When I was 15
I became obsessed with
the Yin and the Yang.
The truth and the lies.
It was the first piece of jewellery I ever wore -
a cheap piece of tat
held round my neck
with nothing more than a shoestring.
A hormonal, earnest... – by PS | 4 Views added 2 days ago
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“Father God and Mother Church” -
the creator and the nourisher…
the swaddle and the birch.
The child of both knows how to grow,
and passes on both fear and love,
from cradle to the... – by Xavier. | 4 Views added 2 days ago
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I was not the son you wanted.
You were not the father I needed.
We failed each other.
Only your name... – by Xavier. | 6 Views added 3 days ago
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The problem
with watching too much sci-fi
as a lonely child
is that one tends to project.
So,
every time I say goodbye -
I die.
For real.
Unchecked.
But it does give me something -
gives me a chance to renew.
A falsehood,
a... – by Xavier. | 7 Views added 3 days ago
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The flame that you lit
burned me -
caused me to scarper,
and the black ash
that remained -
the harbinger,
was far darker
than what I’d imagined.
It stained
every day since.
Like ink.
Truth.
Pushed to the brink.
... – by Charles. | 8 Views added 4 days ago
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Cowardice is not
“pulling the trigger” -
it’s WEAKNESS
that is that act.
Cowardice is coming up
with a reason NOT to do so,
despite the call
of E-V-E-R-Y part
of your being,
gnawing
at your
failings,
and seeking
respite
pacts.... – by Robert. | 4 Views added 4 days ago
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Each day
away
I droop
and fade -
I crave your
shade
and
gloomy... – by swaft | 3 Views added 4 days ago
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I remember.
I REMEMBER.
I remember you.
I do.
I remember the shadow of your tendrils.
The weight of your hand.
Your breath.
I do.
But, as I remember,
I decide to choose -
to not let your touch
touch my... – by Earwig. | 9 Views added 4 days ago
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They danced for a while,
the colours three,
and, for a time,
they thought they were free.
The only problem,
as far as they could see
was that each of those colours
would always be
a shade out of step -
a blurred... – by B. G. O. | 17 Views added 4 days ago
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I ***** to forget.
I ***** to remember.
I ***** every second I’m able to be... – by Robert. | 5 Views added 4 days ago
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She warned me prior
that it was hot -
and gave me notice
of its impeding descent.
I met her gaze,
and stood my ground.
Eyes locked with hers
in unwarranted,
challenging fury.
The shark’s tooth imprint
on my unblemished skin
lasted... – by Michael. | 7 Views added 4 days ago
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Every day.
EVERY day,
I wake,
walk,
stalk,
and pray.
But you’re no closer.
Always just out of reach,
my wond’rous mariposa.... – by Memoir | 8 Views added 5 days ago
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Male and female,
old and young -
clever monkeys
making fire from sun.
Too clever by far
to hear angels hark,
but the primitive urge
still warns of the dark.
So, when we explore
and we fly into space,
and we take the remains
of the... – by H. Lock | 18 Views added 5 days ago
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It’s time
to run away again -
to find
a new family, and
maybe
this time I could try to
stay for
a little while and take
a chance
to breathe. I might even
settle
down. But I won’t. Will I?
ICANTSTOPMOVING.
IWISHICOULD.
... – by H. Lock | 10 Views added 6 days ago
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Orange knows Black’s.
Green knows Orange’s.
Green won’t reveal.
Because Orange wouldn’t approve.
It’s like a satsuma.
Discordant a-peel.
Orange and Green.
Next to each other.
But never interfering
with the others’
... – by Orange. | 12 Views added 7 days ago
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Time soon
for us
to
choose
“derring-do”,
or a loss of truth.
Either will be costly.
Both will be frostily perceived
by those fools who
shoot their own crew
in order to make themselves
feel like a part of something self-hewn.... – by H. Lock | 11 Views added 7 days ago
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I have spent time with my family
(For the first time in a long time)
and my friend
(For even longer)
And this
Pre-described version
of what I’m meant to be happy with
Means absolutely nothing.
