I write in thieves argot
I'm far gone......too deep to resurface
not worth it, go further
into my mind, i'm blind to the time
Life is fleeting, and i am bleeding
needing to get by
while i get high......
Passing the day,
in a way, that keeps me dragging too slow
with no where to go
stuck in the muck, without any luck
pain struck while i fuck myself
into the ground,
with no sound to wake me
I ramble on, gambling on
send in spies to cut ties
with my past, the memories last
carve my name in your heart
we fell apart.............
here gone forgotten
Volcanic destruction. 2 words
A volcano destroys the citadel. 5 words
A tiny volcano destroy the movie-set citadel look-alike 10 words
A paper machet volcano spurts water and melts the miniature ice-city for a home movie 15 words
Did i amplify or detract?
And say the same things.
We write shitty poetry
And love shiny rings.
We have the same thoughts
The same voices,
And it is almost like
We're not one but two of a kind.
When I was five,
You taught me how to ride a bike.
You guard our ever wondrous hive
And I’m proud that we look alike.
When I was thirteen,
You told me not to fall for boys.
“Don’t worry, dad” I said.
But then I fell for a broken toy.
Now, I’m seventeen,
“You’re almost grown up, bud.” I heard.
But in my mind I always say,
“Dad, I’ll always be your little girl.”
I’ve tried to
Convey a Different
I Expected the sun to rise
But there are
A set of paradigms
Which make my words
the aura Of life
Corrupts the imbecile And nevertheless
Collapses into my soul
Electrifying the originality
And making everything seem
Like this, not like that.
You're too soon and my too soon sort of look alike,
especially when you tilt your head at 45 degrees to the left.
Only roads traveled are truly seen,
but I didn't get my yellow fever shot.
There is something different, in your eye.
These are the things I protect my heart from.
The fear, the pain and hurt of loving wrong.