Best of the best ... Part II (most commented)

Here, Alone

Ignite, flames surround
So beautiful, the light
Exquisite, yet fierce
Shaded the dream
It was just you and me
The storm in passing
Parading around
Remember this moment
And don't make a sound
Tempted from pain
Let this fire build up
Burn down the empire
Hear the birds sing
Message in a bottle
As beauty fades
Eternity has served
As time is erased
Painting the canvas
With gentle strokes
Illuminating the sky
Signing the declaration
Wavering my soul
So talented the child
So tortured the heart
Divided by space
Showing brittle bones
Forever I'll stand,
Here..
Alone

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Trapped:

Desire never ends,
it's my destiny...
 
Behind these eyes are the lies only my own heart knows
Underneath my escape is the only breath I know,
and it's poison.
 
You know my sickness,
you know my weakness
I confess,
my bitterness
but i don't wanna win,  
I wanna live...

Written by Zazzles
Published 16th May 2015 1:01am  
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I drink my coffee black.


Stirring sugar into it,
Is the vision I have of you,
As we sat sipping in the morning,
And the taste of your lips,
That still lingers,
Decades later.

Cream mixed in becomes,
The liquid chocolate of your skin,
Still brings tingling to mine,
And is a memory,
That delights my eyes,
Decades later.

Decades later,
Still,
Heartache,
Heartbreak,
Hurt,
Regret.

In lament,
I drink my coffee black.

              Welcome to the freak show
Come right in don't be shy.
Please don't cry.
Just have a seat and enjoy the show.
Watch this monster climb up your legs and stroke your sweet little face.
Step inside our dark tents.
Step inside this little mirror.
As you see your little brother reaching up to you.
And pulling you down.
As he screams in your ear " help me! "
As you turn away with your thick row of razor sharp teeth.
With that thick smile on your face.
With a thick grin on your face  you say " little brother welcome to the freak show"
As you let go of his hand and he falls with closed eyes into a black tent.
As you awake to your hellish reality.
And remember the phone call from the other day that said " your little brother is dead now"
With a thick frown you take a knife and throw it a mirror and scream " welcome to the freak show!"

                   Best friend desires
You said it would be just a game,
So I sat down next to you.
Your my friend, for I love you.
Why would you do this to me?
You tell me to close my eyes, blinded by your friendly voice.
Blinded by our past friendship, but most of all blinded by being naive.
"Close your eyes for me baby " is what you say.
As you tie me up, and say you will kill my family if I try to fight.
Holding up a silver blade, for now it's time to trade souls.
My soul becomes black with hate as I ask him,
" do you still love me baby? " I said, with a looming anger.
Trapped under your grasp, a prisoner to your darkest deepest desires.
Pulling me with your little rope like I'm a lost pet.
Touching in places, not meant to be touched.
I was so confused... You filthy bastard! I hate you!
As you come up with your hand stroking my arms , stroking my hair.
Struggling to take off the blind fold.
I cry in the darkness, which are tears ignored.
"I love you" he says, as he lays a kiss with his dirty mouth.
That's what you say now... But when you don't need me you call me a "bitch, whore, ugly, fat and weird"
As I take up my own knife and say "I loved you"

THE WORLD IS NOT FOR ME

No the world is not for me.
it's for suburban hitlers
who indulge in protocol wars
and middle class wives
in camaro jeeps.

No the world is not for me
but for trendy young things
and stylish hipsters.
it's for politicians, who will caress your prejudices into a vote.
or for doctors with dollar sign ethics and wallet surgeons who sign insurance plans.
or those sad soldiers that fall to their knees before a flag,
who believe killing strangers abroad will set us free.

No the world is not for me.
who shouldn't be let near paper or pen,
not with these grubby hands and beerbelly eyes.
that spend their days laying cement and nailing joists and trying to quench an unstoppable thirst.

