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Destre' May 2015
He calls himself a man
but he dosent deserve the title
I call him an it
For he has no right to the stick between his hips
Castration
Maybe thats the key
is it crude to say I'd do it slowly?
Id take joy in listening to his every Shrill scream
I need to stop,  before I really start to scheme
Maybe its mean
but I never claimed to be nice
And honest
If you knew
I think youd think he deserves it to
Nothing but a thought
Destre' May 2015
Life is funny: completely filled with unspoken, sometimes unnoticed, irony
Destre' May 2015
What I wouldnt give
for just a minute with you
im sure it wouldn't go anywhere tho
You wouldnt say much
Because you dont know me
and thats the natural thing to do
But your writtings make me think
Opens my eyes to things unseen
yeah it like speaks to me man
Hey, shut up thats not what I mean
but thats exactly what you mean
So what if it is
I dont mean to sound odd
but I find you quite intriguing
Im sure you're just a normal person
anything but normal
But your kind of my idol
I wonder what id do,
if I had a minute with you
Id probably just stand there,
not knowing what to say
youd Think im weird
you are weird
Because id draw a blank
Id have a million things on my mind
But if you ever said hi
Id be instantly shy
What dose one say to someone they idolizes
Good thing I have a long time to think about it
Im not someone theyd ever recogniz

...does this whole thing sound creepy? Its not ment to..
Destre' May 2015
My Words
My thoughts
my lines
None of it works
Some of it rhymes
is it even supposed to rhyme?
It takes up so much time
wasted time?
Maybe
But I like wasting my time
With little notes and little rhymes
A thought here
And a doodle there
but whats the point?
Does there have to be a point?
Cant we just be
Cant we speak and laugh and doodle and rhyme  
And all chime in together to have a good time
Without there really being a point?
I believe your rambling again
Yes, yes I know
My apologies and good day
misses and misters
Good sir's and good ma'am's
Oh goodness, im making no sense again
This should probably go directly into the trash
But ill share it anyway, simply because I can
Destre' May 2015
When our eyes met
blue to brown
And a smile played across your lips
In the midst of the lights and screaming fans
we stood *hand in hand
went to my first concert lastnight, was absolutely amazing, especially because of the people I was with
Destre' May 2015
Dee-ee-ay-tee-aych
Du-eh-thh
It roles off my tounge
Du-eh-thh
Is is this the end?
Maybe its only just begun

Just the word instills fear
Du-eh-thh*
Makes them shake
Quiver
Shiver
Even shed a few tears

Am I wrong to think its beautiful?

Du-eh-thhhh
Peace and Freedom
"freedom from what?"
  Life my friend
Life and all its fake 'happily ever afters'
  How can you possibly expect us to mend?
To pick up the shity peices and put them back together again
  Were like bats who have frogotten how to hang in the rafters
We dont no how to cope
  We will be the end
How can there be any happily ever afters
  Im afraid ive lost all hope

Am I going insain?
Or am just reaching clarity

Du-eh-thh
Dark
Quiet
Nonexistance
gone

They see it as the end
You see, but even just the word roles off your tounge
Ah, yes myfriend
Its all just begun
Dont you see?
Death is the only way to go
Its The only way to truely be free
Im done with society
Why cant we just be
Destre' Apr 2015
I'm not making much sence these day's
Someone will say somthing and my mind gose off
Down the street-up the stairs-across the hall-out the window-through the tree
scrape, cutt ... oops
to the clouds-through the sky
Hmm, down below it all the people look so small
I wonder if ... wait, who said what again?
That doesn't make any sence
Am I making Sence?
I haven't said anything?
oh... right, ya, that was all in my head
Sorry, it seems these days im not making any sence at all
Does that make sence?
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