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Death-throws Apr 2015
Buckle in, actually **** it take the buckles out of the car
Who cares I've given up,
Lets wrap ourselves  in tinfoil instead,
Not so the government can avoid reading our minds
But more over so everyone can see we've tossed them out the window
Gone with the
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Oh how unfortunate
My mind was delicate like silk but you wore me like weather
Does my age show? like velvet left in the rain
My shirt is covered in stains but its o.k!
Mad Hatters Make Maddening Hats Madder
We have literally nothing to loose but whats left of our corpses
Because our souls ran long ago, with the wind form our lungs
Buckle in your heart my fallen angel its all you have left
Get ready for the roller coaster with no brakes
We've opened Hades
We've ****** with Pandora's box
We burnt all of our bridges,
But in the this desert island we've dug out of the ocean
with plastic buckets and spaces

In this space we have made our beds my dear
We've stepped to far, Done too much , I fear.
Its time to sleep in the mess we have made
along with our blades and spades
And see if it isnt too much to bare
im done here
(an edit of an old poem i wrote, enjoy :)
Death-throws Apr 2015
Sometimes I'm high
and way of in the sky
I find peace
tripping out of classrooms and landing on my front teeth
spilling **** water like secrets i wasn't meant to tell

Sometimes I'm too high
and The clouds ripple around my head like mountain peaks
scrapping the ******* sky
sky scrapers got nothing on me i use them as shoes scrappers
take the **** of my feet,

Sometimes I come down
and i transform, curling into a space plane
sub sonic I'm pealing back the atmosphere,
red hot to the touch my existence is on another plane
more often then not though...
i wish i as here

Sometimes I just need a hit
just one,
please
Keep me up
I don't want to go down
I dont want to fall again,
because my fingers are singed and my hair reeks of smoke
my clothes are *****, and my pokets lined with coke

I love you,
no
not you
her.
in my cone peice
in my lungs


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I ******* hate you, i mean it, i mean them , ****  
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Tears of pure, from a life unfair.
For she who knows, of sorrow and sadness,
Shall forever awaken from this nightmare,
And exit this realm of eternal madness.

A world shrouded in perpetual night.
Sitting here as i patiently wait,
For someone to save me from the fading light.
Hoping thy savior shan't arrive too late.

The ever growing sadness inside your soul,
Everything making it increasingly hard to cope.
For you to be happy is my only goal,
To change the trajectory of this saddening *****
Death-throws Apr 2015
Introducing someone to poetry is like
rubbing steel on concrete
the grit makes sparks,
and the sparks grow and glow
and though the steel is dull,
and the back abiss of its coloration can be depressing
still the sparks glow
still they grow
but this time, with *vengeance
Death-throws Apr 2015
A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write
Death-throws Apr 2015
Take a little bit of this girl,

I will show you what I'm on,

is this  not the beginning of something ?

It feels like we're living too fast to fall asleep,


Take a little hit of this girl,

I will show you the way tonight,

And I promise,

That this could be everything you needed,

This could be everything you dreamed of,

And I won't waste a minute of time that we're living

I won't waste a day less I'm wasting my days with you,

I won't waste away less I'm wasting away with you,
Death-throws Apr 2015
I
Who watches the watchers
when  we have nothing left to watch
gone are the trees
weve left them all to rot
because the plants in my  window box are cut from plastic blocks
and the spite in my eye is free of charge,I've gathered it in locks  
and though their screaming of an oil spill , down along the docks
ill skip down  in my new  4x4 and cry about whats been lost

II

Im a hypocrite in progress
a fracture thats yet to show
and though my skin is smooth as wood, through uranium i shall glow
ive carved my bow from granite rock,
and counted all ive gained
because although as a race, we march and advance, i cant help but think where drained

III

gone are the days where i feel so safe that i can dance and sing,
and through  the fields explosions shall shriek and my ears will harp and ring
i am not afraid to loose my life
for what i believe is just
i just hope that if i walk no more,
it wont all turn to dust
rhymes! rhyme
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