(APH) Drunk(APH) Drunk2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
You're at it again
Lost in the world
A glass, some ice
A bartender girl
What happens next
is what I do desire
Every Saturday night
To get in my car
And drive to the pub
Is that the right word?
Fake another scowl
Put in a cruel word
You'll need help going home
You're afraid to admit
So I take you myself
While you scream "Git!"
By the ride home you're asleep
Dead to the waking world
Lost in fantasy land
Childlike visions swirled
I ease your discomfort
With a pillow, removed clothes
Lay my jacket over top
Put a kiss on your nose
Your eyes flutter open
Stunning and green
I smile that charming smile
And wonder what you've seen
Your lips part in a question
Are you asking for more?
You lean up in desire
With the expression I adore
I can't help but comply
To your heartbreaking confession
You close your eyes and smile
Lust is your obsession
Soon I've given in, happily
Though I feel guilty, it's true
Were those words an invitation
Or have I used you?
I look up in such fear
I Am a Stuffed Animal BunnyI Am a Stuffed Animal Bunny4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
I am a stuffed animal
Sweet, lovable, cuddly and can keep you company
Silent, small, and shy, but still can make you happy
If you're down, I can cheer you up
Little children are my best friends
Thrown away into the closet is my fear
BreadBread4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
She hardly cares about fame
As she can never remember anyone's name
So she calls everyone by baby
Whether you're a man or a lady
When people see her she looks out of place
Probably because of all the piercing on her face
But to every girl or guy
Even if their straight, lez or bi
They all say she is a sweetheart and a cutie
With no prosthetics but 100% natural beauty
On her face that is, but April has a bread in the oven, the maker
Of this loaf she doesn't know, so this baker
Has left her with a recipe for a bastard inside the tomb
Of her belly where the yeast of this child grows and rises in the fires of her womb
When people ask about the baby she sang
To them about that gang
Whom she ended up falling victim to a bang
But I'm not talking about a sound effect or the idea of combustion
I'm talking about the desecration
Of Venus's Temple when the doors of chastity are broken into without an invitation
Of these three violators, who violated her, one didn't believe in "No glove
UtopiaUtopiaUtopia2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
I raise my head and tilt it towards the skies.
Open my imagination and close my eyes.
Envision a place where I would rather be.
As far away from any judgmental eye that can see.
A place where all my dilemmas become obsolete.
Free from my troubles and the expanding concrete
Confinement that I am forced to exist in.
A place where it doesn't matter if you don't fit in.
A place where nothing but a smile is required.
Where I can think and write to my heart's desire.
A place free from any physical and mental disposition.
Free from the conflicting and persuasive power of religion.
A place where there are adjustable weather conditions.
Where there is no need to enforce any laws or restrictions.
A place where everyone can do exactly what they wanted.
Where everyone would feel appreciated, accepted and wanted.
A place where money is just an undefined and unwritten word.
Where it is promised no natural or manmade disaster will ever occur.
A place that even the man upstairs would speak high
A HomecomingA Homecoming3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Carlene was a blonde little girl
Who lived at the end of my block
And spent the most of her summer days
Watching the hands of the clock.
Every day at the strike of noon
She ran outside to her deck
To search for a sign of her Dad there
Coming home from his newest of treks.
But day after day her mother came
And carted the girl away
Whispering in the little girl's ear
"Not today Carly, not today."
But still the girl would watch at the door
For her Daddy to turn the corner
And everyday she prayed and prayed
For Daddy to return to his daughter.
Her mother hid behind the door
And spied on the sad little child
Waiting for a time to tell her the truth
That would destroy her curious smile.
So again the mother would go to the child
And kissed her little girl's palm
"Honey, today is still not the day,
Today your Daddy's still gone."
"But he's coming home soon, right?"
She would ask her mother.
"Right, honey, he's coming soon,"
She wouldn't say anything other.
The girl started school and days woul
The Dark kingdom named Derse.The Dark kingdom named Derse.2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
The storm still rages on,
When will it cease to pour?
Thunders and Lightnings,
I gotta admit, can be a bit frightening!
The breeze is cold and the rain is harsh,
Perhaps this world will become a great, big marsh?
I'm getting tired... There's one thing left to do.
My little night light.
It's time to slumber, my dear.
To the place of darkened halls,
Where the voice of the HorrorTerrors call!
A bit horrifying than the tall towers of the Golden kingdom,
More isolated than the place of the shining buildings!
Everless, I still enjoy this place,
The Dark kingdom of grace.
I do believe this eye-popping paradise is named Derse;
A perfect name for a remarkable haven! Sweet and terse.
I shall await my next visit to this wonderland,
Once I fall alseep in this world so grand.
The Light kingdom named ProspitThe Light kingdom named Prospit2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Such a sunny day!
I think I'm gonna be blinded by the sun's rays!
The world is so beautiful,
Even the people are so pitiful!
Though today, I feel so faint,
I shouldn't give a complaint.
For I have long-waited to see,
The world full of golden towers!
The palace of sparkling yellow,
Crowded with people; Oh! So mellow!
More alluring than the disgusting asylum of the kingdom hidden in the shadows!
The clouds of the neighboring planet, such a sight!
Showing the future, so very bright,
Much better than the dark sky of the hideous hell that's full of blight!
Such a memorable experience!
Problem is, I have to bid farewell to this wonderful place.
Such a disgrace!
I shall see you soon, my sweet, gentle kingdom of Light.
