How do you feel?

Write about how you feel on any subject, just write the subject above your writing. I welcome every one and every thing. Have fun and enjoy. If you have any questions, please let me know.

so we just write anything?
or should it involve the Wright brothers?

So sorry, I was not watching what i was writing. I fixed the post. Yes,you write about what ever you want.

I love to sex
most of my time
when there is none to help
i poetically rhyme

where are you my love

just
cummmmm

The 25th Hour
(The hour between freedom and imprisonment)

I walked silently
amongst the ruins of Babylon
only to find crushed hopes and dreams
strewn on the path leading to Golgotha
I fell on my knees maimed in humility
my heart bleeding blackness of the night
melting me in the briny endless sea
where the guilty have no shame
on this side of hell

Subject: "No fear"

Gan Eagla

Nobody can live your life for you.  
 
Nobody else can stop eating  
the shit that is killing you,  
nobody can replace your liver  
full of booze with potpourri  
so you can crap out roses  
to keep your grave warm.  
 
Nobody else can shake it,  
that victim label you wear  
to remind yourself you once  
felt pain to feel alive,  
or pack those sins away  
in a box you won't burn.    
 
You are not the world--  
your life is an explosion  
not a piss-weak candle  
battling against the storm;  
make your Gods shake  
in fear of strength, of pride  
 
stop holding on  
to exes, letters, bus tickets  
caffeine highs, nicotine lows  
scars and skin tickets  
that hide under baggy-clothed  
blue-eyed safety blankets  
 
and understand that you  
are never as young as you are  
right now, never as beautiful,  
never as alive as the sun rising  
on brand new mornings  
that will sing anarchic songs  
 
with only you in mind.  

Holding the gun to my head,
I'm going to paint my walls red.

The thoughts of suicide, and of how he bled..to death.
Leaving me here, telling me i should overdose on meth.

Tinted red eyes from staying up all night..
Creamed up cups of coffee layin' to the side..

My thoughts keeping me awake,
Telling me this is the day..i'm going to finally blow out my brains.

From yesterday to today,
i've went in to insanity.

I've went crazy, i want my last thing to see to be my blood splat on the wall.
Cr-a-zy.

subject (I won't comply)



I Need An Uzi



This fucking
clap trap
mis-hap
walking lonely
world of phony
bull crap
flat pack
what's the way
and who can show me
bureaucrat
plastic twats
in top hats
at least I own me
hostages , hi-jacks
how's this shit
still un-folding
legislation , degredation
we all give
as their taking
de-volution
no inclusion
lack of fusion
to this nation
scumbags
in their swag
what I lack
is an Uzi
extremist , seperatists
walk the streets
like they're showmen
terrorists
get benefits
to go in shops
that they blow up
city flames , rioting
with no shame
or reason for it
samaritans
all the time
suck the dicks
of the phillistines
if you're bleeding
and you need it
guaranteed
you're out of time
tax payers
foot the failures
but there's savings
for the aliens
high ranking
skanking , banking
tosser bosses
wank in limelight
then the BBC
with fee's
has paedophiles
as employees
clap trap
full of crap
plastic twats
you'll never own me .








 

this is how i feel about beans


there is always that chain
no matter how far you drag your ass
they see you all the way back
to where you come from
all the friends and lovers
who won't speak to you anymore
tellin the people

"he's either down south or out west"
name changed to raymond
locked up or dead again"

stone throws
fork tongued black birds
up on that wire by the power plant
3 mile cro magnon
tribeca turnips
goldfish gasping
and can't see shadow burnt to wall

angry pirates everywhere
catch train in a hurry
he's a danger man
even expelled by the school of hard knocks
took jose's packages
just wants to die in a warmer climate
burden of sunshine blind greying face

spiral staircase M.C. escherish
china men laying track in circle
sure she'll blush if you get there
have coffee and potent laudanum pre mixed
zero latitude and every longitude

heard there's some untamed dirt
left somewhere
tell her to take a ride
tune up a different engine
motor poncho villa back to Che early days
sew your own stitches

What to Feel

What did I feel
when it was all
over, it didn't feel
very real, so surreal
goodbyes are like that

What did I feel when
I saw hungry children
sitting in parks
where nannies fed their wards
sad...affronted, angry

What do I feel
when poor little rich girls
cry for their high end phone
Pity maybe
and glad some people got it made

What do I feel...
so much too many
But they just feelings
who cares anyway.

Subject: I feel Ashamed


I'm Sorry
The world I live in
I feel all I do is sin
I feel this is the end
All of these rules bend
and break to the depths of despair
to the abyss of inevitability
Can this world see me for me?
Not the tears they see me cry
All I feel are lies, they despise me
They do
I feel so blue
I have no clue
What to do next I mean
You have not seen what I've seen
Heard what I've heard
Felt what I felt here
Nowadays I fear
Not of death, of life as a tear-
It rolls down my face to join the others down near;
Near the sunshine that used to be
The place where God's smiling at me
He's proud, really proud
But now, it's a dark cloud
The shadows are coming
The Devil is humming
I am running.
I look up to see him
"God, are you mad?" I say
"You are not the same." He praised
He looks at me and I see his place
"Courtney AshLee? What a disgrace!"
I heard what he said, I bowed, pleaded, I cried
"I'm sorry God, I'm sorry! I really tried!"
He looks at me; His eyes in debate
"I'm sorry Courtney, but it's too late"
That's me, I did everything wrong
But is the Devil where I belong?
I'll try harder I will!
But You won't want me still
Just like Momma, Heather, and Nick, You'll leave
Well, do what You believe
I want You to also be happy
So go on without me
But just to You, Momma, Heather, and Nick
Where my blood runs so deep and thick
When the nights are so dark and starry
Well, I guess I'll just say it, I'm sorry

A touch of Paranoia

Why do you not answer my text?
Your silence has left me vexed.
I feel a gap where you belong
What have I done that was wrong

Or is it you who is remiss
And forgotten our sexual bliss
Did I misread your emotion
That you loved me with passion

Please let me know your position
Not knowing is real attrition
Our night of sex I’ll remember
As a time of immense pleasure

Your silence is making me mad
Please tell me I need not be sad
How I wish you would assure
That our love is secure

Your text reassures me
My mind is at last free
Come to my arms, share your life
Perhaps one day you'll be my wife.

...........

subject : belonging

the kings home

home is a feeling
many men are lacking
like a kingdom lacking a king
like a bird missing a wing
bound to fall

is there such a thing as a lost pioneer
even if his cause is sincere
wandering the sphere
travels that dont adhere
to fate

heartless men
have houses,hearty men
have homes to call their own
but do not own
like a poper sitting on a throne

kingdoms that havent risen
but have already fallen
are like seeds
that have no needs,
rootless

home is a kingdom
but all we have is space without freedom
because were bound to the road
to walk on paths less travelled

and weep for roads untravelled
for home is a feeling that cannot be parralled

STILL LIFE of words

Today feels like a broken verse
in nameless need of catastrophe
of camouflaged words

Today feels like a silhouette
of false conscience
Apostrophe lies

Soot
Falling
From time

Peeling the skin of a poetry line
Through the pores of prose
The smell of coal black lines

of camouflaged words
in nameless need of catastrophe
Today feels like a broken verse