Mired
Viscosity
Visceral
Ferocity
lustful hunger
Screaming
Loner
tire
troubles
restless slumber
calming
peace
in Christ we keep
bowed
heads
Prayerful Thoughts
Heal me through a broken path.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
It would seem, so it seems
that I have more time than anyone else
not in the mean time
or in between time
but real time.
It would seem, so it seems
that I make time for things that take time
not air time or prime time but
my time.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
I slammed my phone into the wall
why do I have one, you never calls
yeah, you hit me up when you wanna put it down
other than that, you're never around
why have doors you never use em
had feeling for you,
now am about to lose em.
what you do or wont do
tell me more about you than you ever could
so send me a letter
when you're feeling better
heard you got the flu
**** I know that aint true
yeah you're sick
but its more with the mind
cause you always be out there ******* and lying
and you wonder why you're depressed
home boy, your life's a mess
trying to be five steps ahead,
must be mad tired keeping that pace,
look around, only you and yourself in that race.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
All food has lost its taste
and wine its buzz
Empty
there is no comfort in the sounds
no familiarity in the smiles
Empty
empty is how I feel inside
an important part of my soul is missing
I do not sleep, I do not dream
the emptiness yawns to swallow everything
return and take the missing part of my soul with you
come back and anchor me
for I am empty without you.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
What am i doing wrong
what
what am i saying wrong
wrong
what am i seeing wrong
what
Not fat enough, not tall enough
not slim enough, not thick enough
wrong face, wrong hair, wrong skin
wrong smile.
what is so wrong with me
what
Not smart enough, not funny enough
not rich enough, not poor enough
laugh too hard, dont laugh enough
not too coy, not bold enough, not old enough
not witty enough, not pretty enough,
too much curves, too much emotion
wrong everything and anything
wrong
what am i doping wrong?
never, never good enough
what?!
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
I will awash myself in sorrow
and seek to cry the saltiest tears.
If for that reason only you will chose me
above all others despite circumstance.
I shall be no more than Misery
Simply to state my need for Company.
Oh, what misery I shall joyfully bring
for games are not just for fools
I shall throw myself upon wretchedness,
unscrupulous morals
and dastardly deeds.
the best of Misery I endeavour to be
For the love of Company
And Company you shall be to my Misery
Endlessly, Completely, Eternally.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
To you my thoughts do fly,
to carry these words
in the blink of an eye.
what words and thoughts you may ask,
well I hadn't thought of that when I began this task.
I only wish for you to know,
my feeling will remain the same
for it matters not how many time you go.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Life has a way of making fools of even the smartest mind and love is its greatest weapon.
life has a way of teaching us the lessons we try hardest not to learn and even when we see the hit coming from a mile away, it still hurts like a motherfkr on impact.
hit one: being in love with someone you know sooner or later will replace you.
hit two: praying for that one in a million chance to move up from side chick to main *****
hit three: knowing this side chick **** is hard while being the **** of life's biggest joke, thinking I'm in love.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it.
You feed the need.
A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within.
devouring everything it touches
dragging to its depths
an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense
gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you
your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul.
to placate, to fill
I crave for you.
a yearning so maddening, it is frightening
But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still.
an ache as tangible as it is visceral
as painful as it sooths
as though I am caught in a fevered dream
tell me my perception from your reality
you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
I miss the sound of your voice , close to my ear
verbal poetic *********** whose timbre
like pen stokes ink into my skin
I miss the feel of your lips, to taste your soul
when we kiss and worship before your tongue
leaving praise upon your lips
I miss your scent on our pillows
like a memory on which I drift
to lull me back to peaceful sleep
And the heat of the space where you slept,
in which i curl like a cat on a window sill
lazy, content.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC