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Northern_Soul
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Little Bloom

 
You never think itíll happen
until itís gushing out of you

you ask friends for relief
to stop this murder scene
and they fumble through bags
looking for yellow packets
& tightly rolled tampons

when the truth is,
theyíre just as surprised
to see red for the first time;
just as alarmed
to bleed silently
into school plastic chairs

while Mother throws in
old adages about how
youíre a woman now,
Grandchildren glazing
in her eyes.

You both
never speak
of this again
for the rest of
your livesó

not ever
at all.
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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SweetKittyCat5
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For The Love Of Money

The lure of Money
The sweetest of such compared to the taste of having Honey
The syrupiest reward given or ever received †
Some have sold their soul for the price to be relieved †
In the end untimely deceived †
Most say itís the root of all evil †
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle †
Than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God †
That concept is much harder to digest than sparing the rod and spoiling the child †
  
But wait, you cannot get any goods without cash †
For the ones who do not have access to get it †
Robbing for it, embezzling it, or shamefully selling their ass †
If the world did not have money as the tool to survive †
Would so many people still be able to thrive †
The rich, and wealthyís stance in life will take a nose dive †
The Have and Have Nots cannot feel as elite †
What you bring to the table for your family is what you eat †
†  
Share only if you have a spare †
Grow it, trade it, or Barter †
Iím just telling you like it should be †
Honest lines from the mind of a universal martyr †
The pyramid and almighty Seeing Eye †
Ask the founding forefathers and adhere to bicentennial lies †
Watching intently the Masonic Eye of Horus †
Many meanings of this dollar bill icon, not even listed in a thesaurus †
†  
What an interesting symbol †
I am well read and intellectually nimble †
Gold, Silver, Bronze precious metals for what itís worth †
Money within the economy, produces a wicked uprising rebirth †
A paper chase hell on earth †
Paper, Coins, CD, stocks and bonds †
Investment portfolios soaring, returned legal tender from the paper magic wand †
What shall be first shall be last shall be first again †
Moneyless, Penniless †
Bargaining with a pig, chicken, or even a hen †
†  
Payment rendered and served †
I wish that concept was still preserved †
It keeps everyoneís mind on a straight universal road †
Itís only from what Iíve been told †
Slow your flow sexy, life is not always so serene †
While you are writing your dogma someone else have money dreams †
The cream of their crop †
Hustling is their primary money prop †
†  
What about a dayís work and compensation †
Well of course itís one God under one nation †
Such a shame money seems to be our greatest fixation †
I have no pig, no chicken, and certainly no hen †
I tell you this now, but remember this was way back when †
I wish that concept was still preserved †
If you listened intently you would have heard †
†  
From what Iíve just stated †
This was true values before money was ever created †
Therefore, go to work †
By the sweat of oneís brow does bring in its everlasting perks †
Do as you should †
And what you could †
No money No bank account †
Donít count yourself out †
†  
Just remember, to give, and appreciate when itís received †
No concepts too low to ever conceive or believe †
The green paper does earthly rule †
Stay mentally equipped it will always be your barging tool †
You would have thought this jargon was taught in elementary school
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NoPoo #58 (01-25-21)

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𝚒𝚝í𝚜 𝚊
𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚝𝚘
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Bluevelvete
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lepperochan said:Chapter and Verse

"If you kneel before me I will place my hands on your head and bless you to high heavens. I will shout the name of the lord, and his father until heaven itself appears around us"

-The good book of Sozĕ

.. this burrows into my evil, wicked, atheist heart with a flicker of a thought of a notion...
of... "shame on Blue for thinking" ...
'prolly just me and where my mind is always circling... lol
No matter,
it's a eyebrow waggle write, Eamonn
Some of my favorite!
😈😇

#YesItsProllyTheAvocado

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cherry picked




when I think of you
now
it's only your love
that's left
dancing within




#Nopoo
1/25/21
10:14pm EST

Northern_Soul
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-Missy-
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When Rivers Meet Roads

She closed the page  
leaning back into soft pillows
that did nothing for her spine.
 
Silence has a way  
of embracing this metaphor
until in the middle of a room  
aching with questions  
light pours in from a crack
in a wooden frame.  
 
