It hurts that I can't hold you,
Tightly
Caressingly
lovingly
you can't love me because you're head over heels for other girls
who aren't me
never will be me
you'll never love me
I love you, you don't know that though
lets keep it that way
so when I cry myself to sleep
I know I won't hold you accountable
in my dreams
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
your mean words slur as they're
trickling out of your mouth
like a waterfall of wounding
locution from your sober thoughts
but your drunken actions
make me uneasy as you stand there
swiftly swaying like a
feather caught in the wind
at this very moment in time I think I hate you
your heart is no longer real
the blood flow that is long gone
is now diluted with cheap *****
the nasty habits you have gained
are slowly dissipating the oxygen
that now gently dribbles through your
inanimate lungs and pains your ****** liver
your sunken eyes are glossy
eyes that used to be bright blue
have lost there hue and converted to a dull gray
you may have sober thoughts
but you'll always have drunken actions
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
The Marines
The Few, The Proud
The Brave, the Courageous
Disciplined, Proper
From Paris Island Soldiers to Vietnam Vets
Its a position for freedom
a job for the fearless
Protecting our country day in and day out
1992 to 1994
Dads unit secured naval ships
sweat, tears and will power
guns blazing with 875 rounds a minute
1966 to 1968
His dad served in Vietnam
blood, gore and gunshots
flack jackets, an honored purple heart
learn to **** and not get killed
and never proffer anything less than the best
you’re there to out stand and defend
to honor, to provide
One day I’ll be standing here, in my dress blues
with my hair neatly slicked back, tight in a bun
I’ll have stories to tell my children
and I’ll watch the Military channel with my father
but first
I’ll learn to disregard the fear
of death staring you in the face
or the sudden urge to run
then I’ll wonder,
putting up my gun, aiming, and shooting for my dreams
of being an American Marine
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Once in while I get an urge
a kind of urge only a cold lifeless friend can fix
when I just can't handle this life anymore
i run my friend across my thighs, so no one can judge my pain
scarlet stripes linger my wide frame like haunting ghost creeping in my doorway
taunting my mind like last nights purging session
Why can't I look like her or why can't he just like me
Theres always something wandering my mind aimlessly
tantalizing me, gnawing at my thoughts
driving me insane with schizophrenic images drawing my attention away from whats important
is it my life?
I only ask this after the measuring tape was around my neck, instead of my stomach
*but what can i say? i'm ******
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
I wonder what Heavens like
Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?
Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?
Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?
I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved
A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out
It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself
Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by
Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky
Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low
Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
anchors slowly drop
on my chest, hard like the words
of when we last spoke
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
You see her over there?
Lucy,
the one with kaleidescope eyes.
she being chased by the egg man, no. The Walurus.
As she runs by the church where Eleanor Ribgy is picking up the rice,
a yellow submarine is submerging into a sea of green.
Imagine all the people around her saying theres no heavens
and that they tell the Walurus to let it be.
Wait, --Let her be.
Little darling, its to cold to be outside to be running!
Can't we all just come together?
Don't be afraid!
---OH NO---
Her name isn't Lucy!
It's Jude.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
i need you when im stressed, or just bored
you seep deep into my lungs
your nicotine leaves me craving you more and more everyday
how many of you do I need to be satisfied?
one, two, three, even four?
your smoke burns the back of my throat like fire burning wood
menthol, light or just plain
you're all great.
with your dizzy head rushes teasing me
lasting only a minute
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
I run through the lanky corridor; the essence of death is close behind
my black eyeliner is running down my cheeks, I wipe my face; it smudges
someone-no something is grasping my arm
I'm not afraid anymore, in a trans I turn towards the tall mysterious figures
dark eyes, long face, a cruel expression dispersed on its face
blood drips from my eyes as I go crashing to the cold wet floor
stabbing pains run along my back with ever spine chilling crack
blood pours while my mother cries, the face disappears and I die.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Dreams,
symphonies of sounds, and arrangements of metaphoric surrealism
the hibernation of ones mysterious thoughts and deepest actions
a psychedelic wonderland of white rabbits frolicking down holes, a time warp of madmen
the thought of being chased by dark shadows in the mind of monsters that hide under the foot of the bed.
Dreams,
a stew of emotions boiling and biting at our ankles, a *** of acid-spiked visions so unclear
a world where billows of color mix and mutate
the tall man chasing us young children through scenes of disruption and everything within us as mortal beings
where buddhist pray and the sun shines, leaping over peace pigmented hills, filled with hysteria and delirium
the dreams that have left me uneasy and the dreams that leave me wanting more
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC