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Nov 2015 · 306
Electronica 2.0
what a waste Nov 2015
She's got cool aid in her veins
Neon pouring through the rain
She's a dream I wish I had
A disease I'd rather spread
I've been craving her since the 80's
Like a cowboy gone******* crazy
Climb inside my head, Alison
Let me be your wonderland instead
All these flashing lights
Dancing off your skin
Neon pouring through the rain
She's got cool aid in her veins
Nov 2015 · 7.7k
Green Eyed Monster
what a waste Nov 2015
Whirlpool of insanity
the beast stands coy
bound to humanity
A sadist and her toy
Fear its brutality

Our fists churn like
tides of a blood-lusted sea
Saliva soaked spite
rhapsodizing over gluttony

It's never enough
we wan't it all
The world we corrupt
a sadist and her rag doll
Matriarch of the puppets
Nov 2015 · 376
Work Boots and a Cape
what a waste Nov 2015
I'm losing my mind one
misplaced thought at a time.
The negativity of endless possibilities
surround me like a crowd of zombies
foaming at the mouth with doubt...
as if I ran out.
A misguided soul, fresh outa high school,
too young to know about the real world
and all the people in it
who'd rather see you out than in it.
I must of missed the memo
back when my parents
were still trying to keep things simple.
That was me five years ago, full of hope,
wanting more outa life than a 5 x 5 cubicle.
Time flies when you're contemplating suicide behind fake smiles and white lies -
hollow hellos and forever goodbyes.
Days turn to faces you don't wanna meet,
so you try to run 'n' hide, but can never
get more than a mile before realizing
you're still trapped inside your own mind.
I think of you a lot and all the promises
we made when things got rough;
the **** we said to each other
when we were truly free from thought.
Raw heart beats and ice cream
going together like
peanut butter and jelly...
I used to love you... I used to love me.
It's funny how life can change
due to a simple exchange,
an insignificant display of atoms
rearranging their state
to escape the pain of decay;
not knowing tomorrow
might just be a better day.
I stumble over these letters
like they were I's
connected at the hip
which formed a ladder
and no matter how high I climb them,
all I ever seem to do is blabber.
I can't help feeling like i'm going about this the wrong way.
Am I the molecule out of place
or the simple exchange?
Free write
Nov 2015 · 644
Apple Seeds and Sardines
what a waste Nov 2015
What's today when they're all the same
These walls became a grave
white paint chipped thin
and this room's caving in
and I can't think of my name
Now who am I supposed to blame

What's tomorrow when you can't win
Johnny Appleeseed - my only sin
I'm not ashamed
I swear I can explain
I forgot just how to swim
Now where am I supposed to exist
Oct 2015 · 188
Untitled
what a waste Oct 2015
I've lost all sense of what's to come,
long before I came to be.
Oct 2015 · 231
To Ponder
what a waste Oct 2015
How many poets have I driven mad?
The solemn drum of their pen
etching marble wings with brass hands
as they run away in their dreams
with I, the strength of their stance
Like trickling of water
the question does erode
Oct 2015 · 328
The Innocent
what a waste Oct 2015
The subtle wind
behind morning fog
A dewdrop grin
grows upon the young
It's cultivated hate
which lays wait
beyond the sun
The way they flock
is all but gone
In time of need
they will come
One by one
it won't be long
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Preaching Vs. Poaching
what a waste Oct 2015
Would I receive praise
if I told you God does not exist
or would you crucify me
and stand for all he's against?

White-out fills the worn  pages
you so carelessly thumb
Pretending to be a saint
Preaching with a gun
I think I'll skip the sermon
I'd rather not bark at the moon
Oct 2015 · 305
Blowing Minds
what a waste Oct 2015
I hope you fall in love with
my words; dancing to the curve
of the petals I pluck from the air.
So I can hold you to them like a gun.
Placing the bitter metal against
your skin, freeing you from the
world they've been dying
to keep you within.
Oct 2015 · 1.3k
Crumpled Notebook Sheets
what a waste Oct 2015
Stop pretending
you're something you're not.
You're treading on flesh you'll never touch.
You're playing with words
at your own expense.
This pen can't even puncture the surface.
What makes you think
they'll respect the scratches it left?
Quit before it's too late.
Give up and call it fate.
You were never destined for greatness.
Oct 2015 · 242
But It Isn't
what a waste Oct 2015
When I write,

                    I do so as if my voice
                                                           ­     
                                                  was loved by all
Oct 2015 · 374
Electronica
what a waste Oct 2015
She's got cool aid in her veins -
neon pouring through the rain
A lighthouse heart with red lips
shooting straight from the hip
I've been craving her since the 80's
like a cowboy gone******* crazy
A hundred million blue balloons
lift me straight up to the moon
I can see earth and all its pretty
lights when I look inside her eyes
Oct 2015 · 221
Lay Me Down
what a waste Oct 2015
She kinda laughed
as I flipped the hourglass.
"Nothings gonna save you,
not even the god that made you."
I've been playing with fire ever since.
Oct 2015 · 330
How Appropriate
what a waste Oct 2015
I'm eating tiny stars
with planets in orbit
hoping to absorb any
life that may be dormant
Like a flare at night,
the black painted sky
of the sea inside my mind
shines, if only for the moment
If only for a moment
the neurons fire
and I feel alive
The neurons fire
I feel alive
The neurons fire
and I am alive
If only for the moment
Oct 2015 · 283
Sour Soup
what a waste Oct 2015
It's ok to run
To pretend right along
We're just having fun
All these shiny guns
It's safe to say we've won

