dust and broken glass
an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet
on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges
must be envy of the holes
that light wont seem to pass through
it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows
getting duller and duller by the minute
a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling
and jump towards the creaking floor
smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint
you could say it's falling apart
a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains
on what used to be a couch
and some *** soaked glass shards
join what was a window
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
I refuse to get my hair cut
so I can go by the name Samson
or maybe it's the other way around?
not that it even matters but
I do enjoy to think
about pointlessness mostly
or rather: pointless stuff
or rather: all of the above
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
words I vaguely recall
I've heard it before but can't remember when
the father I'm related to says vaguely too
so that's at least two things we have in common
I remember when I got high with your friends
outside that abaddon-ed building
and I squashed a dead pigeon with a brick
well I'm sorry to tell you but I'd have done that sober
but I'm scared to tell people the truth
because they get scared when I tell them
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
if I had a car
I'd crash it
just for a new excuse to be late
though no one really expects a reason
because I do it far too often these days
I suppose I can be excused on the grounds of apathy
but that always feels like a cop-out
since I doubt anyone else really cares either
but they're on time all the same
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
I've been screaming into the void
but it's started ignoring me
I'd stare into the abyss
but I don't like how it's looking at me
I wasn't really listening to you
I heard about 50% of that maybe
and I never sing the chorus
because I like to pretend that it's about me
luck has paid up-front
but time is a little short
I'm afraid I wont be here for long
so let's share a root-beer float
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
I still don't know where I'm headed
but I don't want to admit that it kinda scares me
and I always said I'll die young
I'm not quite sure if I truly meant it
because I just want to be content
happiness gave up on me first really
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
connect the dots
with the stars
on my ceiling
wasting seconds
into minutes
into hours
into nothing
why even bother
looking for pitiful meaning
there's no force behind these words
just hollow nothings
endless seeking
limitless potential
lacking in conviction
what's the point in beginnings?
when the end comes so swiftly
such inefficient lives
so much effort
yet so fleeting
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
connect the dots on your skin
drawing an uncommon star map
cos darlin I'm losin sleep
I don't even have time for a cat-nap
this all feels like a dream
and not the good kind
I don't know what I'm saying
I think I'm losing my mind
perhaps that's hyperbole
maybe I've worked the truth out
I'm still awake and it's a miracle
but those are what I'm all about
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
gold dust fills my eyes
and the pain stops my dreaming
but the colour stays the same
it's hue never fading
if I cry it'll all be washed away
it's a shame I can't seem to
so I'll swap my eyes with someone else's
just so I can keep on seeing you
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
the smell of a rose I've never known
doesn't that sound romantic
but I've truly never smelt such a flower
so it's daisies I'll compare you to
a chain of happiness
(that I've failed to make)
wrapped around my head
like a halo of corpses
but I don't point that out
I don't want to upset you
that's why I'm not totally honest
I suppose it's not a lie either
none truths just make me feel guilty
upset that I can't be straight with you
so on the next special occasion
I'll hide my feelings with a bouquet
tie a bow around flowers that say:
"I think you're pretty great"
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC