I have an idea that I am excited about but I need about six or so more poets to write it with. I will write a couple lines to give you an idea and if you like it, message me and I will tell you the title and the plan for it. It should be glorious compadres!
I hear the stakes sizzle on high, I'm tied to the lies that wrap around my mind
A desolate place, my heart is. Who dares to reside will find that hope is soon left behind
I see your words
but they swim past my eyes
and dart past meaning,
a fleeting fish from the abyss
of a mind.
A mind that has alway been kind,
That has always been softly spoken,
a mind awoken from a slumber of slurs,
and artificial words,
that created artificial worlds.
Yet even when our worlds collapse,
You insist on the playful insult,
and the teasing tone we take,
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
But we don’t care,
You scream out a name unknown as I whisper,
“This is unfair.”
And we hear your silence like the echo of a drum
with its constant ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
of emptiness, and loneliness and lowliness
along with every bad emotion that has ever been felt
by a teenager going through her faze of
hatred and self inflicted torture of the mind.
But through the dark of universes,
I hear your speech,
with words that shoot past my ears like stars
leaving a trail of chalky stardust
and dusty letters
to be unremembered by.
Galaxies glide by in this suspended time
and I realize that the words on your lips are not ours,
the snow has a blank stare.
forcing you to let go and
reminding you that those things you have been putting off,
receded in the back of your mind
Bleak and bare
Kill my desire
To escape the unknown
To relinquish my fear
Hold me tightly and keep me warm
Kiss me sweetly and take home
Tighten the knots in my stomach
Ease the trouble on my mind
Take me on a journey
Ill be your's
You'll be mine
I'll stand around with a sign
that says, "free the rights"
when America turns to
the United States of America Corporation:
Where the trees, mountains,
and even coral morphs into dollar signs.
While supplies last morality is quantified
into algorithms and sold in vacuum sealed
plastic while the president rules
all cellphones must be attached
to the brain because it's affordable for
taxpayers. Direct connect, instant
success, calls to any mind, anywhere, even
up on the cloud. mother and the pope are
on line two while politicians will only
be 5 minutes away with the 100 percent
satisfied customer service team, on the clock
24 hours and seven days a week.
Look at the beauty
And open your mind
Today, my name is "can't make up my mind."
Tomorrow, my name will be, "never-ending sorrow."
Yesterday, my name was, "upset at the world."
Oh how I just can't wait for tomorrow
i remember days smoking cotton candy blue rollin papper j's
while always rockin my fitted cap forever tpronto blue jays
taking my last shot of golshlager
just as how robert frost iterated nothing gold can stay
14 in a deep depression my family said was just a fase they said its probibly because i dont see enough sun rays go outside today but in my mind i was trapped looking out and others laughed lookin in seperated by the impassible glass
finding little pills to snort the pain away at 14 i could allready finish n eigths of gin by now a forty at a party is only where i begin finishing more rum till the room spins on my face only n empty grin learning the joke, how could anyone love me when underneath my clothes im covered in cuts skin deep to symbolize the cracks in my soul and sanity baneith
i'm sitting in this forsaken chair
my soul heavy as if i directly feel the people who stare
i utter to myself i do not care
but in my heart i know im lieing and its not fair
i start to weaze as i cant inhail the air
i grasp my cheast clawing the pressure i seel of the weight of those who stare
i try to scream for help but no one cares
i want out
i finally exit my mind to learn that i was always the only one there
They crawl through the remnants of the ice-cascaded leaves,
They listen to the words and the exhalations that you seethe,
They burn into your mind with their dark and stinging presence,
Out of corners of your eyes flashes their consuming iridescence.
Divided we fall to the evil which careens,
But together on all sides there is nothing unseen.
Our covert chorus will never fall,
To the vine of scales that follows all,
The serpent's slick black viewed through the holes in the walls!
Too much like,
The darkest Reich.
To what they are, a slithering mass of serpents crawling,
And brawling with the street rats in the night!