Written by staggerlee

Published 21st June 2014 5:39am

Once in a Blue Moon  


Last night    
I begged the sea to wash me clean.    
not so loud as the company would hear.          
never even used my voice.      
just gazed at the tide lapping against the pier.    
wishing.    

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/199261-deep-blue-sea/


Deep Blue Sea

It was so inviting  
the waves dancing  
behind the shadow  
of pale moonlight  
like a lover’s touch  
a promise of a kiss  
rich and tender  
that I decided  
to take a dip  
   
Only a few steps  
I'm already deep  
in the ocean's den  
enveloping me,  
weakening me in  
its mighty grip  
all it took is some  
moments before the  
flares above me  
completely shut  
   
I am drowning    
unable to scream    
as the salt water    
slowly fills my lungs    
an extreme fear    
escaped my body    
sinking further    
into the abyss    
on my destruction    
   
There was silence    
everything went black    
and time stood still    
then an adrenalin    
suddenly kicks in    
grasping for my    
last breath    
of mortality    
   
Under the crimson    
shade of death    
my own worst enemy    
I saw myself    
cradling my body    
desperately praying    
to wake up from    
this morbid dream

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/174343-the-everlasting-gaze/


The Beautiful Weight

Paint her red with a touch of pink    
Pay attention to what you think    
Pinch her cheeks covered in ink    
And smell her breath of icy mint    
     
Take her hand in this empty room    
Bring the band as we dance soon    
In cosmic rays of sun and moon      
Like a wildflower quick in bloom    
     
Treat her ill, do her wrong    
Trying to prove you're high born    
Always regard her with self-scorn    
She took the road of fields of corn    
     
Find your love, dressed in black    
Walk in rush but cover your track    
Don't stop until the cloud is dark    
Then pray to God, she'll come back    
     
You have traveled a million miles    
Hoping once more to see her smile    
Your feet are tired and rest awhile    
As you stepped on the wrong aisle    
     
When the cold breeze slowly lingers    
You felt trap in the abyss of wonder    
And the emptiness is an ice breaker    
For the tame heart of the dreamer    
     
All you can offer is your dried tears    
Like acid rain pours through the years    
Cloak yourself in madness you wear    
And stand brave in front of spear    
     
For the world will live tomorrow    
To tell stories about Sleepy Hollow    
A destitute soul of life borrowed    
From the harvester of sorrow

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It's... Complicated...


I wanna go,
to a place,  
where no one  
knows.  

Some where,
that I,
can stay,
hide,
cry.  

I keep hearing,
   each crack of  
      my heart.  
Echoing in chants,
   bouncing of solid  
      dry walls.

The silence is heavy.  
   choking the  
      emptiness within me.  
Capturing me.
   Encumbering me.
      Resuscitating me.

I want to hear
        the chirp of
birds.  
I wanna hear
        three
simple words.  

Some where,
      in this... tragedy,
is the me,
      I was suppose to be.  
but how can I,
be the 'I'
     I was?
The 'I',
before there was an..
          us.  

I'm furious!!
     My nose is an inch
           above water,
with beast like vultures
      waiting,
           watching
me in utter hunger.
You watch me drown,
and wait for the sound
      of a screeching,
           breath stopping,
              time freezing
    scream out loud.  
and enjoy yourself with  
           laughter.  

The thing is
    you're scared,
           I'm scared,
Would you like me  
    to write it in blood?
           Huh, 'stud'?
Do you like the scars you've
    burnt?
Are you really,
and truly satisfied
      by the so-called hunt,
that only you

    yourself

           are a part of?

                   But wait...
    in due time you will suffer
at the mercy of the truth
           I will watch in
     amusement,
          resentment,
                bewilderment,
for knowing that
         you love me more than


           I love you

Seriously Though

Don't make me laugh,
I want all of you,
not only half.

You gotta be,
shitting me!!
Do I look dumb
to you?
Do you think you're
soo fucking smart?

