Pervasiveness and lack of a back spine,
Dust still collects around dead things.
Only frustration and disappointment;
Country flag flies and waves
lush green and bright white,
Yet I feel little to no pride in it.
Home like...🤔
...home like tell nobody
when you are coming and leaving.
Prayer hands in large congregations
Lacks action for reformation.
Mouth mutters my neighbour dey do me.
My uncle says,
"do your own first before you think of coming.
In fact...
In fact it's not worth your strength (bring me away from this place)." 😞
Frustration and disappointment like...
Like bitter leaves that bite deep into my lower lip leavin
For the girl from Nottingham by jasaus1, literature
Literature
For the girl from Nottingham
It's closing time but the matter at hand is just beginning. I submit to you, for your viewing and knowing, that I have been pressed like oranges from the mangrove, under pressure from a seated loneliness and an encompassing desire for the flesh of my flesh. Though, it be an all natural feeling, this desire lacked self control fumbling the line between addiction and dependence. I have been pressed on all sides by this lustfulness like the marble hands of Pluto seizing hold of Proserpina abducting her to Hades --deep depths of depression. Why? With each bouts of lust satisfied by the acts of self pleasure, it stole away time and doors of opportunities, windows of opportunities, pockets of opportunities till all I had to myself was darkness --alone and hidden in secret. Each satisfaction demanded more stimulation till glances at the female kind inclined to thoughts of quenching my thirst. I was dying of thirst - each look at a woman drank in and caressed her shape-fullness: the
I recall threads that I would pull
To see where they would go.
I would oftentimes follow along the line
See where the idea will me be.
Will it be to ride my bike on a
Whim at 47 past 2 early in the
Morning?
Will it be skip town, jump a train,
Find myself in Venice?
Florence, Belarus,
Alemania's winds - each to its own.
Sometimes,
It wills me to pick up the
phone, dial the number I have
memorised off the top of my head.
Pray on the 8th ring...will you pick up?
Sometimes, sometimes...
it wills me be a stranger
to all I know, say a friendly goodbye
To all I know; hold a closed casket whatchamacallit to...
All right, ladies and gentlemen we ar
sadness and loneliness
is as whisky on my dresser,
always ready to be drunk,
to take me places,
dark and terrible.
loud silence; deadly.
it seems to consume me
yet my happiness stays sstrong.
sadness and loneliness overwhelms me.
floods through
each crevice within me.
runs through like a cold shiver
down my spinal cord,
like chilled rum.
it tears through.
but my joy trys
to stay stro...
Night and Day + a little more by jasaus1, literature
Literature
Night and Day + a little more
The bitter cold of winter
Seeps through a drunkard's soul,
Creeping through inner darkness,
Gnawing at his bones.
A cover of snow for warmth,
A harsh sky for shelter.
The drunkard neither stirs
Nor shifts but lays on the bricks
Stiff.
The morning after,
The sun's rays shines
Through dreary clouds;
Calm, collected and composed,
It reaches forth.
Warm tendrils reach the bricks
Bringing life to drunkard's cheeks.
He stirs and shakes off snow
and is greeted with Boreas blow.
A night and day in a drunkard's life
Are consequence of a life now past.
Find meaning where it lays
Find understanding where it hides.
Thieves and lime
This last li
Start it up!
Start it up!
The inspiration machine!
Give me a muse, give me some
More time on my wristwatch;
24 hours is never enough;
An extra 2 will do me well
and see me well to the next day.
Today is mine, tomorrow too.
No more waiting in line
For coffee in your local café.
Today I'll find me a Star:
divorce,
and out of her make a quick Buck,
...Or two.
Maybe today I'll win
with whistles and bells,
12 piece orchestra,
With trumpets
for great swells,
as I crash through the finish line
In a '82 Delorean.
Today is mine, tomorrow too.
Left the past in the past,
As it is and forever was.
I'll master this future,
Present it on silve
The devil is in the storm
whilst my God lies asleep onboard
this boat.
I merely stand;
Watch the storm:
grey, dark clouds hiss and spit rain,
genuine lightning strikes and thunder rolls to and fro
like a fucking metronome.
