poetic_star's picture

After Love

*sorry it's been awhile but I watched Geography Club and was inspired :)

Your cheek pressed against my arm,
making it go numb.
I watched as your
eyelashes tattooed
eagle feathers onto your flesh and
counted the freckles
along the bridge of your nose as
you fell asleep next to me on
an unmade bed in a room
that was once a basement.

I think I'm too far gone in this stupor,
in this trance I'm in whenever
you come over and we play
stupid video games like
that's all we ever think about,
like that's natural;
an everyday thing.
But boy, we both know
I'm not your friend

poetic_star's picture

sunspots and dying orchids

* inspired by the character, Thomas, in Downton Abbey.

There are no ghosts in
your winter-clothed heart
but real monsters claw at
the fleshy, pink walls,
screaming insults that
reach your ears
all the way from inside.
Thomas, maybe
your mind is a damaged
window because
ten years ago,
some mean private schoolboys
threw a stone
through the rainbow-lace glass.

And maybe your lips are bruised
by ex-lovers
who never bothered staying
past nine,
leaving you alone to burn
your fingers against
a vanilla candle flame.
Thomas, your green
eyes were blinded

lonewolf678's picture

Far Ahead Lies A Someday

Sometimes far ahead I think,
things will slow and my height will shrink,
when thick lenses weigh down on my nose,
and I'll look at old photos of people in a state of repose.

lonewolf678's picture

Ode to an Eye-Booger

Oh blurry thing in my left eye,
why do you visit my eye this time?
You usually don't show up a lot,
but when you do I blink you out.

Blurry thing in my eye,
if you're a cataract say goodbye,
if you're dust, that's cool,
maybe I'll dust this room,

Blurry thing in my eye,
are you always nigh?
For what and why,
do you fancy this eye?

But soon, like always, you then depart from my eye.
Then maybe I'll see you, whenever you come back, next time.

poetic_star's picture

heroism and chocolate bars

The playground looks broken in
December's plastic moonlight.
The basketballs have turned
to orange ghosts on the court
and the purple clouds above
resemble one-eyed teddy bears, smoking cigars.
You hold my hand between zombie oak trees
and stutter through a Michael Jackson song.
"Ben, the two of us.." you whisper,
then press your lips against mine.

It's surreal but I swallow your laughter
and stick my hand inside your jacket,
making you gasp as I trace
your shy muscles.
Boy, I want to scare off all
the bad memories that still
linger in this park;
the jump ropes and

Uncertain's picture

It was founded upon a monopoly

two centuries of depredations and
here is a list of
implacable spirit of destruction
though, in reviewing, the incidents of my administration,
by such acceptance
the trumpeter would hold his breath awhile,
as if according to the meek spirit of the Gospel,
that is an oppression
i see there is peace;
from no desire to gratify my ambitions
and among all other men that draw then the parallel between your life and mine,
there is an imagined funeral,
for have we no tendency to the latter condition
that has what licentious wickedness,

MetalHead77's picture

Poem: What A Life

I wouldnt expect you to understand,
to lend a hand,
to help another man,

I wouldnt expect you to care,
given the incredible pain you bear,

I wouldnt expect you to see,
that nothing in life is free,

Your mind so young and body so old,
producing offspring in your mold,

And even after everything said,
you laugh at me, and beg,

What a life you live,

What a life you give,

what a life.

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Uncertain's picture


Equal squares on an empty sudoku,
Always the same numbers but a billion answers,
Yet there are rules you know I know (that you know)
Before this game has even started.

Colorblind because we are all equal yet white moves first,
(Someone has to).
My options start only with the pawns; the goal is to take your king.
Pawns can move two squares yet my king cannot leave the board;
Nonetheless I have already given you my tacit consent.
'To win!' you say, 'is about foresight and making sacrifices'.
So I lose because the rules are fair.

Seanzah's picture


When I saw you the first time...
I swear...
I heard some music chime.
The song of the angels flowing down,
putting glistening sunshine on your head...
A crown.
The perfect ruler for my body,
the perfect person for my habits...
so naughty.
What can I say?
This love, when I see you I feel it everyday.
When I first saw you, the music... so good.
It made me go down under...
Close my eyes, the sweet interlude.
Your eyes, so perfect, so true...
and your lips and body, too.
I just can't say enough about you..
Who you are, what you do.
Baby, I couldn't see you go.

Uncertain's picture

Implausible premise

I cannot doubt that I exist
I can doubt that my body exists
I am not my body

It is pain that my body is experiencing
I can doubt that my body exists
I am not in pain


stefano's picture


Walter de la Mare
♥ ♥ ♥

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Ask Tell Deceive's picture

The Asp

The Asp is eating itself,
The Asp is going in circles.
The Asp is never-ending,
The Asp is starving.
Eternity is twisting in its grave,
My father's breath is ceasing.
I wonder, sometimes, if you will
be there with Him, waiting
for me to join you
earlier than scheduled.
You tried, in life,
to make me happy,
Father, you nearly succeeded.
But when you took away my
you killed me instead.
Father, I will miss you so
while you watch the Asp's feasting
and please remember fondly
my face before it changes.

MetalHead77's picture

poem: disgust

to think of all people you would be this way
the one that guided every time i went astray

to think that i could not please you
if i could i would change for you

i am who i am and unfortunantly
you would shred sanity unsparingly

the fight between us is a pointless battle
my mind being thrown around like a rattle

to think of all poeple you would be this way
all because i am simply gay

you look of disgut
for your covered in dust
and the strength of trust
indeed a must

to survive the dive
shoes tied cause you lied
tripping then stripping me
of all my pride

MetalHead77's picture

Poem: Untrue

In so many ways the world crumbles
Situations with stimulations
That make Time fly by

Allowing them to forget the lies
Told out of
Such scrutiny
All manipulating fate

Machines produced to object and correct
But a machine only does what it's told

Who is to explain such a sham

How can the claim condemn the statistics
Whole nations such unrealistics
The name of the game played only for you
If only your statement hadn't been ever so untrue


Uncertain's picture

Love is so precious it must be rationed

She, for a minute or two, stood looking at the house and said,
"There's no mistake. Considering the great debt I-"
And the rest was taken away by the wind.

Then she did a little dance, moving her arms in rowing motions, throwing each leg in front of her and stamping down hard.
When the Sun and Moon collide
You, who would be king will have a story to tell.

Yes, but for now pour her another drink - it's a wonderful title (wife)!
Comrade, comrade
She will bear him the Son of France!
"What's it going to be then, eh?"

Tophat's picture

Raven's Face- A Poem

So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The sweetest thing I'll ever see

spending my days in glad ennui.

I cannot show how weak I stand,

I cannot leave this post unmanned,

We mustn't fret, we mustn't fret,

We have stolen all we can't get.

We cannot lie, we cannot lie,

All men in time, destined to die.

So it is said, so it shall be,

Ah, inevitability.

The angels doth look 'pon his soul,

and see that it has become cold;

'Pon his face, pale as winter's night

such beauty and yet without life.

His sorrow as he sings "Shalom",

oldfoxbob's picture

We think of death.

As we get older...We think of death.
Not willingly but we do
We think of past loves,
past life
Wondering if we did our best.

As we get older we think of death
coming with the cold
the harshness
the finality
our last breath it will wrest.

As we get older We think of death
will it be swift
off the waves crest.

As we get older we think of death
creeping up on us
taking our loved ones
taking our pets
from the east or from the west.

As we get older
we think
Welcomed rest.
Welcomed rest.

lordmomofenixed's picture


Be like Pandora

Let me out of this Box.

Unlike hers, this Box is full of only benevolence.

This is no trickery,

I promise you. Just let me out.

I forewarn you, though,

Mere fingers will never set me free.


The knives of Law, alone, will bring Freedom.

SImply give me Equality


And other things

denied to me by your tenuous morals

and jejune odiums.

I long so painfully for the Day

The sweet Day of Freedom from this box

To taste sunshine

wash away the vitriolic taste of ennui.

Persist not to be Stupidity's Paragon:

Anonymous's picture

Thought I'd Share This With You Guys

I’m Gay

starting out on the road
helpless: but not alone,
two loving strangers
looking upon creation

hopes and dreams of
careless parents.
A lovely wife,
the terror of children

The teenage years...
A terror.

then the cute boy in german class.
My own terror...
"A boy?"

"A boy?"
"A boy?"
"A boy?"
"A boy!"

"Mom, I'm gay"

Starting out on the road
alone but not so helpless

Jonathan D. Oswald
January 2009


cherrylover's picture


Kissing Is A Habit
Fucking Is A Game
Guys Get All The Pleasure
Girls Get All The Pain
The Guy Says He loves You
And You Believe Its True
But When Your Tummy Starts To Swell
He Says To Hell With You
10 Minutes Of Pleasure
9 Months Of Pain
3 Days In The Hospital
A Baby Without A Name The Baby Is A Bastard
The Mother Is A Whore
This Woulda Never Happend If The Rubber Hadn't Tore!!

Sex is like math
You subtract the clothes
Add the bed
Divide the legs
And Pray to god
You dont multiply

Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your legs
And I'll fill you with cream

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