo, I'm good now Skateboard through the crowds Where the streets are paved Eat shit, get scraped I can feel no pain Easin' down with my boys Slow cookin' through the weekend I feel that A bit of strings, sum tings Got damn, such a feeling To feel that
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H Bacon
2021-08-18 06:37 pm
Maybe Eternity is just a concept, Maybe one day everything will end, Maybe in a couple hundred years, The universe will no longer be our friend. Everything we know we knew would be over, Can you imagine that, City lights and happy memories, Will all just fade to black. It’s funny how we think we’re so powerful, Yet we’re just hanging by a thread, By physics laws that if one day brocken, We will all be dead.
Soulwolf31
2021-07-27 11:38 pm
As she floated through the air She looked down on all she loved as if she didnt have a care Death betrayal and pain All emotions that drove her insane Her legacy she wants to instill in all to be better than most Now she is her own worse ghost You see she always did the opposite of all she said To her but not most her most valued accomplishment is that she is dead She was jugde by all as she tried to stand her grounds and be true to the morals she set As there stare grew bolder and there words direct and hateful she felt death was her only bet So she closed her eyes took the blade and stabbed herself in the chest Praying that god knew her heart best As the blood oozes from her white shirt all she feel is relief And now that shes gone she leaves thoses she loved with her beliefs Everyday she graced this earth with her present she was haunted by her memories that was drowing her in a sea of tear Her biggest regret is not that she lived but that she lived her life in fear As her body was lifed to the ceiling the darkness that once ironically consumesd her was replace with a light And as she moved closer to the light it became so bright There was a voice that she had heard many times beore Telling her this wasn't the end and choose the other door She heard the message loud and clear and vowed to do right And even on her darkest day she remain true to the light Because on that faithful day she died she really literary died however was born again Not to live a life of hell but to do her best and at the end of her road know that when darkness and despair set in she will always win
Gord
2021-07-23 02:10 am
Trees of lime, Dreams of life, Hearts pleading: Fields of rice, Ears of a beast, Bright green, to the eyes. What is fleeting? What is right? What the audience likes, What God would decide, Like what is meat, What is me, But I need to survive.
Gord
2021-07-20 04:34 am
Oh, to forget, Castle, all, buttered pears. But what of man? Was he even there? Even one percent, I wish I could share. All art forms a certain length, All on loan, and suddenly end, A dozen eggs, A dozen days, No son, No in love again, Arms too short to hug oneself. I feel as if I double dealt, You tell me what face I have, Where I belong, That you've already won; Wet seasons among, many drugs, I regret: I've already punched. Call me a spade, But I do what I want, And I won.
Gord
2021-07-13 01:33 am
Speaking kin and fawns, King et al; Kings that become pawns, Lose their powers, Were they a King at all? Kicking the twigs, rocks, Speaking ill or not, Letters and flowers, Red like the Pinot Noir.
Lynn
2021-06-18 04:38 am
my god i’m so lonely so i set my small salt lamp on the edge of the window on the tiny wooden ledge i turn the dial clockwise and the light burns in my eyes sending a message to the dog across the street the only one who might be able to understand my mess of signals, signs indistinguishable from the clothes heaped on my floor nobody, nobody nobody nobody nobody, oh, nobody nobody somebody, anybody, nobody, again.
Gord
2021-05-30 08:50 pm
Be selective, He professes, In a legal setting, Weak, pathetic, The rich and famous, Who knows these things? Like beetles wrestling, Where is a decent ending, By either spelling, Life only glass compelling.
Gord
2021-05-04 09:32 am
Bob haircut got published, Bizarre letters, smudges, Writ incompetent failure. Box cutter and razors, Bomb shelter, Protect me from fears of, Awfulness and strangers. I don't believe in the merits, Photographer spouting nonsense, So are the product of his labour, Nonsense: the popular translation. In the end I saw nothing.
Gord
2021-05-03 02:19 am
Ire infinite, by ignorance Life is not made by appearances, Science fiction or analyzing images. Ironic it should be so definite: Want of intelligence, talking skeleton, In the end an experiment of my own. Wind instrument requiring discipline: With a single word thy kingdom learnt, Like a little tiny recumbent bicycle, Not even big enough for one person, For certain, mine is life livable, But is the danger really worth it?