I had an interview.
I did... – by H. Lock | 18 Views added 8 days ago
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I watched you change
for a thousand days -
a gradual decay
from the mastermind
of strength of will,
to a feeble child
and the mind’s own slave.
Those gardener’s hands
turned to ones as
slender as a seamstress -
and teeth stronger than... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 9 days ago
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When I am DEAD.
What will you do?
Not
“When I’m gone”,
or
“When I’ve left”,
but when there’s
no other chance
of anything further.
Ooft.
Harsh.
But a thing we MUST do.
The faint trace of a father’s... – by H. Lock | 20 Views added 10 days ago
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I went to mass today.
The sermon was about
NOT BECOMING A MONSTER,
but I don’t think anyone heard.
So I’ll be back.
I’ll make them listen.
The walls will glisten.
The wheat and the chaff.
The way and the... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 10 days ago
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Hot cheeks.
Chilled tongue.
Toad in the hole.
Honeyed buns.
Supreme breasts.
Dripping clam.
Spotted dick w/
Cream and jam.
A cavalcade
of marmalade,
dripping down
our morning toast
Each meal I have
without you here,
is a... – by Mr. Poo | 4 Views added 10 days ago
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What do I have to do?
How many times
must I kneel
before you,
before you
allow me to feel
how I used... – by H. Lock | 4 Views added 10 days ago
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We’re all the same.
SO if you commission a show
by one of us
it means that you
are to be applauded.
“Clap clap.”
“Well done.”
Oh dear.
You’re SO fucking... – by H. Lock | 6 Views added 11 days ago
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Where are you now?
Did you meet your pal?
Are they doing those things
in the way that you’d planned?
Are there things to distract
from “the new flesh” unwrapped -
or d’you need nothing more
than a scratch on the back?
These questions... – by Mr. Poo | 10 Views added 11 days ago
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Tears, like ink,
fall downwards -
an inevitable sink.
And, with each drop,
we are made aware
of the heights
from which they were borne -
the reminder of change,
the tick and the tock.
A teeming,
like rainfall,
of hot salt
to the... – by H. Lock | 13 Views added 14 days ago
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I promise you.
I PROMISE.
I shall see you again.
Not in “another life”.
Not in a non-sensical way.
We shall meet and embrace,
and hug slightly too hard -
so that when we depart
there is still that feeling of closeness,
... – by H. Lock | 10 Views added 15 days ago
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I don’t know
who the octo-creature or Nicolas are -
but you can’t stay young forever.
You can’t.
I know.
I tried.
Death knocked.
I cried.
I used to played in carpet... – by H. Lock | 9 Views added 17 days ago
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Since I’ve gone,
you have
done nothing.
Nothing through
the letterbox.
Why?
Have you stopped watching films,
or was it just
(in recent time)
a false contact point
for us to connect?
For us to re-begin..?
KNOCK KNOCK.
You... – by H. Lock | 20 Views added 17 days ago
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Eat cardboard.
No, really.
I used to do it when I was severely mentally ill and depressed as fuck.
Fills you up, passes easily, and doesn’t make you fat.
Welcome to “ANOREXIA WHILST CHEWING”.
Nearly killed me, but I looked hot.
... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 17 days ago
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Descriptive terms
for excusing germs
ate at our collective
societal “learns”,
whilst doing nowt
for terrible yearns.... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 17 days ago
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Hey!
Hey…
What have you done today?
Where have you been?
And tell me, who have you seen?
When I look in your eyes,
I know –
I know...
...you’ve been sat here,
talking to ghosts.
I, I can see.
All that you want to do is talk
to me
and... – by H. Lock | 3 Views added 19 days ago
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When I was young,
I had such hunger -
searching for meaning,
reading and dreaming.
II shone so bright.
No time for spite.
Now I am old,
I am much colder ...
too tired for dreaming –
just silent screaming
I miss that child.
He made... – by H. Lock | 4 Views added 19 days ago
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Jesus it’s hot.
I’m burned to a crisp.
Feels a bit demanding
to be asked to even think.
Don’t want to speak,
or flick out a limb –
Just lie back and calmly let the
sunlight really bake me.
Such a sunny day.
Burn my worries away.
... – by H. Lock | 10 Views added 19 days ago
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The light of your eyes
soothes me -
keeps me from fear.
Keeps me from worry.
Calms and assures.
But you, don’t take care of what you need to –
no relief.
I don’t know what you feel,
I just hope that you can breathe.
The warmth of your... – by Charles. | 3 Views added 19 days ago
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Atoms never touch,
which explains
why no-one
has ever
touched me.
Apart from you.
A “super collider”
with something
inside ya
that has
touched me.
A sense of... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 19 days ago
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Forgive me, Father,
for what I have done -
and what I have failed to do.
Forgive me, Mother,
for trying to run -
so far and fast away from you.
Forgive me, Brother,
for carelessness accrued -
I never truly showed you love.
Forgive... – by H. Lock | 4 Views added 20 days ago
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I watch.
I wait.
Stoutly.
But less hasty.
For in that recess -
The place where darkness reigns
I hear the spoken, choral sounds of
NOTHING.
It never abates.
Never empties.
Doesn’t give quarter on any front
despite all the books
... – by H. Lock | 1 View added 20 days ago
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Even though
you've given me
a glimpse of love,
(and I DO know
it could
never
be)
I
still
don't
think
that love’s
for me.
Even... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 20 days ago
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A terrible thing.
A dark un-linking.
A worried worry of
words that steep like
kefir and kvass
between what sings.
Good for the gut.
Bad for the mind.... – by H. Lock. | 6 Views added 20 days ago
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But I know
But I know
But I... – by RIVERSIDE | 3 Views added 20 days ago
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I’ll be back.
Very soon.
Cap that fact.
Fireball.
Mushroom.
Like Jumpman,
I might change my name,
or display
a different
“Fox tail” for the plays,
but I’m still crazy for
Daisy
or
Peach…
depending on which
castle I... – by H. Lock. | 7 Views added 20 days ago
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I walked around my “local” charity shops
to find a book that took my fancy.
(Buckhurst Hill has no “second hand news”.
It’s too concerned with well stocked pantries.)
So, into South Woodford I stumbled.
(A respite for Thais,
who have... – by Xavier. | 13 Views added 20 days ago
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All the odds
evenly spaced
pleasing
as fuck
a shame
of the... – by Xavier. | 6 Views added 20 days ago
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I that you think that there is only me and ”her”,
and you’re right.
You’re accurate.
It is “a true”.
But you forget that I never cried whilst holding anyone other than you.
If I could have chosen the perfect person,
the vessel,
the... – by Charles. | 20 Views added 22 days ago
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Braggot.
Faggot.
Beer and mead.
An organ-meat collation, with gravy to lead.... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 22 days ago
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Here’s a terrifying truth:
I don’t remember.
I NEVER do.
Your face,
your name,
the way that you dress -
all fade as I try
to grasp,
to contest.
When I was a child
I crossed a bend too quickly
without checking
if it was... – by Charles. | 9 Views added 22 days ago
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MY LIFE RULES
Be cool.
Take off your shoes.
Put both seats down,
and try not to be a tool.
Always cheers after each new drink
and check to see if the convo sinks
when you repeatedly ask
“are you okay?” -
and don’t take them to... – by H. Lock | 4 Views added 23 days ago
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Prom.
Porm.
Poem.
Eon.
Whatever the form,
it’s always me,
on
a quest
to find
the perfect way
to wish you well…
to wrest
to try
to punch your arm
to squeeze you tight
to talk til moments move from day to night…
A... – by H. Lock | 3 Views added 23 days ago
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I started to write a poem,
and then I stopped.
