A one week contest
AtoMikbomb
Forum Posts: 141
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 1st Aug 2017Forum Posts: 141
Does she notice veins on leaf undersides?
Yester-sun, the dayglow away
afar...
my memoir dines over sips from mason jars
scones and highfalutin lattes
foam art frothy
biscotti crumbs off a hottie's lips
The gluten's stale as we were...
Pluck the pillings off your chinos
you know...
the faux formalities always failed
to woo me; do you recall?
as those tacky khakis squeeze the life from your balls
But I would meet you in the stairwell
no bra and all
Look into her liner
relive my undressed lids
and the rest
I acquiesced
When you meet her
walled in brand names
reminisce my snippings
of itchy tags from outlet jeans
dropping denim where I please
-remember me
afar...
my memoir dines over sips from mason jars
scones and highfalutin lattes
foam art frothy
biscotti crumbs off a hottie's lips
The gluten's stale as we were...
Pluck the pillings off your chinos
you know...
the faux formalities always failed
to woo me; do you recall?
as those tacky khakis squeeze the life from your balls
But I would meet you in the stairwell
no bra and all
Look into her liner
relive my undressed lids
and the rest
I acquiesced
When you meet her
walled in brand names
reminisce my snippings
of itchy tags from outlet jeans
dropping denim where I please
-remember me
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snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Unbreakable Me
You broke my bank
You broke my mind
You broke my heart
But take care not to gloat
For I still have hope
And with hope
The spirit cannot be broke
So, I'll pull myself together
And move on
With the certainty
That someday
I'll find somebody
Better than you
To love me
You broke my mind
You broke my heart
But take care not to gloat
For I still have hope
And with hope
The spirit cannot be broke
So, I'll pull myself together
And move on
With the certainty
That someday
I'll find somebody
Better than you
To love me
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1874
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1874
Through the Debris
I masked the hurt with anger and looked for revenge in the most spiteful way,
Not knowing that from that day forward everything would completely change,
And in some strange way I didn’t grasp the damage it would do to all of us,
You grew angrier and I somehow found my strength buried under all the rubble.
But first I had to dig through all the debris, the guilt, the everlasting shame,
Taking all the blame because it didn’t really matter who set it off at first,
Because your verse will always be different than mine, I know I did wrong,
But as long as I had my baby boy, even though I was lost I still had hope.
I didn’t want you back,
How could I? I wouldn’t want myself back if I had done that to me,
And no matter how you see it, I too was so hurt the way it all went down,
Razed to the ground, we were a mess but those were the choices we made,
Had I stayed, there was no telling how much worse it would have gotten.
Maybe it was for the best, we had grown apart and my heart wasn’t in it,
It was my fault, I never should have started, I should have been more honest,
I broke all those promises when I strayed away and brought your wrath,
It was a bloodbath,
But you knew me, I was that type of guy to help you build it and then destroy it.
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
Forum Posts: 1470
G.L.
Dangerous Mind
24
Joined 15th Feb 2016Forum Posts: 1470
THERE'S NO WINTER IN THE TROPICS
Snowman is not foreign,
He visits me every December.
Some years he was soft, large, cuddly,
Made of Uratex, durable, reusable.
Some other times, he's recyclable,
Environment-friendly, made of used, Materials, a budget buddy.
There were years when he's nothing,
But an image I could look at from afar.
Sadly, maddeningly so...
This year, and all the years to come,
I am afraid, he would be just someone,
To wish for, no matter how I try.
Reality bites and I have to accept
That there is no Winter here
In the Tropics where I live.
Sometimes, I admit,
I wished to immigrate.
But the closet is nearer
And kept in there, is a snowman
Housed in a glassed picture frame
— crumpled
Beside me hugging him.
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OxymoronicmeGLEmz 2018
16 October 2018
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(G.L.)
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Removed my second entry because I just saw it was one entry only
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AstralLeeWilson
Astral Lee Wilson
Joined 2nd Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 2
Astral Lee Wilson
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 2
The Iris
Can I remind you who you are at 3:35
Or are you even alive?
Potential is an ignored control complex
Subjected to our most vulnerable self
Yet we acknowledge practically everything else.
The damage
The glamour of being a comparison
The pressure of elevation
The strategic way of conforming to an absolute illusion
The intrusive connotations
The elation of what you can never seem to remember
Your hands clenching my shoulders in mid December
The longest winter
The emerald ring
Do you still mean everything if all you do is lie?
If I could just mention
The contradictions
From this position.
Things are quiet.
It just falls dead to silence.
It grows an iris.
Mercy is the scent.
Did you remember this?
What is the answer?
Living in a victim complex mentality
Where we dual verbally
Constantly
And you’re just onto me.
On the stage we dance.
It is slow.
A ticking clock.
How it makes my shoulder twitch
To which I remember
Mid-December.
Or are you even alive?
Potential is an ignored control complex
Subjected to our most vulnerable self
Yet we acknowledge practically everything else.
The damage
The glamour of being a comparison
The pressure of elevation
The strategic way of conforming to an absolute illusion
The intrusive connotations
The elation of what you can never seem to remember
Your hands clenching my shoulders in mid December
The longest winter
The emerald ring
Do you still mean everything if all you do is lie?
If I could just mention
The contradictions
From this position.
Things are quiet.
It just falls dead to silence.
It grows an iris.
Mercy is the scent.
Did you remember this?
What is the answer?
Living in a victim complex mentality
Where we dual verbally
Constantly
And you’re just onto me.
On the stage we dance.
It is slow.
A ticking clock.
How it makes my shoulder twitch
To which I remember
Mid-December.
Written by AstralLeeWilson
(Astral Lee Wilson)
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Forum Posts: 5134
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
I’m terribly honored to have had my humble Rensaku voted for the win. You have my gratitude. And I thank our host for a venue to express such a complex side of love that was so recent in my life.
And last but certainly never least, my congratulations to Astyanax & SatInUGal for joining me on the podium!
All the best—
ever,
Jade
🔥
🙏🏻
And last but certainly never least, my congratulations to Astyanax & SatInUGal for joining me on the podium!
All the best—
ever,
Jade
🔥
🙏🏻