Gord
2021-04-30 09:56 am
No matter where, more savage men, They know end, Lord knows them, Nothing but storm and unrest. No pants, unkempt, But at least yourself. One could fly to a moon, To talk flags in the end.
Gord
2021-04-22 10:50 am
Once in a life event, Arrives by themself, A winding stare, Polite requests, tired guests, But the knife is there. Apples cut and left to rest, Places wood, transcend self, And hope the place is good.
Gord
2021-04-16 04:35 am
Last living lemming, No house to live in, No Chandeliers; Next exhibit, Next exhibition, Spoke of past tense in English, Fluent in other languages; An Eccentric Mystic, Poetic Lyrics, and their beginnings; One carves caverns, Of all manner of rock, What matters of master? The afterthought.
Tshering Wangchuk
2021-03-26 07:51 am
BELIEVE IN... Believe in the efforts you put, Surprising will be your output. Believe in the prayers you make This lets your conscience awake. Believe in the smile you display Happiness shall form an array. Believe in the help you provide Your problems shall remain aside. Believe in friends you trust Your friendship shall not rust. Believe in the seeds you sow The yield shall be simply a wow. Believe in the words of a teacher His words shall mould your feature. So believe in yourself above all It's human software, all must install. © Tshering Wangchuk 🇧🇹
Gord
2021-03-25 03:55 am
By the tendril, sunset felt, Like weapons in my belt, Chemistry I can't question, Clarity in my bedtimes. So lovingly I make expressions, Like, at weddings, Desperate for marriage; By the ending, a farewell.
Austin Dailey
2021-02-26 12:26 am
My boughs bend From the snow of your heavy winter But over my seedling, I will bend Until my boughs can weather no more
Igor Goldkind
2021-02-12 12:44 am
LIVING WITH UNCERTAINTY What if we thought of this uncertainty as Jews consider our Sabbath— As a sacred space in time? Stop traveling. Stop buying and selling. Stop working. Give up trying to make the world better than it is. Instead, sing. Dance. Pray. Write songs and recite poetry. Paint the pictures from your eyes. Walk amongst the leaves and the stars. Touch only those to whom you have committed your life. Sit down. And when your mind and body have become still, Reach out with your heart. Know that we are connected in ways that are both terrifying and beautiful. No one can deny that now. Do not reach out with your hands. Reach out with your heart. Reach out with your words. Reach out with all the curled tendrils Of compassion that connect us invisibly, To where we cannot touch each other.
JeanQuiros
2021-02-06 11:45 pm
Averno. Y me escapé de las fauces del infierno Aterrado, completamente perplejo Por peldaños de piedras fui subiendo Lentamente un dolor me fue deteniendo Un dolor que peldaño tras peldaño fue creciendo Agudo malestar en cada uno de mis extremos Revisé buscando la causa de ese malestar intenso Solo para descubrir cuatro grilletes de huesos Calaveras arrastradas con cada movimiento Alaridos en las profundidades reclamaban mi regreso Daban la alarma de un escape en progreso, Alguien intentaba salir del reino del sufrimiento Era yo, que me arrastraba para no ser descubierto, Poco a poco continuaba mi doloroso ascenso Agotando la energía de mi andrajoso cuerpo Entonces advertí que no era humano, era un espectro Un ser pusilánime en un cuerpo descompuesto Un ángel caído tratando de burlar su encierro Sin previo aviso una carcajada me fue estremeciendo Una maligna risa resonaba en el infierno. Abro los ojos, estoy en mi cuarto, en el frío suelo Me levanto rápidamente, me observo en el espejo Soy humano otra vez, solo fue un sueño Pero la carcajada sigue resonando como un eco En la profundidad, en la oscuridad de mi aposento Y se añadió un comentario aún más siniestro No te descuides, aún te espero… Sigueme en mis redes sociales Instagram: @JeanCQuiros Twitter: @JeanQuiros Youtube: JeanCQuiros
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