thank
You

all of you

who help
make me happy to
feel alive

thank You

all of You

who take the time
to look through these
eyes

thank You

all of you

who listen
asking
wanting
to get to know my core

you make it
extremely hard
to hate you since

the pain gets derailed
as trained
when I look at you and
I am no longer sore

thank You

all of you

for
giving me time
from your life
to read my mind

thank You

I cannot think
of two better words

to provide
as I

thank
You

thank You!

MzEm
2KM
jimz
ainjel
gossip

and everyone else who reads and writes poetry here
and shares their pics, their minds and their words

thank You!

i slash the wind

pen after pen


too open

much

too many





i dabbled a do

I ramble with you


each time

you cure

my venting





i talk hear and think


ink after ink


how art

is this

I am doing



I ramble to you



you do what you do



the paper captures


our feelings

let me show you a place where girls are so scared
they are not aware of good morales

they will settle for nothing less than
hundreds of dollars


if you toss change

they flash fangs



whores

more hard up than
the men who can't hang



this is what men do when
they want to get drained

winging its burning flame

freeing the pilot..

down go da plane!

with or without alcohol to blame

its more of a sex game by these
wild dames

bringing me back to this vampire sting

these tramps
morph into vamps
sucking
doing a great job

old men

seducing abusing
using legally

the two oldest teens

slobbering all over
grandpas friends knobs

business men

politicians

priests

even cops

a vampress
without a mattress
in a booth on your--

dime a dozen

single?

enganged?

hunsbands?

it makes no difference
then a chemist
mixing their experiments
with what they got

these sick men
blow more then snot
in their hankeys

wee willying their wankies

ruthless jankies

those bad girls
getting spankings

squeezing mans
second brain

blowing their minds

egos out the windows

paid for by them
who are looking at
a place for what they want
that they could not get
as convenient as this

this is their temporary happiness
wrapped in flammable guilt

fragged by bliss

inside a dark room
filled with doom
a miss dressed nakedness

tombed with perfumes

these girls jobs make them
weak

in their knees
shatter
their glass morales

a place where wolves
go when they want to
prowl
on the
howl
as they growl on a
low self-esteemed female

a nasty smell
of cigs
alchohol
and men knee'd
squirts and stains

scars on the brain

diseaseseses

one track trains

train facing
train

some of these girls
mommies
who live as mummies

zombies
on red bull

evil

wicked

sways

torturing themselves
in this dungeon

and dragons
role they play

blood thirsty
money hungry

head on
collisions

haunted by this life

they cannot afford
a healthier living


living in n out
and in n out
and in n out
of older mens dreams

I know this is brash
for cash
two diseased

I'm done with you



I cannot outrun you



I tried to die


(happily) denied


Came back to life


Alive (evil Grin)


trying hard to survive



Mentally (draining me)

Physically (hating me)

Virtually (raging seen)



(unfun) suprised



I am one life



and this is all

as all (within)


alive


arrived
I am

in search of
fonder happier
days for rent

the conclusion
of Ebenezer
when
he see's' his life
had been

depressing

learning his lesson

i am guessin
that could be me

now and then
most often when
i am not laughin

only one as am
I am lonely

the
longer
I wait
on E

the more
I hate
all she's


the less drive
to escape my
fake as he

this he
now me

sold out

out of this world;



In-
visible


in another word;


In-
vincible

Abra
KC

Great Tribute!

dressed to my best

shaved

feeling my face
at the bar

talking to this girl

Some guy blew a kiss to

she winks

I down my drink

becomming the jealous type

hands tranform into
fists ready to fight

read in the face,

"not a good night!"

shoulders tense
when she ignites

into what is hawt

fummed?

i'm boiling!

steam shoots from my ears

you can see my chest beating
more than anything
at this point

me mean mugging

unloving
filled with hate

as if i am the one
right now being played

looking like a fool

a DAMN FOUL

where a flirtier flirt
catches her skirt

I drink another drink

beating the hell out of me

mad as can be
where all can see

half my heart

on both of
my sleeves

good write MzEm!

made me smile

welcome to mingle

nice write!

we have our ups
we have our downs

we have those moments
that spin us around

loud n clear

mute from sound

we have those moments
that spin us around

up n down

mute or sound

we treasure whats up
when life brings us down

we have our ups
when were not down

we all spin around

this common ground

give me your hand

let me feel a life again

take this heart
out of this body of tin

PRY HERE
to prior knowledge
impress me

can open this head

dont let me be

d

4

t

c

he one way
falls down
rabbit holes
holding on by
bare claws

a darker side
of the moon
in awws

he jaws

i am out of luck
scared to rest

done
guaging this test
hating my zest

rehating rehearsing
pain that these
words bring

i dont apologize

Im saving that
for the nice guys

shifty insecure eyes

those who wallow around
clipt
strung out by neckties

what a stiff life
for a rich guy
who lacks fun
all unsuprised

makes me glad
those are no longer
these eyes

I sigh

a life

goodnight d4

re:see you to sorrow

outplayed

underscored

This is not
what I had
in mind when I
wanted

to

not

write

this poem.

Cousin
you were once
happy minded.

I look at this
hate and no
pain carries
any less weight
in these days.

You could do
whatever
you wanted.

You had all the
confidence in the world.

Until you fell in love
with that girl.

I see a different man.

A less vivid man.

A saddened feeling
he had when
freedom was his choice.

intrigued by a man
who looks at her
forcing his voice
with your angry face.

to me it seems
extremely unrelaxed
dead minded unnecessary.

you have a curfew.
She tells you what to do.

You used to feel bomb.
now all it is is blue.

I remember listening to
you and you had all
the great ideas for us.

Now every other word
is poison deep in
shallow minded cuss.

We used to have this
bond where our wallets
treated us.

Now you think you
are a man because
you love to flex
and cuss.

what happen to that
bond where we used
to have that love.

That love you knew
you didnt have to say
when we had eachothers
BACK.

funny how we FRONT.

I get high.
Your a drunk.

I am grumpy.
Your a punk.

We do this thing
where neither of us want.

Anything.

Crinkling our eyebrows
in frustration.

I know you see me and I
see you and our angry faces.

why do we run around
with these untied laces?

this is not safe
or healthy
for any family.

Damn it we
should reconcile.

I remember those
happyier times
when we used
to have smiles.

I miss those days.

Our happy phase.

Powerfully blunt I like your style Isaac

My homie lives in the barrio!

Great Write

Thank You Tammy!

and

MisKim

Confidence is the key
she said

Only she hasn't told
me what it would unlock

the key is nice
now whats it unlock?

she said,

the key is the action
where the lock is the talk

In in ah-ha
I open my mouth
while I walk

pacing back
to and fro

kitchen
to living room
to kitchen
back into the
living room
to kitchen

I am getting
nowhere

I am talking
to me outloud

standing taller
the more I walk

the more I talk

the more I
embrace proud

I say,

but what If
I have the key
and she
has the lock

she says,

less walk
more talk

from kitchen
to living room
to bedroom
I am getting
somewhere

less talk
more walk

I ask her,

If I have lock
and she has the key
does that mean
she will take
my confidence from me?

she replied,

you overanalyze things

just insert this key
in it's lock and give
it a turn

something you just
have to try in order
to learn

I say,

thank you
great
great
great
great
great
GREAT
grandma

You always know
how to make me feel
more knowledgable

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss your replies. Thank you MisKim.


You just inspired me to write another one today

Passion, feels like
something to remember


a tree before
"timber!"


Passion

the heat hottied embers
that make her quiver

a thing of the past when
those moments of joy
no longer exist

sitting on the pot
to rot stuck

Danny Glover
tied to a bomb

a lethal weap

kept

under

used


f u c k e d


the great love
hate relation

s h i t


you turned into that
so called;


d i c k


she learned to be that
ho called;


b i t c h


neither one call

leaving both deceiving

no feeling to scratch
an otherwise awkward itch

the clock "ticks"

luck is like
life

as life
is like passion

b i t c h i n g
her out

d i c k i n g
me down

the passion
crashing
when one
hits

the ground

Thank You for the replies

Tammy
Sherrie
Kim
Jimz
bohemianbugeater
&
Mirror