bitter ****** taste,
Defeat.
On the back of one’s tongue
Waiting
Stomach acid-like
to get you
when you are most lulled into your self-centered world
to soak you to your core
in cold, cold water
but you, oh noble you
waisting so much time in youthful giddiness about the job well done
now see it wasn’t
can take it back
well, no you cant.
but you can move on
that is,
unless you drown yourself in it
defeat.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sure it's bad
Sure it's bad
Sure it's Bad
Sure it's bad
but I won't stop
till I'm ******* blood
sure it's Bad
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 5:26 AM UTC
God it is nice
lying
alone
in a big ol' bed
but
then again
it does
get a bit
tiring
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
Regret
It's one of those things
Get under your skin
Splinter-like
As ****** off as getting them
old-broomstick style
Aggravatingly , not
Because they're there
But rather from how you got them
Poor. Life. Decisions.
7pm blackout in the scheme of things.
******* off, or on, maybe.
And the worst part
always being
That
You
Can
Do
Everything
In your own ********* right mind
To forget, or to move on
You can change your attitude
Your view on life
To reflect the "new-and-improved"
You.
But it will always be there,
Regret.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
And a bitter trust
decrepit
debauchery to follow
stay tuned in
or channel change
6,985 finger-licken flavors
choose.
Call that pro choice
-pro league
And never, ever ever
whatever you ever do
never decide
if it's right for you
Becuase **** it
it is
At least that's what they
told
me
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Seldom thoughts flow these days
Caught, up
in the inky tar and the
off-white pages
with their lines, black lines
separating
word from word
line from line
thought from liquid reality.
Or some reality,
For words unwritten
and thoughts unchecked.
Lacking color and opacity,
Failure to communicate
that type block iceberg.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:19 AM UTC
You don't know what you got
'till it's gone.
As clichéd and overused a phrase
as anything I have ever heard.
And God, how I hate writing the clichéd.
But as true, is true, is true
you really don't know ****
until it leaves you.
Humorously enough though,
and I mean humorously in the most
ironic, sad-sacked way possible
it was I who broke it off.
In a nice way?
Hell no.
It was an over-the-phone
go **** yourself
that at the time I laughed at.
Well I still do.
But that's only when
I'm not looking at those
******* facebook photos
of her with another guy.
Sometimes I don't understand
my own sense of humor.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
Cold autumn day,
it seemed that the weather
decided to skip the fall
and move right into a cold and bitter rain.
Tapping down
on the hood of my jacket
and my rather-too-pronounced nose.
Stinging ever slightly,
I was distracted.
By the steam exiting my mouth
and the whine of a firetruck
racing off into the distance.
Distraction was taking me, reminding me
as cold and bitter as that rain.
I was not there.
I was half a year ago
with a girl I loved,
or perhaps didn't.
Together, on a twin mattress
listening to the patter of a cold, bitter rain
tapping on the window.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 3:52 AM UTC
**** stinks but,
it is commonly known that
without **** you
cannot have flowers, and
without flowers you
cannot have love.
But who in the world
would want something
that they knew
came from ****
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 2:10 AM UTC
I have no inspiration
so I walk down my street
but being suburbia, I
have no inspiration so
I drive to the end of town
where I can be alone except
for the occasional car
driving by,
and the occasional bird that
flies by
and perhaps the rabbit that
skips through the dry grass
waiting for spring to awaken it.
I sit next to a barbed wire fence
on a little rock
crouching, slightly uncomfortable, taking
in the moment.
Still no inspiration.
Slowly the dusty afternoon gives way
to a dusty sunset and
night eventually takes the land in its
purples and reds
and blues. And
I sit there,
shivering in the cold Colorado evening
and think.
Still no inspiration.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 11:38 PM UTC