She was a vampire; we hung together for a while.
Not a drop of my blood dripped from her lips,
and yet, gradually my soul,
(that wise infant who has taken up
temporary residences in the hovel of my ego),
was sucked like a hapless Mayfly
under her brooding wings.
Little by little
she drained my youthful spirit away
with her 'pity me' hungers,
(a vicious need to bring everyone down
to her own level of misery).
Until
exhausted by her constant tales of woe
I drove a silver lining deep into her heart.
O how she screamed, as a ray of sunny daylight
shattered her sulky sucky-ness.
I left her there
dangling from those manipulative spiderwebs
of her self-loathing,
and fled
with my soulful man-child still intact.
LIES.. It's very Tricky
A deceitful
crafty craft
Too Sucky
ingratiating and obsequious.
Picky is the teller
fussy, faddy and choosy
a picky eater
Pick the MOUTHS Up
The teller
Leaves the EAR Down
The told
And the BRAIN fooled
Living you
Vulnerable and vandalize
Living in absolute
Deceits and fear
LIES... Very bitter
When the TRUTHS
Prevails
Nothing can be
Hidden forever
LIES... It blocks your
Chakra
The consequences
Spiritual!!!
LIES... It brings you
Instant gratification.
be the victor
Physically!!
LIES... Some are illusion
For survival, Being
Told for GOOD reason
And others for
Manipulation just
to Destroy another.
A young fellow soldier from Kentucky
He considered himself rather lucky
Stationed at Ft. Knox,
Opened a vault box
But, alas, it was empty … how sucky!
written October 11, 2021
God bless ya, #Dyslexia,
my pseudo super power,
academically sucky,
but creatively lucky,
thou maketh some peeps tower.
Sunrise comes for me
Buildings shade halts it’s progress
Sucky city life
My city sunset
Reflected off the buildings
Awesome to behold
Prey in the city
variety a plenty
Beware the stalkers
She sleeps peacefully
I watch admiring her
She tooted sweetly
Lost is my lover
She lays next to me in sleep
Distance is profound
Here my princess l
Innocent our love
Profound is the gap
When You Bury Me
Bury me with dentures in case I'll need to eat
a Beano annual from Christmas, nineteen-sixty-eight
summer scent remembered from the fallow field
my wee red trike with its wobbly wheels
Bury with me a walking stick, my tattered summer hat
fold my arms, cross my feet because that'll be surely that
lay clag-n-clay upon me, with care kind and gentle
tamp the earth lovingly, act morbidly sentimental
Bury with me an old school photo one in monochrome
prove I was when all be left is muck and grizzled bone
remember fill my trouser pockets with minty sucky sweets
cause even after death you see I'd appreciate some treats
Tell them all about my life my unrealised ambitions
please don't give away me telescope, fossils or television
and tell my family I know I could have been much better
look beneath the mantle clock, It's where I left this letter
There's a light way deep inside
I no longer have to hide
I opened up and not afraid
To finally face the life I've made
My past always had me scared
Leading me to who knows where
I never had a plan in mind
Thinking I would ever find
Happiness, I only knew
Pain and sorrow as I grew
Nobody to shelter me
From all of the misery
I felt every single day
It stayed, never going away
Days, weeks, months, and even years
Filled me with millions of tears
Flowing like a rive of
Not knowing the kind of love
Others have known, they are lucky
Not to live a life as sucky
Like mine was until the day
You threw my whole past away
Now the darkness is gone forever
Your love cut apart to sever
All the loneliness I've felt
One look at you and I melt
Dear Crush,
How many bruises?
How many lonely nights?
How many broken hearts?
How many hurtful fights?
How many 'i'm fine' lies?
How many tears will fall?
Do you think I'm blind?
I know she caused them all!
But I can't sway your heart.
I cannot make you see,
That when you hurt yourself,
You're really hurting me!
Sorry for this sucky poem. :/
-Mercury
Happy Birthday to Me
A personal limerick
By Franklin Price
11/14/2015
Happy Birthday to me I'm so lucky
Been years since I've seen rubber ducky
Have a beautiful wife
And a wonderful life
Not much at all has been sucky
the pen is empty
and i try to write
but nothing comes out try as i might.
i've been waiting for forever,
and it says its on its way,
but i wonder if i can wait for forever another day.
the page is loading,
the signal goes around,
its taking so long i'm losing sight of which way i'm bound.
i'm out of ideas,
and poetry turns out crappy,
but this is all i can do than writing verse too sappy.
its embarrassing and i'm hesitant,
to press the submit key,
but its how i'm feeling, its a sucky representation of me.
I dont like online version of this site
It sucks
Oh give me a rope
With a noose that is loose
And i'll tie it up on a beam
Then give me a pill
That will give me a thrill
And i'll end it all on a high
Death Death is the way
For life is to sucky to play
So give me a gun
That is loaded for fun
And i'll blow my brains far away.
Life. I feel like I have no life. No energy fills up inside me.
Out of touch. I feel out of touch when the feeling to drink doesn't consume me.
Sucky. I feel like I suck when I am in my room when everybody else is getting drunk and partying.
Unexciting. I feel unexcited when I am being consumed with my negativity.
Real. I feel not real like I am just a doll being used as a toy.
When will I stop feeling like a loser but a winner.
I guess it is up to me whether I finally take control of my life or not.
ICKY, SUCKY, YUCKY
???????????????
wheezing, sneezing; allergy in my throat
darn green mucus pasted in my hair,
steroids tumbling down on chest
and “no- bath -for -days” anywhere!
mites and dust in rinsed fingernails
fever flushing through these dead toes,
and whacking sinus drips much yuckier
floating from my from dry , red nose!
emergency rooms now daily visits for me
oxygen masks, x-rays and tests for clean piss ,
yipers, my new honey's coming around to check
this surely sucks, don’t wanna be kissed!!
:
it sucks to be me
it sucks to not be able to have the time to watch tv
it sucks to have 2 jobs at 15
it sucks that everytime i turn around i am deceived
it sucks that im actually a genius but nobody belives
it sucks that im beat down despite the goals ive acheived
but you know what
its these sucky things that put pride in my strut
its these disbelivers that put me in this rut
its a long hard road and it sucks
you just gotta overcome obsacles like monster trucks
bein me is harder than it looks
its alot of work with no instuction books
its even a little bit painful like hanging by fishing hooks
yeah it sucks to be me but what is one to do
because through it all i love myself the way i am, so true
and i wouldnt change myself to be anyone, not even you
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