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Nathan Tom Dec 2020
Somewhere along the road
Frozen deep at home
I'm not dead yet
But I'm still alone

Melt me with a baseball bat
Crush me to bits
I'm not dead yet
But I still feel like ****
Me listening to "Alive" by Pearl Jam on repeat. God help me.
Nathan Tom Nov 2020
Hold your head down
In the water of the sea
As I don't know now
What the outcome will be

As I stare out to water
What's on the other side?
Am I a lamb sent to the slaughter
Or has my mind begun to deride?

My friends, they'll call
Hell, I never say **** back
Cause when I'm against the wall
They'll be out of track
Sorry for not posting in a bit! Here's some random **** I made.

I listened to "Sunshine" by Alice in Chains, "Bleed the Freak" by Alice in Chains, and "Let Me Drown" by Soundgarden while doing this. Yes, it did take that ******* long.
Nathan Tom Oct 2020
If you look right through the pines
Catch a glimpse of the mountainside
And if you look further than most
You'll see the Arctic snow

When it's a friend you need
Don't run to me
If it'll just lead
To inconsistency

What good is it
To be so kind and friendly
When it's a flat open tundra
All inside me
I have no idea what this is. It was originally supposed to be a song, then I ditched the idea. Just some random drabblings about the High Arctic and whatnot.
Nathan Tom Oct 2020
Surround sound, all abound
I shiver as she'll quiver at the Kern River
An itty-bitty slightly ****** hound is tugging at your dress
Will you pull out your gun or will you give it a rest?

Ducklings, all in a row
From hell to Houston we see them go
Chugging along, right on time
Simplistic as this stupid rhyme

I'm back on the reef, it's all I can get
I'm no better than a dog, cause I love getting wet
I'll slip and my surfboard gets caught in the net
I'll catch nothing then laugh like it was a good set

Plunder my thunder, your ship's asunder
An orange door hinge from the hills of Blorenge
An itty-bitty slightly ****** hound is tugging at your dress
Will you **** it off or simply let it rest?
Words at their most ******* crazy. The power of imagination, there's gotta be a theme somewhere.
Nathan Tom Oct 2020
I hold a knife
In this spaceship at bay
"*******, I got a house and a wife!"
As he turns and runs away

But I'm nothing if not stubborn
You can ask them all
And they can keep on in their run
Until I have them backed onto the wall

Call all the meetings you want
I'll laugh as I blame myself
Jokes, as much as the situation will warrant
But they still can't even tell

I'll fake my work to trick them
And I'll shimmy through the tube
Looking for my next victim
And I really hope it's you <3
IT'S JUST ABOUT AMONG US, I SWEAR!

I'm a pretty good impostor in that game, I won't lie.
Nathan Tom Oct 2020
I try to stay awake all night
But you know that's gotta be hard
It's easy when I'm in the right
And my reason I'll discard

Come on, keep on skanking, Ronnie
***** the night away
But the time is coming
For us all to pay

I watch some videos to ease my mind a little
From the outside, I see sunlight begin to drizzle
Look at me now, I'm nodding on and off
You tell me how my mind has hit a trough

Let's go exploring!
I'm fine in the snow
I'm from there anyway
But you already know
Note: Skanking is a type of dance from Jamaica. The second stanza was taken from the chorus of "Burritos" by Sublime.
Nathan Tom Oct 2020
At midnight, I sit and walk through the dark
Empty hull in place of a heart

Pushing through the unlit street
Tired, yes, but keeping light on my feet

"It's nothing more," I say, "Just a small bump"
Just a hop, skip, and a 5 mile jump

Checking my back every five seconds or so
So no one sees where I'm trying to go

When all hope is lost, I sent for you
Screaming through the ghetto "I loved you too!"

All along Harbor Drive, I see the light
With newfound energy, I make a right

I see the planes, and I feel new hope
Laughing and giggling, as my new way to cope

I catch a final cab to take me the final stretch
It was a waste, but the last part's a *****

I walk in, limping and tired
Waiting an hour for my soul's final desire

It's not you, but it's the next best thing
I really hope I'll get to see you again
I haven't posted in so long! I've fallen on dark days, but I know that's no excuse. Here's a new one, probably won't ever become a song.

In other news, I learned it takes 3 and a half hours to walk nine miles.
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