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Pickle in a Jar
Preoccupation with internal frustration has me pickled in a jar, and I'm not going far. I'm turning sour and cold. Some other being has control. When and where I'm consumed will soon unfold. Can I revive back to fresh? Vinegar in my flesh has cleansed my mortality. As far as morality, some like pickles. I shouldn't trickle on the thought of being forgotten. If I was a cucumber still, I'd be totally rotten by now. I was picked. I was tricked. Went for a swim under the rim. Turned sweet. Under the lid I hid before I bid ado. They chewed me up and swallowed me down, but the looks on their faces were upside down frowns. I admit that this is kind of sappy, but I'm content with the fact that I made you happy.
By Alexander Hanebrink9 years ago in Poets
Embers
My first 'love' Well, close enough it seemed, Was one I caught in the dark, A pretty face on a glowing screen A single finger struck a match,
By Nadia Marie9 years ago in Poets
Loneliness
I’m still breathing and talking, still seeing and walking. I am lifeless and dead, or so they said. But if that were so, why would I go. Breathing and walking, and saying hello. But as I walk along the coast, I feel like a ghost, cause I'm lonelier than most. I’m smelling, feeling, tasting jello, and yet I'm still just the loneliest fellow. They see me, feel me, and know I'm there, but they never ever ever ever seem to care. Life and death isn’t fair, but she doesn’t even care, with every last breath I will love her to death. But she won’t ever seem to care, Cause she won’t see me, feel me, or know I'm there. from the shadows my voice will scare, my love with skin so fair. that I wouldn’t dare, come out and prove i’m there. I wouldn’t dare, not to scare for that I am fair. FOR THAT I AM FAIR!
By Taylor Costa9 years ago in Poets
He Will
So, what now? She asks herself. She moves her hair with a simple blow. She reaches for her friend she hid on the top shelf.
By Tanaka Madzima9 years ago in Poets
Words To My Soulmate
I do not possess the vocabulary to describe you, You are the poetry I wish to write. If I did, the words I could write would move mountains.
By Miranda Stanley9 years ago in Poets
A Special Place For You and Me
I lie on the ground And stare into space The stars start to move Into the shape of a face I see you there now Looking down at me
By Cindy Thurm9 years ago in Poets
Why Uncle Why
As I walk upon this land I think of you. I think of you Crying as the fall wind whips my face. I think why? Why? You left me here all alone with no dreams,
By Tiah Tourangeau9 years ago in Poets
A Moonlit Memory
One little dove flying in the moonlight, to a little girl it's a beautiful sight. One little girl crying in her hands, one little boy comes and takes her hand.
By Taylor Costa9 years ago in Poets
Freckle Stars and Acne Scars
To fall in love with someone - draw them. Pick up a pencil, paintbrush or pen. Map out their facial structure and then Caress that canvas with your utensil,
By Nadia Marie9 years ago in Poets
Loneliness
Loneliness is weird. However, her company is not as others feared. She’s your friend even when you only have a few She’s always with you and never leaves you
By Tanaka Madzima9 years ago in Poets
Standing Up
Blood splattered on the floor, body beaten, bruised, and broken. This is how you left me, your toy... Now you're mad cause I don't talk to you,
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
I Jumped
I jumped. I jumped from your arms. I jumped from this place. I jumped out of time and into infinity. Your kisses were toxic, and your touch was acid on my skin. Your smell still lingers on the tips of my hair. Your laugh still rings in the echoes of my mind. But I jumped. I had to. I had to choose myself over you. I deserve love, if nothing else. And you couldn’t even give me that. So what does that say about me? What does that say about you? The matter is, that although you are my everything, you will soon be my nothing. And for that, I am glad.
By Keima Rumbeau9 years ago in Poets