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Raw is my crack, is my love
When i was a little boy
i used to lick the street
spanked the orange light pole
and cursed the broccoli that wouldn't eat
melons and cats can fit into planes
yet, still they charge us to eat them
yellow eyes are the windows to the stars
all mom's give birth to tamale stems
hot sauce only comes in two flavors
and reception only gets two bars
mindlessly chasing dogs that honk
with their little mitten-ed puppy paws
stop looking at my breasts
you can hold them but please don't inhale
draw a mouse next to the doorway
and my bride will shit a Vail.
Trigger my heart and mind
to lie upon the sand
and careful not to burn the tongue
Featured
12 deviations
Literature
a normal day
I suppose I should fade into my head again
Those twisted realms where the flowers bloom
In strange arrangements and parings
Any poet would scream at my mind
Why, I placed a Hibiscus near a Marigold
An offset match, I am told
But in those corners of my thoughts
Little creatures appear and play on the strings of my fear
Plucking the strands and dancing on my misery
I close my eyes and feel them in my eye socket
I blink them away and peer in the mirror
I see them dancing, and I smile ear to ear
I guess its not too much to ask
If I may pour another shot from the flask
And lay my head upon your lap
If I lean too far I can feel my py
Past Contests
72 deviations
Literature
Taken
Taken
My brother collected turtles once,
picking them off the beach and
adding them to the cardboard box at his side.
He would give them water and food,
let them run around the bathroom,
and cared for them whatever it took.
Until one day mom found out,
I was only two or three,
and she took the baby turtles away.
I do not know what happened to them,
I suspect now she let them die,
but I know that the incident changed my brother.
He would not collect anything anymore,
instead looking carefully but never touching
that which he could not keep.
What adults don't understand is that
it's the little things in kids lives
that give them hop
Nic's Prompts
1 deviation
Literature
The Anthem
Everything's a mess
A jumble in my head
Can't stop the motion
To focus on what she said
Daylight in my pocket
Night on the horizon
Can't seem to stop it
No matter how hard I fight it
Down on the shore
Shaded by the moon
I find myself
Find myself lost in you
We'll dance in the pale moonlight
Stars as my witness
It's just you and I tonight
Come on baby and take my hand
Step by step, heart by heart
We'll dance across this land
With just one kiss
This is where we start
Every night goes by
Feeling the drop of the beat
If you take my hand
We'll wade out into the deep
So many miles between us
Yet two hearts still grow
A smile that won't fade
No ma
Pics From Poets
437 deviations
Literature
Memories of Gold
Walking down a road so old
It's lined with memories of gold
From a long forgotten time
When we were in our prime
The memories make me smile
Only for a short while
Cause of the pain I feel
From wounds that won't heal
It was like time paused
From the suffering i caused
When I said we were over
Whilst we lay amongst the clover
Now those times of bliss
Are what I truly miss
As I begin to grow old
Reminiscing on these memories of gold
Human Nature
1001 deviations
Literature
15:33
ah, to be observing one who does not glance back; to be the lover rather than the beloved oh sweetest of aches, most darling pain: to love him more ardently than he loves in turn
Love, Romance
563 deviations
Literature
call and response - color
"I can't leave" is what she said when I asked her to come with me her short hair rustling like leaves in the seashore breeze we were eating burgers on Venice Beach and as soon as she was done she walked into the ocean she was far away I couldn't see her right but I knew she'd have goosebumps right up to her stomach the waves were building to a chorus she was one of the ageless caged angels this cursed city births; lipstickless and lovely dark eyes like voids sparkling with artificial light I always felt more confident in her love for this city than I did in her love of me "I can't leave," she whispered to me in bed that night "don't you understand? I love it and hate it" this is how i briefly became echo, lost in that intoxicating abyss which reflected only itself this is how I was: unworthy of the capital letter that pink mouth of hers only ever swallowed me whole and still I miss being devoured "I love it and hate it" and you loved and hated yourself don't follow your
Free-Verse
615 deviations
Literature
Whispers in My Ear
It’s midnight and I’m mourning
Likely will be til the morning
I know it’s a long wait
But this burden is a heavy weight
If I’m to survive this night
I’ll need the strength of a knight
Your whispers I can hear
As if you were still here
Dark
504 deviations
Literature
Eternal Fear
As I watch the whole world burn
I can only hope and yearn
That at the end of the day
We come out of it okay
I desperately try to stay strong
With everything that’s going wrong
But I can’t help this eternal fear
That something bad has happened near
Life Sucks
224 deviations
Literature
The Bad Teacher
He's a bad teacher
Kind of a demon
If he doesn't pass you
You're in for some fun
To question him? Well
Even the winners run-
From this teaching-demon
The snarl of those lips-
His sharpness of teeth; All studious students
Had better take heed:
You know that he will fail you
If you don't repeat-
And with him your parents will meet.
At first you think
It was good to try his class-
But after your first term...
It will begin-
You'll come to realize
You've read his kind of lies
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Comedy, Humour
64 deviations
Lyrics, Song, Freestyle
209 deviations
Literature
The Lesser of Two Evils
How does it come about that in a nation full of good people,
Our elections are never a choice between the greater of two goods?
Philosophy, Religion, Spiritual
48 deviations
Literature
Perpetual Exhaustion
Thoughts burst to life as
eyes close to sleep; the morning
greets a deadened mind.