I stopped,
because the use of ART
to express emotion
diminishes the truth
of how I feel.
It’s a falsehood -
a facade…
an unconvincing,
anodyne version
of what I actually want to reveal
... – by H. Lock. | 4 Views added 23 days ago
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Captain.
Tell me what to do.
I’m lost.
Waiting for you.
The sub has sunk.
It’s getting dark.
The cephalopods are wrapping
themselves around the... – by Jules Burn. | 12 Views added 23 days ago
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I am cold.
A little hungry.
It doesn’t matter.
I am tired.
Time to bung me
a fish in batter.
Chipper chips.
Mushy peas.
A can of Fanta.
An egg.
An onion.
Vinegar staining the... – by H. Lock. | 9 Views added 23 days ago
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“Old friend.”
That’s the term.
I forgot that I’ve known you for minutes,
because I feel that it’s been as
long as I’ve known how to
tie my laces,
or properly know how to discern
the difference between
the “show” and
the revelation
... – by H. Lock. | 9 Views added 23 days ago
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If you ask the long-haired metal fool,
she’ll tell you one possible version of the truth.
She knows the way to break on through.
As do you.
As do I.
An obvious ‘s cool.
You left it in the CD’s eye.
“Oh no! How did that get... – by Hemlock. | 13 Views added 23 days ago
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I can’t sleep.
I am wake.
Sun is dead.
Moon is... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 24 days ago
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I retreat.
Back into my shell.
Like a snail,
whose feelers have been tapped
by a passing leaf.
But I don’t dwell.
That’s the purview of slugs.
Those
lazy
passive things.... – by H. Lock | 10 Views added 24 days ago
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I love you.
That’s a start.
I love you,
and I miss you.
I miss your art.
I miss your face.
I smell your scent when I can’t
sleep.
A stuffed toy,
held in a tight embrace.
It broke my heart
when I said goodbye,
so I... – by Hemlock. | 9 Views added 24 days ago
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Five oh five
Fifth of the fifth
The day after the light
When we celebrate Sith... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 26 days ago
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Come out.
Stop being silly.
You can’t hide forever.
I won’t.
I’m not.
I can.
Okay.
Then I will too.
Show me carpet heather.
Fine.
Alright.
Silly... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 27 days ago
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When I was old
and you were young,
just with our eyes
real love was lain.
When you are old
and I am dead,
when only mem’ries -
fleeting remain;
will you remember,
with a rose-tinted lament
what we wanted,
what we promised,
what it... – by H. Lock. | 7 Views added 27 days ago
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The root
is Latin,
as many words are -
but the obsess,
like an abscess,
festers
and pressures.
No diamond from coal -
just pain from... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 27 days ago
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The problem is
that when you know
that there are a
finite
number
of
options,
it makes your current
choice
rather redundant.
Grains of rice,
exponentially
and
mathematically
increased -
a great example
of
... – by H. Lock | 2 Views added 27 days ago
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I like it when people are nice.
I like it when people are kind.
I like it when people realise that the very most
important thing
of ALL,
out of EVERYTHING
in their lives -
of their LIFE,
forever
and
together
ALL OF THE TIME...
ALL ... – by H. Lock | 2 Views added 27 days ago
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We shared
cigarettes,
we shared
coffee cups.
A strange collision of
lips and butts -
proof forever
that our skin
once had touched,
(three times in fact;
once for each smoke,
and once for the drink -
an equal balance of
... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 27 days ago
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Oil is youth -
“Extra-virgin”,
“Peppery”,
“Slipp’ry”,
and green.
A livid lipid
that’s difficult to grasp,
and seeps
into
the broken... – by H. Lock | 2 Views added 27 days ago
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For you,
I cut myself quite deeply,
far more
than I first had intended -
in the hope that as I healed
(black thoughts concealed)
that the flesh like in dreams,
would be drawn tight -
fixation concealed.
