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digitalcompost
liquid quakes hits our crystal glasses my smile has gone too transparent to hide it wasted attempts with cashmere and merlot it’s made my skin flushed and eyes gloss over even dinner feels like gravel past my canines spitting a few half chewed bites into napkins feeling the spins.. manners, mania, morals and mindfucks   misled while magnificently accoutred you wouldn’t really bring me here to do this, would you?
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
- dressed in stress
mindless inhibitions making me question my decisions you’d think theses fists had a conscience of their own, taking low blows, taking shots quicker than your bow believe it or not, i’d rather tables were turned id rather take the hit, knock me out put me to sleep, black me out matter of fact knock my head clean off take my dome out back, play hacky sack
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
chop chop
if i reincarnate i pray this time i less intimidate i pray i know my role and i pray play it well but before i leave leave his kingdom, before locking those pearly gates pray i don’t forget my keys and pray i don’t forget my grace
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
where are my keys?
wish they sent you off to Guantánamo Bay with all your ******** lies and your two faced frame block my calls but you never had anything to say pathological ******* in a dress too small all you let out are sighs and newport smoke while throwing empty packs your moldy 4 door
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
*******
half a life at the edge of a peak the wrong moves, the wrong queues chased you and finally experienced ****** high on your *** and sweat patient to obtain just a taste i heard dragons love the chase i remember reading about you in old books you were chased by ancient knights men once so noble and proud turned pitiful and crouched begging to be cut by your scales for i doubt something so divine ages not when you drink blood and **** glory watch them crawling mountains you marked and sprayed watch them die searching for your sent watch me live in your name studying your words like scripture religion, reign, discipline and desire tormented minds, motherless ties dancing in your shadows, that’s where you’ll find me i will never submit again until i’m in your hands
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
almost a slave
eighteen, maybe nineteen? cool headed, collected, deprecation of a mother’s touch yet so much perpetrated self love developed over years “you’re so beyond your..” you know what never mind for someone self assured you to still need some assurance you definitely did that night and i was convinced i was deserving of what i never had. god deprives is of more than we’d like to admit pleasure will change the view that pit in your stomach was foreshadowing the bowl of acid tossed in my face (metaphorically) and ironically we fight it knowing it’s going to defeat us in the end. if only we listened. i should have known better i knew it was gonna be hard i just didn’t expect you to quit. not sure what i expected, maybe you to try or some ****
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
get some help
hey i’m sorry for dropping that bomb im trying not to overthink your one word responses “ditto” so take a **** in your coffin cause we’ve think we lost it i never wanted to be a mother before i met you let me be your mommy i hate the way i want you i mean i hate the way you want me you latch with love like no other baby boy i don’t want to nurture i should have kept composure i probably shouldn’t have lead you on now you’re probably thrown off she don’t seem so strong now huh? she’s just a phase. he got a new baby, he got a new mommy i’m lost, but i can’t call for my mommy i think i feel sick just digging dirt out of my mind piles of “i want to see you so bad” and “lol i’m so lazy”
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
i think i’m going to be sick
i cried with your brother that night at first about broken bones then about how nick is breaking your soul and how we’d **** him if we could at least i got to take a swing actually two and even a kick to the spleen. i’d of killed him if i could cause you deserve better than crying alone in the woods you deserve more than this poser who’s now missing another tooth just take a drive, **** that guy! come run away n let the mountain lions eat him alive i promise this isn’t you you don’t stand up for the **** on your shoes come clean em i’m the river, kick some rocks or ribs (haha) ask forgiveness form your family, that **** was hard on them too and when you’re all washed up and you’ve felt a little better i’ll be here waiting with a pack of your favorite beer and i promise i won’t shed a tear remind you of life before all that stress cause i never been one to regret begging unless the one i was begging told me to keep driving
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
a broken heart ain’t so punk
of all murderers, time is the most brutal expected, yet catches us all by surprise. it’ll weigh on you mind but show in your eyes known it has an effect on everyone yet each victim has taken it so personal not looking back is the best chance of surviving but make sure you don’t forget forgetting is what kills ya
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:18 PM UTC
time
fools gold will float with the waves while the real **** sinks i’d rather be under rocks where currents keep me out of reach rather than to spend a day in a pan god made gold and the fools too pretty
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
fools gold