Doorways are their own  
passing place;
no stranger to life
running over the landing  
like everyday rivers
 
stairs becoming rocks
 
feet drowning  
in the storm.
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Grace
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26.01.2021
9.12pm
#NoPoo

A friend
lie in bed tonight
at the end of the ward
his heart beating hard
anxious
he may lose one of his legs tomorrow
if they can't save it
he thinks about his children and their mother
his tears up...
pain of another level

AspergerPoet56
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Sweetest Truth (NoPoo 76)

Blood!
Blood!!
More blood!!!

Seems nurses
Are modern day vampires
Always after blood

Little prick here
Just fill these tubes
No problem!!
Got eight pints worth

Be sure not to waste it
 
Of course
It tastes sweet
I'm diabetic
We are the sweetest
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Narcan

The wonder drug since the electric paddles of life to comply
Prolonging your existence in the twinkling of an eye
Eyes closed no heartbeats pushing through
A night of Opiates indulgence, a needle for me none for you
That ultimate high
Taking your mind to an illusion of the sky
Crashing while coming down
Another hit, mindful delusion going around and around
Nothing stirring or making a sound
Eyes closed, as Iím greeting my destination
Mental trepidation without any hesitation
The highest point I can reach of my imagination
If only you could see what I mean
Everything up here looks and feels so serene
Yeah, thou, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
The veins of my salvation, God, Iíve already met
My Narcan Angel has saved me twice
For the sickness of not having my medication is a huge sacrifice
My kids are crying, I refuse to care, do their hair, or give them a fresh breath of air
My liquid gold dependence has placed them all in foster care
My veins have told my story, the pages of my life are on display
I have sold the soul of my character as I grind with a I stranger as I lay
Counseling, Drug Rehabilitation, once, and then I choose to decline
I cannot be held responsible if this feeling is too divine
I did not start my journey as all would think
I was once an Accountant living the illustrious American dream
So, it may have seemed
Back went out, surgery pursued
One pill, then two, the whole bottle just to get me through, the feeling overruled
Pain was excruciating as one would believe, prescribed medications just to appease
Oxycontin, Percocet, Vicodin was just a swallowing tease
Try this, it could be a hit or miss
As I took my first initial hit
My severe pain, gone
Sending my mind in space all alone
But wait, this isnít so bad
Iím too glad to even be mad
For sticking my vein in a hasten cure
And yes, Iím positively sure
This will be the last time I take this route
But it did knock the pain completely out
Back pain anymore, who me, it doesnít exist
Maybe it would not occur at all, if I just take one more hit
Plantation of veins, hum, which one do I pick
Collapsed veins over time, I must now slap to get
Ahh, there she is, my belt waiting to wrap
No judgments here, a downfall of a relapse
Tapping the throne not to get my twenty-dollar investment insertion wrong
Strange things to get it, I had to do all night long
Injecting glory of satisfaction into my arm
Body churning in anticipation, a raging internal storm
Pulling the bevel back pushing liquid comforts of warmth
Slumped forward waiting to greet
My mind heading beyond the clouds, made for my vein and me to meet
A new batch in desperation I just got from off the streets
Wait, this feeling is tearing up my insides
Head rolls back, white affixed eyes, I tell you no lies
Whatís happening, as I cry out from my world of darkness, where no one larks
I hear screaming voices, dogs barking, sirens, people talking over me making medical remarks
I cannot breathe, someone help me please
My mind, my body has been snatched away
I hope it wasnít a Fentanyl batch, known to take oneís life, I silently pray
 
What...,what, is this feeling that has hit my heart
Itís still not beating, itís too lazy to even jump start
Hit again, hey where is this jolt coming from
I cannot feel anything, my body is still numb
Seconds later, there that feeling goes again
Hospital staff patiently waiting for Narcan to sink in
I can finally catch a breath to live, presence accounted this time to win
Seeing Angels before, I came through
I must stop meeting this door, before my granted visits become overdue
And between me and you
I want my life back without the Opiate blues
Things I once enjoyed, to experience it anew
I have not seen my kids, is this what Iíve reduced myself too
With a shake of His head, a voice spoke out to me
As you lie still, you must live and learn to believe a need to be
Believe in me, as I give all another tomorrow
For your ignorance, you lay in your own thistles of sorrow
I have once again pitied a fool
I tell you all, I have been academically schooled
As I lay here I will make my promise to you
No more, Iíve seen the other dark side
I have better choices for my mind in life to decide
I will beat this nightmare, itís behind me once I stand
No one wants life or death decided under the wonder drug, Narcan
 
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This poem is dedicated to the many people who have come under the rescue of Narcan. Last week while working in the ER on third shift, as a favor to another nurse who was on vacation. There were several people who were brought to the ER from apparent Heroin overdosing. Most of those patients were women. The protocol to save anyoneís life is challenging under normal circumstances, but to assume one has overdosed without any medical information, is even alarming, and an adrenaline rush of time.

