walking home in the rain
with "i'm alrights" hanging over your head
sad sayings you tell even sadder souls
you meet on the bus
over yonder
they sit in the back.
eyes
trained on you
waiting for you to answer the question marks they carry on their heads
and the burdens they carry on their shoulders
and when they need something or want to talk
they look to you
for breif bits of carbon dioxide
trade offs.
they're
spitting tongues
moving like motors
you sit and listen to the hum as it lulls you to sleep
but you're still here right next to them and
you are
exchanging laughter now
that is
muffled by padded rooms behind your teeth.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
wild waves fade like the curly cues in your hair
urges are kept under the staircase
and the tips of your
fingernails.
winter worries
wonder if you're good enough to carry on.
but you carry on
still.
you walk barefoot
through the pine cones
and underbrush
to meet her.
the one who you once felt was the same.
hello familiar friend.
you are a stranger now.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
acid snow
falls down upon a perfect world.
droplets of
broken
bottle
happiness
sit on your roof
and
drip off the
brains gutter
into the
dopamine sewer.
im talking about the place i call home
where
rainbow
kerosene
puddles
lead into a perfect paradise
if you close your eyes
im talking about that feeling you get when you
reach that milestone
in your life
where you finally hit the bottom of that bottle your mom keeps on the highest shelf
when
your fourteen and your head feels a bit fuzzy
and
for the first time
you lose your sense of feeling
and
they have to open your tired eyes
with crowbars
and your parents laugh when you stumble the sad city streets and you fall down the stairs
on your way back home
you saw things for what they really were too quickly
and they tried to **** you for it
so you packed up the bags from under your pupils
and
with your sad little
blueberry eyes
you left in the night
and ran barefoot through the
snowy woods.
you know in your heart
that it doesn't get any better then this.
the faces of friends
and city signs are already
being washed away
**we are all
just melting against the
back
drop
.**
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
we are the leather jacket kids
riding the subway
with our music too loud
and people tell us to stop
but we don't stop
we keep running
always running
never getting tied down.
this city is on fire
and
the skyline looks like burning cigarettes. we will inhale
this place and the next
and breathe
it all out like
e
k
o
m
s
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
You're weak
because you think yourself stronger than other men.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
i thought we were the same
but turns out i was just wasting
time
lying to myself.
i have a tendency to
overestimate
and over analyze
but it seems that i was wrong about you
is it that you've finally realized what i am
or do you just not care
anymore
tell me what did you run out of more quickly
**** to give
or time to waste?
actually
don't answer that.
you're too predictable and i know you too well..
i'm growing bored
and tired
of playing the same games. i've told you this.
i need a new puzzle to solve.
a new song to sing.
a new life to ruin.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
we are predators merely mating for the night
for
at dawn you will leave
and
i will be
cultivating this monster of ours
in this barren womb of mine
alone
two months of glass and rusty nails
and we are both finally alive enough to feel the burn that is growing in our stomachs.
you are growing bigger.
and the days are growing closer.
i can feel your little devil horns poking holes in my lungs
as if it was yesterday.
there is no love in this child
because there was none put into it.
you came in november
when it was cold
and
i held you to my chest
like loving mothers are supposed to do...right?
and you feel so cold, child
you feel so cold.
there is no rhythm in your chest
and no sparkle in your eyes
you don't babble
or coo
or breathe
you just stare aimlessly into the stars
listening to the pitter patter on the rooftop.
still
-
born.
climbing out of your fleshy cage
shell
shocked.
jaw unhinged as if you don't know how to speak
and
of course
you don't.
it's
as if your existence itself tore the world apart.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
my words
have
suddenly
transformed
.
into vapor
and im trying
my hardest to
remember how to breathe
them back
into my dehydrated lungs
so i
can understand
again
what it's like to really
be alive
.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
everybody liked me better when i was on drugs.
and i liked everyone better
without their
hot heads
and sour sober tongues
chilled to
the bone.
emotionless.
numbed up on cherry
coke
is what pleases this palate
like a dish best
served cold
with a sprinkle of white trash garbage
and
a side of
i forgot i ever cared.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC