Homeless Eyes

Cover image for post Fade Away , by Rocket

Rocket in Words

39 reads

Fade Away

Eyes green, hair blonde, skintight and makeup on,

Wild, free, still naive, never going to happen to me,

Drunken nights, unsure, endless fights, insecure,

Dark days, hidden face, out of place and in a haze,

Endless nights, numbing pain, there's nothing left to say,

Eyes gray, fade away, hair thin, thin skin,

Despondent and caged, life blurs, quickly aged,

Puncture.

Mavia in Words

41 reads

Driving Home

the fast hiss

or slow sigh

from the map

or the tire,

on a whim,

is misnamed

.........Escape

.......................

grounding itself,

prostrate, clawed,

and towed against

the universal will...

leveled, when all that

can be placed, is,

atmospherical;

the w/hole

was there,

.........dually

....................

uninterpreted

mishmash in Words

15 reads

Flower Child With Spike (Explicit)

well i'm a gentleman working

in the garden of love

i lay down in the dirt

if someone gives me a shove

but i'm sick of this scene

such a nice young man

spreadin' seeds on my knees

gettin' down with my hand

i stay up all night

playin' games with my dolls

tryin' to get them to move

climbin' up the fuckin' walls

I'M AT A JUNCTURE!

IF I DON'T LOSE THIS SNAKE

I'M GONNA RUPTURE!

IF I DON'T PENETRATE

I'M GONNA PUNCTURE!

just give me a break

fore i lose my mind

and go fuckin' insane

all the girls in my life

they got vinyl skin

if someone saw what i do

they'd say a prayer for my sins

i got a handful of roses

for my blow-up squeeze

i'm gonna use this thorn

to get a fuckin' wheeze

I'M AT A JUNCTURE!

IF I DON'T LOSE THIS SNAKE

I'M GONNA RUPTURE!

IF I DON'T PENETRATE

I'M GONNA PUNCTURE!

just give me a break

fore i lose my mind

and go fuckin' insane

22 reads

tiny nettle

made me tingle

awakening my feelings

got under my skin

I itched for you

scratched into the night

burning bloody raw

tormented

then forgotten

till you festered up

swarming my blood

with heat fever infected

oozing tacky pus

now I am

forever

contaminated

EvanA in Words

20 reads

Sharpshooter

The sun was high about mid-afternoon, and my back was starting to hurt because of the long ride on my horse. It's hard trying to find someplace new. Just over the horizon, I see a tall church and a water tower. I hope this town is better than the last. I ride into town. It's small and not really what I'm used to but it´ll do fine. Everything in this town is on one big dirt road: a church, jail, general store, and a saloon. The saloon looks rundown yet lively, there’s music and people yelling just my kind of place. I push open the door and I’m hit with the stench of smoke and hard liquor. Poker tables line the walls where guys are lining up to play. Every table is full and flipped tables and chairs block the path to the bar. I maneuver around the overturned tables and chairs to the bar, it’s cleaner than I expected it to be in a shaggy place like this. I ring the bell and an older gentleman comes limping out of the back. He has a thick white mustache and a bald spot on his head.

“What can I get you, sir?” He asks I look up at the wall with all the liquor.

“I’ll take some whiskey,” I say

“Coming right up.” He ducks under the counter and grabs a glass and starts to fill it.

“Oh I meant the bottle, I’ll take the bottle,” I say. He seemed a little surprised but he handed it over.

“Do you by any chance know where I could get a room”

“Why absolutely, we have rooms upstairs you can get room 5,” He says, “Upstairs straight down the hall.”

I take the whiskey bottle and head up the stairs. I wobble down the hall and open the door. It smells like smoke, it’s a small room with a bed in the corner, a coat rack, and a side table by the bed. I walk over to the coat rack and take off my hat and gun belt, I walk over to the bed and jump on the mattress, it molded to my back and it feels great on my back I begin to shut my eyes. I awake to the sound of gunfire outside. I hop out of bed it’s now dark and I can’t see a thing anymore. I feel for the wall and follow it to the coat rack. I grab my gun belt and put it on. I look out the window, the road illuminated by the midnight sky and the flash of burning gunpowder. I head for the door and as I’m about to turn the handle I hear voices outside the door. I put my back against the wall next to the door jam waiting, a shot goes off and the door flies open. Two men run into the room which is now being lit up by the hall light. Both men are built one taller than the other. I draw my revolver and walk in front of the door.

“Okay, fellas what’re we doing in my room,” I yell

“Well well, why don’t you just scram,” the taller guy said with a little fear in his voice, their facial features looked almost identical like brothers.

“You trying to rob me?” I ask.

“Course we are, why do you think we’re here,” they say, “I wouldn’t mess with us boy, we're in the Goodman gang.”

“That supposed to mean something to me?” I reply I ain’t too sure what the Goodman gang is but they can’t be that good if I caught them breaking into my room.

“It will in a minute boy,” the small guy says, “We are gonna kill you.”