Love and Hugs,
SKC5 Just breatheÖwas the call that night


NoPoo 59 (01-26-21)
Originally Posted 2018, when I was a ER Critical Care/Trauma Nurse, Level III in Philadelphia

Bluevelvete
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.....


spaces you filled
now empty
blank pages weep
your pen,
once fierce mighty
quiets in deep sleep

fused in cold and that certain light




#Nopoo
1/26/21
10:07pm EST

AspergerPoet56
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Crocodile Prayers (NoPoo 77)

This fear
Of acient gods
Persists
Shed your sins
For forgiveness

We don't need
Contradictions
Enough confusion
In this fast moving
Modern world

Break the guilt cycle
These prayers
Fall on deaf ears
Its mother nature
Verus human mature

What's written in stone
Soon erodes
Over time
Smoothed over
Slowly forgotten

Shake the shackles
Kick it in
Blatant religious lies
Belief is a cancer
That will kill


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Grace
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Idryad
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27.01.2021
3.41pm
#NoPoo

Did one assignment today
I'm tired and weary,
lying down
browsing through the library of my memories
I've lived such an adventurous life
maybe I deserve to be as I am
tired and weary...
I'm missing you.

Northern_Soul
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A lonerís guide to trifle squatting

 
and so it was
that my wasted feet
entered a neon hell
of a food store

probably should
have picked up
bread
milk

instead
I walked out with a trifle
and a bottle of wine
took that fucker home
and devoured it
with my bare hands.

Cavemen didnít care
about plates, ripping
apart every morsel,
each and every fibre
becoming experience

and thereís part of me
that still craves
the connection
of mouth and fist;
that immerses itself
whole-heartedly
in the juice
of existence.

Some days
the world gets loud;
loud enough to reject
everything

loud enough
to squat on a carpet
in a cream coma;
to experience life
one handful
of ecstasy at a time

and then
there are days
I refuse
to explain myself
to anybody

anything.

Why?

because fuck you,
thatís why.
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Grace
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28.01.2021
6.06am
#NoPoo

cold morning today
a day to live through
brightness to darkness
and brightness again
I feel no desire
to walk out the door
or to return
once I'm outside
I'm an ameoba
floating within a pond of sludgy consciousness

SweetKittyCat5
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Echoes Of A Hunter Moon

A mighty swordsman oh yes, thou are    
Beckoning the temptation of a twinkling star        
Orionís belt        
The spitfire of his heat seeking mission dutifully felt        
No soft silver amulets to ward off its call        
Standing to remain from the spiraling silent fall        
       
The moon so grand in its magnetic force        
Hungering for my heart, my mind my sweetest vows of choice        
Caressing the skin of such hidden fires        
Surrendering unto the taste of the mindís kindred desires        
Temptation whispered from the skies above        
Orionís melody of relentless love        
       
A Hunter Moon within the enrapture of        
As an erected stance dances into the bed of earthís silken glove        
Minds and hearts in exile dances in moonlight        
Entangled, embraced, anticipated Heavenly passion in sight        
Remnants touched of its blending emotions        
Hearts under the moon cast of its love potion        
       
Captive souls colliding, within the universe we cajole        
Entwined essence heightened as one soul        
Bodies serenading, the rapture of love marinating        
Lips, hands, blindly patrolling        
Moans, loudly echoing and consoling        
       
Seasonal passion of January sailing the ocean of December        
Sundown to sunset, a kiss of a Hunter Moon, the heart remembers        
Even in lifeís fragile state        
Suspended time is the absence to recreate      
       
A beautiful cadence of stalwart beating hearts        
Where does the core of shifting positive energy end, where does it even start        
Creating an alliance upon a naked canvass, enchanting, illuminating within the dark        
Soft brushstrokes gently roaming over my temple, crafting its masterpiece work of art        
     
Time catches up, as sunrays gradually peep through        
Paradise in the sky left behind for me and you        
Passion instilled, infused, peaked beyond the galaxy to the moon bodies now earthbound        
Meditation attuned forgotten of its whispered sounds

NoPoo #60 (01-27-21)

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