Forever together.
But we never... – by H. Lock | 2 Views added 27 days ago
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I am in a pub
with Churchill on the wall.
This place was his manor,
and this manna my fall.
It seems that as much as I try,
his Black Dog still haunts me -
teenage angst recalled,
and “Keep Buggering On”,
despite the best of intentions -... – by H. Lock | 1 View added 27 days ago
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I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to say.
I used to think I had the answer.
A joke.
A quip.
A distraction.
A play.
I don’t.
I can’t.
I won’t
COPE -
not tonight.
And, the best I can give..?
Speak to people
... – by H. Lock | 3 Views added 27 days ago
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Don’t worry.
Everything you think,
that “people” think,
that people think,
That People, think.
That?
Think.
Ah yes.
People.
I was made to realise many years ago that my own form of madness and instability of speech and lack of... – by H. Lock | 7 Views added 28 days ago
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I walked about a lot today.
I passed by places I used to know, with the ghosts of misspent ways softly calling out my name.
I thought about the times we spent running in hard rain, and eating too-hot chips before the curry sauce had them... – by H. Lock. | 6 Views added 28 days ago
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When I was young,
and didn’t understand
how things were,
I held out my hand
to a butterfly with sparkling wings.
It settled in my palm
seeking shelter from the wind.
I saw its beauty.
I felt its warmth.
I knew where it had been
I... – by H. Lock. | 5 Views added 28 days ago
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In the end,
we’re only ever searching
For a knowing nod or wink
For a little something to keep us
From that awful, howling brink.
Just one nod to tell us that, yes,
“Ev-ry-fing is fine”
Just one look (make a note now)
of hope, filled... – by H. Lock. | 15 Views added 28 days ago
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My grandfather died from eating wild mushrooms.
So I guess that “be careful what you do”
is the morel of this story.
He was such a fun... – by H. Lock. | 7 Views added 28 days ago
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I like charity shops because I can see:
A collection of naked Barbie dolls
Unashamed
In a bin
For only 50p
Your grandfather’s suit
Worn once
Some gravy on the sleeve
A hole burnt from the last time he remembered who he…
The rest is... – by H. Lock. | 6 Views added 28 days ago
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Beetles are AMAZING.
They look like a tank.
And they can FLY.
THEY CAN FLY!!!!!!!!!!!
:0
(Some of them even spray a powerful fluid
that stings the eyes.)
I like beetles.
They’re very communal.
But there’s still a solitary... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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Our link feels aeons old,
yet brief -
and to get to know you
just a bit
is an honour
I had never expected to receive.
I wish I was there to hear your thoughts,
but I do not grieve.
I feel no defeat.
Instead,
I look forward
to... – by H. Lock. | 4 Views added 28 days ago
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Dear Peter,
Tomorrow is yours.
An inconvenience store.
I’m in a pub with tears in my eyes,
beer in my stomach,
and pork scratchings in my teeth
(those unconventional communion wafers), and my breath is oh so,
oh so,
OH
so slow.
A... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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I have learned
not to
squeeze too tight
because it hurts,
but I do it still
because I am never quite sure
if I am asleep
and you are a dream,
or worse -
that you are real;
and one day
all I will have
is the memory of you,
... – by H. Lock. | 4 Views added 28 days ago
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Warren Harding.
Good looking guy.
He was in the oval for three days.
And he wrote on a note:
“I am not fit to be president.
This job is too hard.”
And then, he takes a train trip, eats bad lobster, and dies.
It would have been... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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I know the way I play Tetris gives you panic attacks,
but I’m through trying to make you
feel calm
with your rules.
When it’s black.
It’s black.
And the space on the side.
Really helps me relax.... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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2:09
Face illuminated by blue light
A minute to write
2:10
Another minute then
a poem?
... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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Without sleep,
and with no rest,
I degrade and
dissipate -
a fade
... – by H. Lock. | 3 Views added 28 days ago
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“I saw that face again”,
I hear you say.
“It’s always the same -
there’s something wrong
with his eyes.
They’ve turned... – by H. Lock | 5 Views added 28 days ago
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May the Fourth
be with you
today.
“Look over there!”
a Scouser
says.
An electric pan
used by the
Chinese -
An “e-Wok” of sorts,
the end, or
so it... – by G. Lucas. | 2 Views added 28 days ago
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Go away.
Leave me alone.
I don’t want you to read my thoughts or poems
if you and I aren’t known
to each other.
“K, ‘Bro?’”
“What? You thrown?”
“Or did you think all this was undercover?”
No?
Ah…
Let me put it in a... – by YOUR FAT ASS MOMMA. | 14 Views added 28 days ago
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Even before I knew,
I knew.
It's not a loss of thought, but a confusion -
a trip down 'memory lame'.
You jostle and you nudge,
and you
shake
and you swear,
and you read every piece
of literature whilst preparing to prepare.
Preparing... – by SWIFT | 6 Views added 29 days ago
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I am so very lonely, all of the time.
I wake alone.
I sleep alone.
I drink alone.
I eat alone.
I walk alone.
I talk, alone.
I am housed,
but within no home.
It’s like the thing of:
“Where do you stay?
Where do you live?
Where are... – by SWIFT | 5 Views added 29 days ago
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I have an Autism hammer,
and the world is full of Autistic nails.
Most are confused, certainly -
some know that they’re (Fe)males.
An iron-clad proof that words
mean more
than meaning,
and that we’re all
feral
(or at least ferrous)
... – by SWIFT | 9 Views added 1 month ago
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I like bottles of beer.
It’s the feel
of the rim,
and the reveal from... – by SWIFT | 7 Views added 4 months ago
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Do you remember
That time
When those guys
from the other side of the line
tried to chase us for miles
because you said that you used to have his Mum on speed dial...
How fast we ran.
How long.
We were strong
and full of the sense that... – by Swift | 13 Views added 4 months ago
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This is what I don’t quite get.
It sounds like I could send you a poem and it would be fine no matter what I said.
Even though there is no difference between my poem and my poem.
So it must be received…
how..?
A ponder for me. ... – by SWIFT | 8 Views added 4 months ago
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Hello love.
Are you alright?
Do you still wake up,
with no choice
in the middle..?
Hello love.
Are you alright?
Do you still hope to be rescued
by a fully armoured, “shining”..?
Hello love.
It’s alright.
I’ll see you again.
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I go to a pub.
It’s a nice pub.
In fact - it’s great.
It’s massive and cool and the barmaids
aren’t on the take.
I talk and flirt
and peacock my shirt
and we speak for much longer
than the expected “curt” -
that “difficult to... – by SWIFT | 7 Views added 4 months ago
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Dear Captain,
Have you opened the card yet?
Have you slipped your fingers inside and under -
feeling the resistance
and the excitement
in the same moment?
I wish I was there to steady your hand,
as you always steadied mine,
whilst... – by SWIFT | 17 Views added 4 months ago
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Cubitum eamus..?
What?
(Would you?
/
Will you?
/
Can you?
/
Should you?
/
Have you already conceived it?
/
Already
played out
the carefully studied response
that took more effort
than was ever planned
to plan
to just
be in
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Hoodies are great.
They keep you warm.
They help you relate.
They cover your face when you don’t want be seen.
40 degrees.
Cleaned.
In a washing machine.
I like the strings that blinker the world.
I like the comfort from... – by SWIFT | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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Today I walked a lot.
I passed a boy with a camera.
And a girl.
I took pictures with my phone.
Some were good.
Most were churlish impressions
of what could be best described as
an attempt to capture
something that I knew would
... – by SWIFT | 11 Views added 10 months ago
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