Internet fed
Tastes like monkey bread
So come on ahead
Pretend right along
We're just having fun
All these shiny guns
It's safe to say we're numb
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Mammal in the Mirror
what a waste Oct 2015
Punching mirrors
to breach the barrier
between you and me

Show me that
black hole heart, friend
let it consume us

Chew through
the lines you've drawn
with my hand

This predates catastrophe
our faceless meditation
taste like apple seeds

I'm losing touch,
but I like the rush
we should ****
Oct 2015 · 839
The Sting of Anxiety
what a waste Oct 2015
Gridlocked teeth keep gritting
Blistered cheeks keep splitting
A ******* freak who keeps spinning
I think they think I'm thinking
My dreams are drowning
I think they think I'm quitting
Ice Giants wage war
My hands are losing
Mythical beings try science
My nerves are bruising
If my life was a string
Their theory would be confusing
Oct 2015 · 216
If Only
what a waste Oct 2015
If only I could travel
as fast as the data
that connects us
Maybe then the distance
wouldn't seem too far

If only I could rearrange
the matter inside our star
I'd plot you out a message
that could be read from any altitude

Then maybe you'd understand
what it is I'm trying to say to you
If only - If only
Oct 2015 · 529
I'm Dumb
what a waste Oct 2015
Down;
Down are the words I use
to fill my heart
A blade of grass cut to last
Torn apart - sort the mess

Up;
Up is what I tell myself
when mourning starts
A worm contrast the bird can't grasp
Paramount - my up is down

Stick around; enjoy the sounds
Turnaround; my up is down
Stick around; enjoy the sounds
Turnaround; my up is down
Oct 2015 · 2.1k
Ancient Honey (10w)
what a waste Oct 2015
Extinction of fruit,
but I taste grapes on her lips.
Oct 2015 · 555
Crossing Wires
what a waste Oct 2015
She asked me
what I did for a living
I told her I was a surgeon
She asked me which kind
I told her I open up hearts
She smiled a white lie
then followed with a sigh
I don't think she realizes
that I meant I was writer
Oct 2015 · 516
1782 Blackburn
what a waste Oct 2015
I'm on the outskirts of hope looking in;
my hand strangling the head of a lantern.
Liquid wax bubbles into descent.
Midnight rain in 1782 Blackburn.
The breath of a behemoth breaks wind.
It reaches past distance and into my skin.
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Clarity
what a waste Oct 2015
Your head - the wave
and a pebble of sense
tripped across the surface
'til it found center
resting upon your gaze.
Wax eyes enslaved
by lesser words grew
and grew onto the shore
where tides brought forth
the only truth.
Oct 2015 · 562
HERizon
what a waste Oct 2015
Empty your heart
of its heaviest clay,
so I may build a road
that'll carry us away.
Oct 2015 · 765
Shady Science
what a waste Oct 2015
Her dark matter thoughts
consumed every last drop,
tearing down her reality
like a throwaway prop.
She fell to the breeze
and floated on all fours
to her bottomless abode,
where suns dissolve
and the moon does glow.
The friends inside my head
wan't to play along, but I'm afraid
she might dissect the frog.
Oct 2015 · 4.6k
Draco (Tadpole Galaxy)
what a waste Oct 2015
Life is an echo peeled
from the furthest star
a message in a bottle
waiting to be heard
And upon its reading
not a word rang free
for life is not a sound
but a motion which flees
Oct 2015 · 311
Homeless Poetry
what a waste Oct 2015
The days stuck together
like dewy tar against velvet skin
wearing through to my shadow
where life could have been

Months became monsters
half glazed bearing teeth
chewing through to my arms
where once I could reach
what a waste Oct 2015
I wore a smile
crafted from negligence
A paper-mache heart
burning at both ends
You asked of the things
that make me tick
to which I replied
The simplicity of it
Oct 2015 · 415
The Death of Creativity
what a waste Oct 2015
My thoughts became a ball
bouncing over preordained dialog
shuffling from end to end
leaving footprints condemned
A scattershot of expression
pointed at the back of my skull
For the sentences I spoke
fell from my mouth
like a rabid dog dripped foam
and within beat the heart
of a creative man's dying soul
Oct 2015 · 1.4k
Agoraphobia
what a waste Oct 2015
I was scattered
to the farthest reaching stars
Thoughts on thoughts
stacked like library halls
till the many pages formed a face
and with growing thrist
swallowed me down
into the endless night
of a dying black hole
I had lost all self control

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