“If you were gonna do that you would’ve already done it,” I say, I reach for my gun and unclip it from my belt hoping to scare them off before I have to use it.

“Fellas I suggest y’all leave now,” I say.

“How about no!” they yell.

The Taller guy charges at me. I draw my gun and shoot him twice he falls to the floor with a thud my ears start to ring. I feel a large force tackle me and when I open my eyes I see the short guy standing over me with a knife in his hands.

“Shouldn’t have done that” he says.

He brings his arm up ready to stab me, I kick his leg out from under him and he loses his balance falling and dropping the knife. I stand up and grab the knife from the floor and throw it down the hall. I turn around and see him in the corner of the room holding the coat rack. I grab the small lamp on the side table.

“We gonna do this or are you gonna sit in the corner all day” I yell.

He runs at me with the coat rack but trips over his buddy in the middle of the room. He lands on the coat rack and winces in pain. I bring up the lamp over my head and smash it across his stomach. Broken glass goes everywhere. I turn to the bed and grab the sheets where I tie him up. I limp out the door and down the hall to find help, at the bottom of the stairs I look where the bartender is and see his lifeless body draped over the bar.

“Damn, that was a nice guy,” I say to myself.

“Yeah, he was,” a voice says. I look over to the far wall and see a man sitting at the poker table with his hat just over his eyes. He groans as he gets up from the table. He's tall and older, probably in his 40’s with a black suit, hat, and gold badge.

“Sheriff,” I ask,

“Yeah that’s me, Sheriff Mitchell,” He says, “You new around here.”

“Yeah and I don’t mean no trouble or nothing but there's a few guys upstairs for you.”

“They dead?”

“One is for sure the other was still breathing,” I say, “ Who were those guys anyway they said the Goodman gang?”

“They’re the gang that thinks they own this town”

“What are they after I ask,” I say

“Ever since we killed their gang leader a few months back during a raid they have terrorized the city,” He says.

“I need a job,” I say, “You need help protecting these folk I’m your guy”

“Okay you start tomorrow,” he says.

We shake hands and he walks out of the saloon, I turn to head back up to my room, I open the door and see the mess I’ve made. The room is completely trashed, the lamp and the coat rack are still laid out on the floor, a pool of blood formed where the tall guy lay, and the short man groaned. I shut the door and head back downstairs. I walk towards the bar and take a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. I see some apples under the counter too so I grab those and put them in my pack. I walk outside the saloon doors and go around back where I greet my horse. I pull out the apples and give them to him. I found a pile of hay to crash for the night, I popped open the bottle and started to drink myself to sleep.

I wake up to a horse's face against mine startled. I jumped out of the haystack prepared to fight.

“Woah pal settle down,” he said, “you wanna help me with the Goodman gang well lets go”

He throws a rifle into the hay bale. I pick it up and sling it over my shoulder.

“Where are we headed” I ask

“Well since you were late getting up they’re gonna be here any minute,” He replies, “I need you on the top of the saloon.”

Without hesitation, I turned to the rusty ladder that led up to the roof and started to climb. There wasn’t much on the top of the roof other than the slight cover the sign gave. I peeked over to see the sheriff sitting on a rocking chair near the General store. I hear the sound of horses coming in fast and sure enough to the south of the town, there are 7 men on horseback riding into town. I see them hitch their horses at the General store. All of them get off and approach the sheriff. They start to yell but I can’t make anything out. I watch as the sheriff goes into the General store. Suddenly a shot rings out and one drops on the porch of the store. All the gangsters open fire on the general store. I unload my rifle in their direction. I can sense the fear as they get on their horses and run. I get up running towards the ladder and I slide down as quickly as I can. I sprint across the road, my heart still pounding with adrenaline. I stop at the porch staring at the door now riddled with bullet holes. I swing open the door to see the sheriff lying on the floor.

“Sheriff where are you hurt,” I say blood pooling around his body he lets out a groan and I kneel beside him.

“You’re going to be ok,” I say.

He takes the badge off his shirt and hands it to me with his final breath he says, “Go get em”

Right then I was given a purpose to find the people who put him through this, I will find them and I will kill them.

MxVister in Words

42 reads

loss of a fungus

Is the black Soul leaving the skull a sign of death

Is it rebirth or is it what Fate Wished to beheld

the Bug the creature

the Mask of Life

a Nail right through the chest

Penetrate the chitin, see through their Dreams

the Russula cradles the Honey

two Fungi and Bugs Die in each others arms

Why me, Why you all along

when the parasite only Wished to help

why does the Knight take the life

of the savior of the Land

the Trees Weep but the Hollow Husks know not of the tragedy

the Moss cradles the the Shell

the Broken Mask along a Green Path

and Orange eyes watch from the Wasps

as the last of the soul leaks from the hole

and enters the Abyss

SubLime in Words

24 reads

Are You Gonna Go My Way

I swear and roll my eyes. It has been a day of one small thing after another going wrong. The last thing I want to do is drive all the way into Atlanta for a concert that I didn’t really want to go to and that I knew without any doubt that he definitely couldn’t afford. It’s one of those things he’s always doing. Spending money he doesn’t have. It drives me crazy!

As I lock the door to the convenience store, I let out a long frustrated sigh. I am beyond tired and my legs ache. Still, I know he bought the tickets as a treat for me. Lenny Kravitz’s music has always been in the background of our relationship. I can see how he would think of it as a way to celebrate our relationship. Still, what else could that money have been used for? I hope into my car and head home.

When I pull up, he’s already there, waiting on the doorstep in the rain. I try to plaster on a smile, and get out of my car. ‘Ya know, you could wait inside. It’d be a lot dryer.’ I try to keep the bite out of my words, but don’t quite manage it.

’You’d think so, wouldn’t you? However, your roommates disagree with you and think it’s far better that I sit out here in the rain. So kind of them.’ he bites back at me.

It’s my fault, this dislike between John and my friends. I can’t deny it. His ardour, his passion towards me scared me to no end. Add to that the fact that I was dating someone in our group, before John came in the scene, it was a recipe for disaster. I shake my head at myself. What’s done is done and there’s no way for me to change it now. What does he want from me? Love is a fantasy, a fairytale, one of those things people write about but doesn’t really exist. Growing up in my family, you couldn’t really think otherwise. ‘You could’ve waited in your car, ya know, that one right there.’ The minute the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could grab them and shove them back in. I know why he’s not in his car. He loves to play the martyr. I’ve just given him the perfect opportunity to do so by leaving work late tonight. ‘Never mind. Just give me a sec to change and we can head out. Do ya wanna come in with me?’

‘No, I’ll wait in my car,’ he says as he turns and walks away. I bite back the words of frustration and go on in. Five minutes later, I’m back outside and jump into his car. He’s angry, I can tell, but he’s trying to put a brave face on it. He’s trying to salvage this evening. He always wins bonus points for sheer determination. It’s how he won me over in the first place. From the first day we spoke, he told me that he knew we were meant to be together. I just laughed. That sort of thing doesn’t ever come along.

We make our way onto the interstate to head into Atlanta. The rain is miserable, and his wiper blades are not up to the challenge. We strain our eyes out of the windscreen, trying to see the road ahead of us. ‘I’m afraid we’re going to miss the opening act, but we should make it in time for Lenny,’ he says with a smile while he reaches across and takes my hand. I can’t help myself. I have to smile. Moments like these make me happy in spite of myself. He does some stupid things, but he also has one of the kindest hearts I‘ve come across. Lenny Kravitz comes out of the radio. ’Synchronicity,’ he says with a smile that reaches all the way to his eyes. It’s his superpower. Whenever he needs a song to come on the radio, it does. If he is ever in a situation that a song can sum up perfectly, it magically comes out of the speakers. We’ve always joked about his superpower, but it really is uncanny. I give him my biggest smile and squeeze his hand and his eyes light up. I chuckle to myself.

As I turn my attention back to the road, we hear a bang, the car swerved and hydroplanes on the wet tarmac. John grabs the steering wheel and tries his best to turn into the skid. We slide across several lanes and I do my best not to scream. He manages to pull off onto the verge. The regular thump, thump, thump as we pull off leads no doubt in our minds. It’s a puncture. John puts the car in park and starts to get out of the car. ‘I can help,’ I offer. Goodness knows I know a lot more about cars than he does, but his chivalry prevents that.

’No, sweetheart, you stay here where it’s dry. I’m wet already, anyway. He disappears into the rain. I hear him rummaging around in the trunk. Some swearing penetrates the window panes and I can’t help but smile. He tries so hard. He is always so determined to make everything right. The swearing gets louder. I start laying odds on what has gone wrong this time. I feel like maybe I should double down on there being no jack in his car.

He opens the door and sticks his head in. Water is dripping from him everywhere. He’s rolling his eyes heavenward. His eyes lock again with mine and in the most deadpan voice says, ‘I think we’re going to miss the concert,’ he sighs, ‘no spare’. I burst out laughing. I can’t help myself. This whole day was a comedy of errors and of all the things on his mind, he’s worried we won’t make the concert.

I continue to laugh, and after a moment, he joins in, together we laugh until tears are rolling down our faces. ‘Man, I love you.’ and I try to regain my breath when I notice that John has gone absolutely still beside me. He doesn’t move. It’s like he doesn’t even dare breathe. Everything seems to stop.

John whispers so quietly, I almost don’t hear what he says. ‘You’ve never said that before.’ Now there are tears in his eyes but for a very different reason.

Athena42 in Words

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Puncture

Today I did an experiment. I tried to pick up a needle by the pointy part. I had to have a control group and independent variables. I repeated the experiment multiple times and reached my final conclusion.

Hypothesis: I think it might be fun to pick up a needle by the tip.

Conclusion: It is not fun to pick up a needle by the tip.

I know.

I'm something of a scientist myself.