Haiku, Eastern Forms
64 deviations
Literature
Exquisite Poem
Running, we are always running...
I can hear screaming in my head; sounds of agony.
We are the living dead.
Feed me into the hell of this desolate land; when I'm gone there will be nothing left
It ended - discordant
no more important than might-have-been
and no more distant than the very phantasms of time.
But for all it was not... it was mine.
There is a piano playing in the background of our lives
And the darkness that seduces the world is drawing near
So tell me, my dear
Where are the iridescent stars now?
Speak to me at night-
Reach through the water
to where my ears listen,
at the bottom of the ocean.
Collaborations
11 deviations
Literature
There is honesty
There is honesty in the pen,
For the man who wears the mask will sing,
His cue is but a part to play with no chains to the face.
But there is honesty in the mouth,
For emotion holds a heated tip,
stabbed deep in the heart where words burst forth.
My flowers and his prose,
Shape a world of wonder and majesty,
Truth is lost to the pen of the poet who cannot face himself.
The man so tied in his own webs,
Lost from the light of the mask's embrace,
Truth is lost to the mouth of the man with no guard.
Both hidden from the judge,
As clouds form in the poet's sky,
till there is no light and only truth.
But there is honesty,
In the darkest dark,
Blank
24 deviations
Visual
60 deviations
Literature
Dream Kisses
Shouldn't I expect a
kiss
from you soon?
Sugary wet, sultry and warm
something like a semi-sweet
chocolate
(monsoon)
storm
Douse and envelop me
then lap it all clean….
…kissing me everywhere
from deep in my
dark, chocolate
coated
&#
Devoted to Chocolate
5 deviations
Literature
Saint Part 1
Mia drove around the block in her Chevy Malibu another time, taking note that the parking lot for the bar didn’t seem to appear that full. The moon had come out this Monday night. As she came around the corner again she pulled into a parking space on the side of the building nearest to entrance. Far away enough that no one would know one would notice her shoveling French fries from Mcdonalds into her mouth, but close enough that if she changed her mind, she had a short distance to run.
She turned up the radio in the car and turned on the air conditioning. Still having a single French fry in her mouth she checked in her mirror t
Short Stories, Prose
177 deviations
Literature
Destinations: Part 2
She's living in a one-bedroom apartment a few miles from campus. "You'll have to excuse the clutter," she says as she unlocks and opens the door. "Another thing I'm not used to is smaller living space."
"It's cool," I say casually.
The living room area is about half the size of Craig's and mine. There's a small couch, behind which is a stack of cardboard boxes. "Still unpacking," she admits somewhat sheepishly when she sees me eyeing them. "I was hoping to be completely moved in way before now but... college, you know? Gotta meet those deadlines."
"Oh yeah, for sure," I reply.
To the right is a kitchenette. There's no table, just a stove,
Chapter Stories
69 deviations
Paint and Pencil
33 deviations
Literature
Shadows Through The Glass
Sifting through these photographs
Like looking through the safety-glass
Of a favoured old car
Rolling backwards through the days
And I wonder where you are
Around the bends of months and years
Rain splatters, splashes, slides
On the glass, the snow falls
The windows cloud and clear of fog
Through these windows I've seen it all
Down back-road dreams and tree-lined streams
I chase your wanton shadow
And once I saw you sitting
With your foot dipped in the shallow
Where the damselflies were flitting
Now naught but mayflies linger
by the pools of wander-streams
Floating by your toe-ripples
Where the quick-fish get their fill
Amazing Comics
37 deviations
Literature
Knownames: Survivor Episode VI
Episode VI: Blast From The Past (for Tanashai, anyway)
Admiralsilv managed to pry his frying pan away from Solus' death-grip just as Auroralune entered the bunker's kitchen. Upon seeing the shiny, non-stick pan the two men were fighting over, she screamed.
"Now, now, he wasn't serious!" Solus said comfortingly, attempting again to snatch away the pan. Admiralsilv put it on the stovetop and started chopping peppers while holding Solus at bay with his other hand.
"I am serious. It's time for breakfast, and I haven't had an egg in a while."
"But you can't, I, my, my EGGS!" Auroralune cried, rushing back into the guest room to protect her "ne
Group Parodies
6 deviations
Erotica
7 deviations
Literature
Equality
Twelve-o-five AM. A crashed car on the north side of town, a woman without her medicine on the south side.
The two were as different as two people could be. Charles was young, white, wealthy, healthy. Carmen was old, black, poor, ill.
When I wheeled them down to the morgue, they were equals. Nothing else mattered but that they were human, and those they left behind were equal in their grief. Two families were not going to sleep tonight.
I had to wonder, how many people are equal with me in their hatred of their job?
Equality Contest
1 deviation
Literature
We've Got Tonight
We've Got Tonight
I'm leaving tomorrow
and you'll be staying here,
we know it's what's best,
but it don't mean we agree.
There's tears on my pillow,
there's pain in my heart.
I've tried to be strong,
but I'm falling apart.
Then you pull me in
and whisper so softly,
the words that I love,
but that I don't want to hear:
“We've got tonight
Who needs tomorrow
We've got tonight, babe
Why don't you stay?”
I'm leaving this morning,
and you're staying here
I look out the window
and see tears on your face
I can't look behind me,
it's too much to bear
I have to keep moving
or I'll come running back.
So I close my eyes
and remembe
Contest September 17th - October 5th
1 deviation
Love, Romance563