---
Now he wakes and the flock sees;
Jesus walks, now he talks
And silences what could've been the
perfect storm.
There is a blossoming feeling by jasaus1, literature
Literature
There is a blossoming feeling
There is a blossoming feeling in my heart;
like flowers in spring it shoots up,
reaching for the warmth it feels on the surface;
with its little tendrils, it feels its way
through the earth reaching for the warmth on the surface.
In time it will open up and show
true its colours, dark and bright,
melancholic, alcoholic sort of colours
iridescentally it will open up.
Wait for it, you waited years for it to come forth,
wait a day, a week, a month more.
Even if it sprinkles with rain and snow falls,
even if the sun shines harshly down onto its closed buds,
keep the faith;
Seasons may pass but keep the faith.
...wait for that moment;
when pick
Pervasiveness and lack of a back spine,
Dust still collects around dead things.
Only frustration and disappointment;
Country flag flies and waves
lush green and bright white,
Yet I feel little to no pride in it.
Home like...🤔
...home like tell nobody
when you are coming and leaving.
Prayer hands in large congregations
Lacks action for reformation.
Mouth mutters my neighbour dey do me.
My uncle says,
"do your own first before you think of coming.
In fact...
In fact it's not worth your strength (bring me away from this place)." 😞
Frustration and disappointment like...
Like bitter leaves that bite deep into my lower lip leavin
For the girl from Nottingham by jasaus1, literature
Literature
For the girl from Nottingham
It's closing time but the matter at hand is just beginning. I submit to you, for your viewing and knowing, that I have been pressed like oranges from the mangrove, under pressure from a seated loneliness and an encompassing desire for the flesh of my flesh. Though, it be an all natural feeling, this desire lacked self control fumbling the line between addiction and dependence. I have been pressed on all sides by this lustfulness like the marble hands of Pluto seizing hold of Proserpina abducting her to Hades --deep depths of depression. Why? With each bouts of lust satisfied by the acts of self pleasure, it stole away time and doors of opportunities, windows of opportunities, pockets of opportunities till all I had to myself was darkness --alone and hidden in secret. Each satisfaction demanded more stimulation till glances at the female kind inclined to thoughts of quenching my thirst. I was dying of thirst - each look at a woman drank in and caressed her shape-fullness: the
I recall threads that I would pull
To see where they would go.
I would oftentimes follow along the line
See where the idea will me be.
Will it be to ride my bike on a
Whim at 47 past 2 early in the
Morning?
Will it be skip town, jump a train,
Find myself in Venice?
Florence, Belarus,
Alemania's winds - each to its own.
Sometimes,
It wills me to pick up the
phone, dial the number I have
memorised off the top of my head.
Pray on the 8th ring...will you pick up?
Sometimes, sometimes...
it wills me be a stranger
to all I know, say a friendly goodbye
To all I know; hold a closed casket whatchamacallit to...
All right, ladies and gentlemen we ar
sadness and loneliness
is as whisky on my dresser,
always ready to be drunk,
to take me places,
dark and terrible.
loud silence; deadly.
it seems to consume me
yet my happiness stays sstrong.
sadness and loneliness overwhelms me.
floods through
each crevice within me.
runs through like a cold shiver
down my spinal cord,
like chilled rum.
it tears through.
but my joy trys
to stay stro...
Night and Day + a little more by jasaus1, literature
Literature
Night and Day + a little more
The bitter cold of winter
Seeps through a drunkard's soul,
Creeping through inner darkness,
Gnawing at his bones.
A cover of snow for warmth,
A harsh sky for shelter.
The drunkard neither stirs
Nor shifts but lays on the bricks
Stiff.
The morning after,
The sun's rays shines
Through dreary clouds;
Calm, collected and composed,
It reaches forth.
Warm tendrils reach the bricks
Bringing life to drunkard's cheeks.
He stirs and shakes off snow
and is greeted with Boreas blow.
A night and day in a drunkard's life
Are consequence of a life now past.
Find meaning where it lays
Find understanding where it hides.
Thieves and lime
This last li
Start it up!
Start it up!
The inspiration machine!
Give me a muse, give me some
More time on my wristwatch;
24 hours is never enough;
An extra 2 will do me well
and see me well to the next day.
Today is mine, tomorrow too.
No more waiting in line
For coffee in your local café.
Today I'll find me a Star:
divorce,
and out of her make a quick Buck,
...Or two.
Maybe today I'll win
with whistles and bells,
12 piece orchestra,
With trumpets
for great swells,
as I crash through the finish line
In a '82 Delorean.
Today is mine, tomorrow too.
Left the past in the past,
As it is and forever was.
I'll master this future,
Present it on silve
The devil is in the storm
whilst my God lies asleep onboard
this boat.
I merely stand;
Watch the storm:
grey, dark clouds hiss and spit rain,
genuine lightning strikes and thunder rolls to and fro
like a fucking metronome.
---
Now he wakes and the flock sees;
Jesus walks, now he talks
And silences what could've been the
perfect storm.
There is a blossoming feeling by jasaus1, literature
Literature
There is a blossoming feeling
There is a blossoming feeling in my heart;
like flowers in spring it shoots up,
reaching for the warmth it feels on the surface;
with its little tendrils, it feels its way
through the earth reaching for the warmth on the surface.
In time it will open up and show
true its colours, dark and bright,
melancholic, alcoholic sort of colours
iridescentally it will open up.
Wait for it, you waited years for it to come forth,
wait a day, a week, a month more.
Even if it sprinkles with rain and snow falls,
even if the sun shines harshly down onto its closed buds,
keep the faith;
Seasons may pass but keep the faith.
...wait for that moment;
when pick
For the girl from Nottingham by jasaus1, literature
Literature
For the girl from Nottingham
It's closing time but the matter at hand is just beginning. I submit to you, for your viewing and knowing, that I have been pressed like oranges from the mangrove, under pressure from a seated loneliness and an encompassing desire for the flesh of my flesh. Though, it be an all natural feeling, this desire lacked self control fumbling the line between addiction and dependence. I have been pressed on all sides by this lustfulness like the marble hands of Pluto seizing hold of Proserpina abducting her to Hades --deep depths of depression. Why? With each bouts of lust satisfied by the acts of self pleasure, it stole away time and doors of opportunities, windows of opportunities, pockets of opportunities till all I had to myself was darkness --alone and hidden in secret. Each satisfaction demanded more stimulation till glances at the female kind inclined to thoughts of quenching my thirst. I was dying of thirst - each look at a woman drank in and caressed her shape-fullness: the
One, two, three, four
Drink, drink, drink some more
Drink until you can’t stand tall
Drink well after you had your 5th fall
One, two, three, four
Drink, drink, drink some more
Beer, vodka, whiskey - scotch
Neat and straight, or on the rocks
One, two, three, four
Drink, drink, drink some more
Drink with friends, or drink alone
Drink until you hit the floor
One, two three, four
Drink, drink, drink some more
Headache, heartache, get some bottles
Drink enough to drown your problems
Four, three, two, one
Last call before you’re done
Now you have to face the world
More fucked up than you were before
One, two, three, four
You got le
Every day is a
struggle to be yourself...
Every cloud puts a
strain on your mental health...
You stand upon a
pile of shrinking wealth.
But you don't have to fall
into a dry summer-
the harshest of winters
are why we enjoy Spring.
Maybe pain means more
than pointless consequence...
Maybe loss is more
than a coincidence...
You wonder if more
hope lies in providence.
And you don't have to fall
into a lack of faith-
the purest peaceful place
is the eye of a storm.
You were told that these
clouds have silver linings...
You were told that these
shadows define lightings...
You expect some truth
in all of your findings.
So you don't have
Poetry Contest ~ The Best of You ~ Last Day! by Live-Love-Write, journal
Poetry Contest ~ The Best of You ~ Last Day!
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Live-Love-Write Poetry Contest by Writers--club, journal
Live-Love-Write Poetry Contest
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