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unknown May 2014
I'm no man
You must understand
If you thought emotions clash
You need to get head straight woman
I'm with you because you're shallow
I can see the catfish in your shadow
The **** is wrong with you woman?

You text my phone
Saying you love me and I say it back but you don't know
It's a lie, you got a man
I could never trust you, you must understand
What's wrong with you women?
I'm with you because you're shallow
I can see the catfish in your shadow
The **** is wrong with you woman?

How can you love me
Elsa, what do you know of my nasty habits
When you learn you may become damaged
But you signed the contract
Don't try to tear it
You were never a merit
I'll never cherish you
I've only had one to love
And love is a drug
You never get that first high twice
So all you future girls, you ain't ****
I was listening to The Doors and my ex girlfriend messaged me on Facebook. She was who introduced me to The Doors and perhaps the only girl I've never loved and still think about and this just came out.
unknown Mar 2014
I feel like a pregnant chick from planet X went to space
And for some reason it was safe
But the ship wasn't
She gave birth and the ship shakes
It hit an asteroid and the ship breaks
Like the grip of the baby and mother
And the baby was caught in the gravity of a different planet and landed in a boat

Caught by one of the pirate folks with the power of the mother's hope
But distracted by this marvel they hit an iceberg and the captain died
and some guy put me in a glass barrel
And I just stared at the sky
Upset and hungry with a ***** diaper
Until I swiped up on an island of this world

Then I got adopted by some humans
Man I have no idea what I'm doin'
My natural instincts tell me to do and make what there already isn't
But these guys are about the materialism
I didn't really have any intention of this poem coming out the way it did which why I love it. My favorite crafts are the unintended ones. I was simply just writing what was on my mind in scraps and suddenly I noticed how well it would have fit to put the first two stanzas together and just fixed it to be a story of how I feel out of place in this world.
unknown Feb 2014
Ignorant and innocent little girl
Ignorant and innocent little girl
He looked so innocent
Boy were we ignorant

She was sweet
He was sweet
She was a fruit
He was a soft drink

She screamed
He screamed
The difference is her shriek and his devilish release

The cherry
Such a sweet cherry
Stolen and crushed
Innocence stolen
Given a seed that soon breathes

Sweet ignorant and innocent little girl

I hold her as she opens herself
Revealing every warm bleeding wound, even the ones she's inflicted on herself
She wants my help
I'm no doctor
But I'll give the wounds a press
And purchase with my pocket lint some bandages

Sweet little girl
No longer ignorant or innocent
He seemed so innocent
Boy were we ignorant
I know multiple **** victims and I just wrote something all of them shared in common.  Being very young and ignorant of the idea of *** and abused by someone they should have been able to trust.
unknown Feb 2014
Things got rough
And you told me,
"Sometimes love isn't enough."

Then what is love really worth?
unknown Feb 2014
How many times
How many times
How many times did I have to write about suicide just so I wouldn't do it?
Like every night.
Convincing myself I didn't like the idea
Flush depression out and it re-ups
Psychiatrists are my dealers
As I’m rhyming this I’m drinking from a tea cup with my demons
I wish you could meet us
But you’d probably have to be us

Your arms are bandages but you’re also what the damage is from
We fight each other like savages
I think our paths were an accident
I don’t think this was suppose to happen at all
cuz we were I was from the back left and you were from the front right
cuz I’m a reclusive going in the wrong direction and you’re naturally in the spotlight going in the right direction
Maybe this is life’s correction
But I won't let you slip by
I wont letch ya’

I’m addicted to you and now I got some sort of home sickness making me feel like **** so ******* for making me love you...
Until you’re close enough for me to hug you again
Psychiatrists are my dealers
Re-ups after re-ups

Up the dosage
Just enough to O.D

Drinking tea cups with my demons
People can meet us
Try to give give us advice but unless they figure out a way to be us,
they’ll never understand
Never understand
Never understand
I swear my angels come and laugh
Until I pull up their masks
Their masks


******* for making me love you
******* for making me love you
**** your for making me love you

Up the dosage

“You’re developing psychosis”

I know this
**** reality
I don’t wanna hold this
Mash up between two poems I wrote that felt incomplete.
unknown Feb 2014
I lay in my bed and clench my fist
Wondering why I exist
So weak but I still lift the world
My head twirls
I wanna hurl
But not in front of my girl
I wonder if she knows how weak I am
How insecure I am
How much I'm scared of losing her

Always said I hate my father
But I think that's because we're our own worst enemy

I don't know if I'll ever have heaven seen
I claim these bottles are helping me
But it's just a distraction

I sit alone as I clench my fist
Wondering why I exist
So weak but I still lift the world
I'm a clam with a pearl inside
But I refuse to show what's inside
I don't want you to know what really goes on my mind
I don't want you to know that I cry
I don't want you to know I don't lie
Making you believe my compliments I gave to you we're lies
Just so I could get inside
But I secretly hope you realize
They weren't

I fall down as I clench my fist
Wanting to fight
But I finally broke down and this image is at an end
I knew I could never win
These gloves are torn
And my poor soul can't afford more
I'm alone as I clench my fist
So weak and can no longer lift the weight

I get in my knees and pray
I don't know how to or who to but I pray

I find a high branch in the darkest part of the forest
And have the noose take my breath away
Still alone but can no longer clench my fist
Let's see if an afterlife exist
Maybe this life was worthless
And dealing with the pain was worthless
Let's see where my soul exist
My face turns purple like our favorite color
Little things like that, I pray I remember
As I go
Where do I go
I don't know
I wish I could write when I see the light
This is *goodbye
unknown Feb 2014
There was a wall of soil.
A bright sun kept it warm.
But the darkness of the vacant, roofless room made the growth hurt
when a lone flower spurt from the fertile earth.
The flower prayed every night for the Sun's light.
Blinded by the night, the flower was unable to see it's shadow to show his rising height.
No mirrors or a filled flowered field to observe or compare it's growth.
The flower didn't see how much the darkness made him grow until the Sun was out.
That's how he found out he was taller now but falsely credited the Sun.
*The gift and curse of the wallflower.

— The End —