I confessed
to you,
that I came to care.
You laughed,
and asked if I would mind...
share?

You are sick to your mind,
and probably have shit
for brains.
I'm not here to plead
Nor am I here to beg.

You aren't the first.
You aren't the last.
So do me a big favor,
and take your head out
your ass.

Here's the 'finger',
for your delusions.
Stick it up where the sun,
doesn't give radiation.

You are just a complete moron.
I'm more in disbelief,
than furious.
I would have never thought you'd
say some thing like that!!
You seriously, could not be Serious...

The Art of Not Giving A Fuck
   
   
I don't care      
if you heard a word I said    
when I asked you to leave    
     
     
and I don't give a    
that you didn't take your boots off    
at the front door and walked mud    
through my home    
     
     
I certainly didn't give a    
when you flicked through my photo albums    
and left empty spaces    
where pictures of my daughter    
were once placed    
     
     
and I didn't give a fuck    
that my neighbours called the sherif    
when they saw you drive off in my pickup      
then pull over down by the edge of the woods    
to douse my wheels with gasoline    
then walk away with your back turned    
my pickup burning to hell    
     
     
I don't give a fuck    
if the sherif catches up with you    
or if my insurance    
comes good with the claim    
because I don't give a fuck    
if they found my keys in the ignition    
     
     
I'm more concerned    
with the bug guts stuck    
in the waffles of my boots    
than giving a fuck about the leeches    
sucking my blood    
from between my toes    



Written by Alexander Case


http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/195328-the-art-of-not-giving-a-fuck/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/204318-jesus-loves-you/


Jesus Loves You


Death
text me this morning
and asked if I was ready to go?


Heaven
text me later that morning
and said, 'Jesus Loves You.'


Instead
of slitting my wrists,
I perfumed them.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/205713-pistoleros/


Pistoleros


they chased with a vengeance ~
fifteen days
three counties
two states
now they were face-to-face
in a rundown Mexican town ~
two guns drawn
one sun high
he wanted an answer
for the near bullet in his chest
but the woman
in the strapless yellow dress
wouldn't confess only that he knew
that she knew every vulgar curve
in the injustice of his tongue;
every immoral detail in the bowels of his guns;
the son of a bitch, the bastard
of a bastard's son
and that they were just but one
loaded chamber away
from a legend ~


a shot echoes

birds scatter

the wind



rustles

Pansexuality ! extreme content !
Please forgive me but I enjoy flesh and  
I enjoy your face, your voice, your style.  
I don't see genitalia.  
It will never matter the piece of meat you were born to.  
It will never matter how you play or what positions you like or what your fetish is.  
 
I am free to choose  
as we all are.  
I am free to choose you regardless of your breeding  
and regardless of the X's and the Y's.  
 
Oh, love,  
as I bring you to orgasm  
your chromosomes will not cross my mind.  
 
As I bring you to orgasm,  
I won't fear  
any squirting  
swallowing  
shaking  
    screaming  
           biting  
                scratching  
                          begging  
silence.  
If anything your individual nature  
and understanding your soul excites me.  
 
I am not greedy.  
I have never understood why  
I should make a choice based on the outside  
when everything is interesting within you. I have kissed  
women and made boys cry,  
I have kissed men and broken young girls hearts.  
Though that was never my intention. It was my youth and I had to figure this thing out for myself.  
 
I'm hungry for someone else  
who sees the soul.  
I'm hungry for someone  
who fascinates every inch of my being  
and flesh. I'm hungry for someone who sets me alight.  
Someone who makes me gay, who makes me easy - as relaxed as a  
down pillow.  
 
No rocky plain would stop me getting to you.  
No argument would make me too proud.  
No story would make me doubt,  
deceive or distrust you.  
 
That is love.  
That is love    
regardless of the odds and the games and the favours.  
That is love  
regardless of others beliefs and their motives and our young, 'natural', taught gratification.  
 
And, if I had to break, only you could do it.