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andrew-shoemaker
andrew-shoemaker
Being a person isn't easy.
hello poetry, you've been good to me a musical harmony that must be meant to be cause and effect from the clause of neglect and we reflect with skin cells standing a hobby so demanding
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
improv
I want to write so many things, but I am afraid. Maybe I need defeat, something to knock of off of my feet. So I can get back up, and sober up, but intoxication is so fun. While I've eliminated one, others have just begun. I wait, impatiently. Maybe for a perfect she, I don't know what to be. I have what I know but I do not simply know, where to go. So I go, blind at times, when I'm blind it's the best. I forget about all of the rest. Out of sight out of mind unless I love unless I care, but dare I dare to even care? I've said too much, I want to stare into your eyes, and exploit my flaws, grammatical or mathematical, Illogical or improbable, most likely completely rationally irrational.  This ranting is ranting, I hope it gets you panting. That's all I want. Let me win, but don't let me win. Don't buy into this **** but please understand it.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Blind Stare
Set to isolation Lust and jealousy Life is Procreation It all fits, menacing to me Lies and deception Self indulgence, to Please Death and Mass Creation menacing to me Inside me, it waits Decrepit, I want it Inside me, it weighs I hide from what I... I hide from what I...
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Menacing to me.
The dulling light forgets my identity A diminishing floor escapes beneath me      In my eyes Disintegrating      In my mind Intoxicating Drifting towards                something           something known               But forgotten is the known   Visualizing Imperfections         Revealing Contradictions     Truth is   When I Fly          I see           What is blind
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Lust Creation?
Melting in time,     Frozen in an image.       Devastated by my own disposition,                Dying. I have seen my soul melt in my own,              in my own.     with Concrete bones, It Suffers.         I comfort myself,                 discomforting others.     Parasites exist.      They have never existed.        I put them In me,       They have Never existed.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Concrete bones
The Darkness overwhelms thee Consumptions of the Soul.                          Sensations                            of Negativity    Forever I Go Cold.                     Thoughts provoke The body     Against all outer will                     Euphoric pains, they oddly....        Forever Freeze The Chill.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Eternity at Rest