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 Aug 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
Pull me from make believe scenes with your gentle rap-rapping,
As the young sun spreads himself against an aging sky.
Fill my heart with your song and a calm tap-tapping,
While morning dew flowers from my dirt bed eyes.
I can feel your notes, soft like feathers as they touch me
Grazing against
The lingering darkness of the night.

And for a moment in time,
I feel as if I'm connected
To Nature and Her vibe;
Like I'm rooted in Her life
Until the second you decide to fly-
Away and above with me, a worm
Above and away, till another day.

-SLuR
 Jun 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
I felt it crumble in my palm,
I held it for a little too long,
It got so warm...
Like a beating heart,
Before it started to fall apart.

I saw it rise before it fell,
Into itself, creating hell
It burned to ash on my table,
Its mark, so dark, lies there still.
Another underwhelming failure.

My last attempt, I think I've got it
I've sprouted life right from my pockets.
The right amount of breath
Of tears, and sweat.
Look at that, after years,
They're even sentient!
My first accomplished experiment.
I hope this proves to be time well spent.

O' woe! What a naive fool,
The creatures started out so promising,
Now they're only interested in technology.
They cut down my trees,
**** their own species.
My precious animals are being slaughtered
Until they're extinct.
It makes my eyes bleed,
These crimson tears sting.
A failure is all I'll ever be...
My greatest creation was all imagination,
This world I've made is full of hatred,
My effort was wasted.
I'll roll it into the garbage bin,
To rot away with try one and try two
And sadly, I shall start anew.

-SLuR
 May 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
Drain me like a mosquito,
As your words bumble in my ear.

"I was never here, never here, never here..."

Disappear like a mosquito,
As I peel away itching skin.

Your buzzing I never hear, never hear, never hear...

-SLuR
Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are sleeping
like baby lizards in their caves. Breathless from
a day of pillage. Restful after a time of destruction.

Somewhere, on the other side of the hill, a boy
is playing in the woods. Caressing his manhood,
he becomes a symbol of self appreciation.
Be quiet. Don't disturb the boy in his game.
It is his only means of achieving satisfaction.
A reaction would disturb the molecules from
their expected conclusion.

The boy does not realize how close he is
to potential danger. If he awakens the
dragons, he awakens his death.

Shhh. Tell no-one. The dragons are dreaming
of future conquests. Illusionary REM's of human
body parts dancing in their heads. Helpless
after a day of mass frustration. Hopeless
after a time of complete desolation.

The boy is finished his game. He smiles
to himself at his clever disguises. Yesterday he
was a soldier in the war of indifference. Today
he is a hero, a legend in his own mind.

He screams in abandoned pleasure. He
yells because he can. Racing through the woods
until he comes upon the entrance to a cave.

Takes a breath, than slowly enters in.
The dragons are no longer sleeping. They are
preening their scales in preparation. Their red
soul-less eyes look at the boy. The boy, with
his brown empty eyes looks at the dragons.

None of them make a move.

Each of them recognize the emptiness of the other.
 May 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
We swarm around this earth,
Like flies on a carcass.
Laying eggs in this decaying nest,
Letting our maggots eat everything that's left.
From the inside out, leaving a hollowed core
We've rid this land of all that's pure.
Chaotically, we fly
Towards the light we use to hide
All of this darkness. Ignorance,
Is our spirit's harness,
That we use to lift us up to heaven.
To escape our planet's life recession.

-SLuR
 May 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
I was born of nothing
But an inkling of lust
Coaxed by liquor,
And notions of love.
Filthy lies of love.
There was never any love,
But it proved to be enough.

I was conceived of nothing
But thoughts of intimacy-
No. Invasion of privacy
Brought about by body heat
A byproduct of talking *****
And drinking forties, combined
With whatever they were snorting.

What a lovely story,
Fit for fairytales
Of ***** and ale.
The naked devil
Baring all of his evils.

I was born of nothing
But intoxicated 'loving'.

-SLuR
 May 2016 what a waste
Slur pee
Waterfall eyes watching
Kaleidoscope skies,
Clouds blend into blue,
My tongue dances for you
Behind grinding teeth,
Where my secrets creep.
Your tongue invades eagerly,
As your poison slowly seeps
Graces my cheeks,
And crawls down my throat.
A fatal kiss that pulls me
To another world,
Tried to pay the toll, but
I can't figure this out.
There's a bad taste in my mouth
And all my emotions flew down south.
Even though it's not winter,
On my spine I feel a shiver
Dancing down my vertebrae
As you pick, my scrambled brains.
My mind served on a silver plate,
Your forks scratch and scrape
At fragile tissue
That drives me insane.
Matter that I misuse
Worrying about trivial issues.
Following the yarn to the ball,
To unravel it all.
The source of my pain
Reduced to nothing but string.



I don't care what they say,
You're still fun to me.

-SLuR
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