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Xavier Arnold Jul 2017
Non-sensible *******
I compose myself thusly
An anorexic cool kid
With joints quite rusty

With a lack of tread
I was out of control
No point in being dead
When you already dug the hole

My eyes start to sag
I'm tired of the constant confirmation
That your boyfriends a ***
Oh I can't say that can I?
It's a hot button issue
Cry all you want
But I won't give you a tissue

Not that I don't want to
I'm simply all out
I used them all
You know what it's about

Copious amounts of drugs
And a crap ton of ****
I'm so freaking wasted
This chick feels like a dude

Wait, I'm not even high
I'm inside my head
Cause I took one sip of rye
All those psa's said I was gonna die
Such a surprise if the school told a lie

I'm a total cliche
A stereotype if I may
From a culture of fear
Kids scared to be gay
We're all going through changes
In a ****** up way
My voice just got deeper
You still don't listen what I say

I talk too much
I say too little
You're completely *******
But let's keep this civil

-Xav
Xavier Arnold Jun 2017
You saw me
What the hell was up with that
That feeling in my stomach
I told my dad I'd hit the sack
But I got locked on my bed
Painted my arm black
Because it covers red
See being bored is just my knack

Stereotypical, I know
See I had nowhere else to go
So I sat there and wrote
Row after row
A compilation of mental blows
See I never told her
But finally she knows

They tell me to begin again
To win again
But I'm here to show these kids
That breaking rules is ******* cool again
We're hooligans
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
think
contract
burn
fuse

bound
creator
burn
fuse

silence
shatter
burn
fuse

observe
teach
burn
fuse

trick
escape
burn
fuse

love
reason
burn
fuse
I should be doing homework
  Mar 2017 Xavier Arnold
martin
***
Nothing you write
is yours alone
every word
borrowed
on loan
only from you
comes some wit
to decide the order
in which they are writ
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
***
I like that feeling
A pulsing warmth
That gives me meaning
Left to flutter all alone
Even whilst with friends
It's the only place I go

As the smoke leaves the pipe
As I give another joint
Another light
Life seems happy

That bubble sound brings a tear to my eye
A room so foggy
It makes you cry
Goodbye

...
  Mar 2017 Xavier Arnold
ADS
Playing in the the summertime air
Placed our minds at ease
While our imaginations made a scene
Swinging in the breezy
Smiling and laughing so gleefully
Oh the silly games we use to play
Hide and seek until we couldn't see
Scrapped knees and bee stings
Made me sing mom please help me

Sitting outside in the summertime air
Makes me my mind uneasy
While my imagination screams please
Let me see my computer screen
Anxious to see my apps dance so playfully
I hold back my tears so painfully
I can't see why my parents hate me
They don't buy me anything
No matter how much I scream help me
The other day I was at the doctors and I saw this child who couldn't be five years old crying because his iPad couldn't connect to the internet. Made me think about how great my childhood was compared to what most kids have nowadays.
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
Not that all poems have to rhyme
It takes some effort
And a lot of time
No need to ref it

No offence to you
I can't enjoy the poem
Not because of what you do
But your effort seems to moan

weird.
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