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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
A sight I will never forget
A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
#cars
#childhood
#death
#horror
#memories
66 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
25th Nov 2024 9:44am
Hope
It occurs to me that I’ve gotten old, perhaps even out of touch. Every generation eventually gets put out to pasture, and their ideas die with them. It’s nature, it’s the ebb and flow of progress. Time passes us by and we have to pass the torch to the future.
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
The only problem is the human psyche doesn’t wanna let go of being relevant. Because they would then have to face mortality. Don’t believe me? Two words. “Baby Boomers” them some people who don’t wanna let go. I jest. lol. I shouldn’t say it that way though, because when using blanket statements it comes off as arrogant...
#prose
130 reads
12 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
22nd Nov 2024 3:30am
A Journey to Gehenna and Back Again
#dark
#death
#hell
#memories
#spiritual
37 reads
0 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 8:34pm
21st Nov 2024 8:34pm
The UK
The UK is getting shitter by the day. It's not a question of money, more a question of corruption.
Tax is illegal to avoid unless you are rich enough to steal from the government, with a contract you never have to honour.
The food is being watered down because the people were manipulated into leaving the EU.
People pay millions for health care they are excluded from.
the water companies are polluting, river, lake, and sea.
They tell us to recycle and put it all in the landfill anyway.
We are told that the rest of the world has...
Tax is illegal to avoid unless you are rich enough to steal from the government, with a contract you never have to honour.
The food is being watered down because the people were manipulated into leaving the EU.
People pay millions for health care they are excluded from.
the water companies are polluting, river, lake, and sea.
They tell us to recycle and put it all in the landfill anyway.
We are told that the rest of the world has...
#greed
#hypocrisy
67 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:23am
19th Nov 2024 3:23am
Diana
Flash goes off
My life is extinguished
Lasting in my floating nightmares
Can’t come up for air
Coulda been the queen
Living fairytale dreams
Instead twisted and bleeding
In the back of an Audi
Vultures on the kill
Snapping to feed the till
Piranha on the flesh
Down to bone
My life is extinguished
Lasting in my floating nightmares
Can’t come up for air
Coulda been the queen
Living fairytale dreams
Instead twisted and bleeding
In the back of an Audi
Vultures on the kill
Snapping to feed the till
Piranha on the flesh
Down to bone
#greed
#grief
#heartbroken #shame
#heartbroken #shame
64 reads
0 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 6:54am
18th Nov 2024 6:54am
Chasing _____
On the road home, a familiar, yet
majestic scene—
made same as any
other in the
absence of daylight.
This unfulfilled longing
still
lingers as a pair of scuffed black dress shoes
pass under a humming neon sign that
watches over the
pothole-riddled
parking lot of Casa Mexico.
He’s seated alone
tonight,
and with no roof
of
words to shelter him from the
Rain, he stares blankly at a Spanish poster until the arrival of his food.
He tips well— they treat him well in
like fashion.
He...
majestic scene—
made same as any
other in the
absence of daylight.
This unfulfilled longing
still
lingers as a pair of scuffed black dress shoes
pass under a humming neon sign that
watches over the
pothole-riddled
parking lot of Casa Mexico.
He’s seated alone
tonight,
and with no roof
of
words to shelter him from the
Rain, he stares blankly at a Spanish poster until the arrival of his food.
He tips well— they treat him well in
like fashion.
He...
#apathy
#emptiness
123 reads
2 Comments
PenelopeM
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 2:27pm
16th Nov 2024 2:27pm
Memphis
I take pleasure in pissing you off.
After all you have done to me, your anger is my satisfaction.
So, you may get your steak...stake, but I'll be eating my peanut butter sandwich with bananas. That is what you tell them, right?
After all you have done to me, your anger is my satisfaction.
So, you may get your steak...stake, but I'll be eating my peanut butter sandwich with bananas. That is what you tell them, right?
#anger
50 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 12:22pm
16th Nov 2024 12:22pm
Tide
His kisses
feel
like a montage
of parables
plastered
all over my
flesh
from
Sunday to Monday
he whispers
gentle
reminders
that feel
like footnotes
on our
thesis
heated & fervent
and he
knows
how
to bring me
to the edge
of all his
disclosures
and his
perversion's
planted deep
as I embrace
in wholly
with love
and the way
he tongues me
deep
as if he
were
trying
to climb ...
feel
like a montage
of parables
plastered
all over my
flesh
from
Sunday to Monday
he whispers
gentle
reminders
that feel
like footnotes
on our
thesis
heated & fervent
and he
knows
how
to bring me
to the edge
of all his
disclosures
and his
perversion's
planted deep
as I embrace
in wholly
with love
and the way
he tongues me
deep
as if he
were
trying
to climb ...
#love
95 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 10:47am
16th Nov 2024 10:47am
Red Rose Petals
Once upon a time there was a flower.
Who wanted to have beauty and power.
She was surrounded by flowers.
Who lived in graceful,royal towers.
With blood red petals each.
She wanted to be like them.
And for true happiness to reach.
She was surrounded by red roses as a sunflower.
And she began to have their grace and power.
One day,she wanted to become her favorite flower - a red rose.
She dyed her petals and strikes a pose.
One day,she would become her own graceful flower.
Happy,hopeful.
Taking a peaceful...
Who wanted to have beauty and power.
She was surrounded by flowers.
Who lived in graceful,royal towers.
With blood red petals each.
She wanted to be like them.
And for true happiness to reach.
She was surrounded by red roses as a sunflower.
And she began to have their grace and power.
One day,she wanted to become her favorite flower - a red rose.
She dyed her petals and strikes a pose.
One day,she would become her own graceful flower.
Happy,hopeful.
Taking a peaceful...
#flowers
#hope
#nature #rose
#nature #rose
51 reads
0 Comments
PenelopeM
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 12:36pm
14th Nov 2024 12:36pm
Trail Of Intuition
The day your hands decided to pound the drums, ancestors made sure everyone was listening.
Their language echoing through mighty oaks, confusing English thoughts.
Wrap her in the beautiful Buffalo hide, she's tired and full of broken.
What, Sitting Bull, did you study the stars while in heaven and use them as stepping stones to cross the plains of time?
Lay her in the Tipi that sits by the waters edge, where the warm wind can blow her bad memories away, cradling the little girl inside, like a child laying in her mothers arms.
As the frog sings a new hope for Spring...
Their language echoing through mighty oaks, confusing English thoughts.
Wrap her in the beautiful Buffalo hide, she's tired and full of broken.
What, Sitting Bull, did you study the stars while in heaven and use them as stepping stones to cross the plains of time?
Lay her in the Tipi that sits by the waters edge, where the warm wind can blow her bad memories away, cradling the little girl inside, like a child laying in her mothers arms.
As the frog sings a new hope for Spring...
#love
#strength
59 reads
2 Comments
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