Fly My BirdFly My Bird3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Fly my bird
Fly into the sky
And up and away
Don't let the Owl cut you down
You can fly higher and higher until you reach what we've been looking for
Don't let the squirrel gnaw at your heart
You're perfect the way you are, and doing the right thing
Let the Stingray and the Goldfish catch you if you fall into the water or even your tears.
Don't struggle or fight when something is willing to help you.
Let the bat and hawk fly with you, not as high, not as fast even.
Just let them be there.
The smoke and smog
The pollution and hate
The none-believers will always be there
Fly higher and higher
Above it all
Above the squirrel's beliefs
Out of sight of the Owl's screech and talons
Away from the sea and lake waiting to help you if you fall
But you won't
I promise you won't
Persuasive Essay: Gay MarriageAmerica; the first thing that should come to your mind is a nation of peace and equality. But it's not, is it? We live in a nation of racism, sexism, and homophobia. Homosexuals get the worst of all the unfair treatment. Gays have been fighting for rights since the 1960's, maybe even before then, and yet today in 2010, those pleas for rights go unheard. I believe that we should allow same-sex marriage because banning it is unfair, love is all that matters in marriage, and gay families have certain family values that some straight marriages lack.Persuasive Essay: Gay Marriage5 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Banning an issue doesn't make it go away. The American Constitution states that everyone desverves the same, equal rights -- that inlcludes gay people. So banning same-sex marriage is unconstitutional. Making this issue illegal is also a form of discrimination. Homophobics riducule and abuse gay citizens, and gay teenagers are scared to go to school because of the excessive bullying and teasing. And gays are just being themselves! We are
The Book ThiefThe Book Thief5 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
I am nothing more
Than a white monster
With a gray heart.
You can step on my lungs,
But do not step on my heart.
The bitter taste of questions left unsaid
And a mountain range of rubble
Is like eating with a dirty spoon.
At words to save your life,
Powdery arms cannot bind you.
Saumensch, the last human stranger,
Killing yourself with your want to live.
The hand over man
Becomes the stand over man,
But do not stand over me.
Breathing in the colors,
I can taste a thief.
Will you steal
Some words for me?
viewer discretion.a smileviewer discretion.a smile4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
rows of white across your face
dancing brightly out of place
whispers of a fake remorse
heard from a distant, unseen force
muscles move, a tightened strain
a look that brings upon a pain
fake and laughter,shown across
picture that displays a loss
these eyes show whats really there
the emotions that were not aware
live love laugh
suicide hate lie
watch your old self die
wear a mask to cover the depression
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InstigatorInstigator5 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
She picked up the phone, drawing quick breaths.
He sounded calm, oddly enough with this on his conscience.
"Are you going to pull the trigger or not?"
Looking at the unconscious young man on the floor infront of her, she tried to remind herself that this was all very nessicary.
"Just do it"
Squeezing her eyes shut, she positioned the gun one last time, fingering the trigger gingerly.
"Pull the damn trigger, you fucking bitch. Kill that bastard so we can move on. "
She mumbles to the floor, praying quietly.
'Please God, forgive my sins..'
"You fucking cun--"
The weapon clattered to the floor, gun residue still damp on her palms.
'F..forgive me... God please...'
He woke up, his head pounding.
Looking up from where he had collapsed, a young woman's figure loomed out of the shadows, falling to the floor.
Wide eyed, he blinks;
'Forgive me, God..'
Tug of WarTug of War2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Positives, positives what to say
I have pretty porcelain skin
That shines as bright as day
My eyes are a mix of grey, green, gold, and brown
A prism of colour all the way around
My hair is the colour of fire
That glows with bright red flames
My dimples are-
Hey! What's your game?
Lets not forget you filthy whore
You've slept with at least a dozen men
And you're bigger than a store
Your stomach and thighs are nothing but fat
Who the hell would wanna get near that?
Covered from head to toe in scars and burns
Face it, you're nothing but a-
Excuse me, let me finish
As I was saying
My dimples are faint and cute
Onset by my blushing which is ever so acute
Blah, blah, blah
No one cares!
You have no friends
And you're always mentally in despair
You're a clingy, needy freak
And you can't keep anyone in your life for more than a week
But if someone would take the time to get to know me
They would see I have a really great personality
Yeah, but why would anyone wanna stay
Since all you're g
A Poem About Episode SixA Poem About Episode Six2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Welcome to Episode Six,
This time out is the final time out,
Before Episode One.
Catching up from where Five left off,
Return of the Jedi.
It won't be easy as they'll find.
They go to rescue Han.
R2 and C3P0 make first contact
And it goes really bad.
End up scared out of their wits.
Chewie is next to show up,
Captured by a bounty hunter.
But the bounty hunter's fake.
It's actually Princess Leia,
She frees Han and gets captured.
Jabba The Hutt takes to her,
She'll be enslaved like Oola was,
But she'll try and hang around.
Luke finally decides to show.
Calls himself a Jedi knight,
But like a fool he's down the pit.
He meets the Rancor with a pig.
Nearly gets kills by it,
But turns things around.
Lando in his good disguise,
Watches as Luke and Han,
Are sentenced to their deaths.
Leia in a gold bikini.
Lucky Han doesn't have his sight,
He would be surprised!
On the barge and to the pit.
Sentenced to be fed to the Sarlacc.
But things don't go so smooth.
Luke makes his great esc