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Bard Apr 2019
Eat the pain, Beat and batter
Cracked egg, Brain lost all matter
Scrambled, fried put on a platter

Nibble on a thought, Blend memories with fantasy
Seasoning fraught, Zero calories filling is apathy

Negative calories,  A crisp memory
Like Celery, A dish best unserved clearly
Pour on seasoning making memory peppery

Peppered with unreal delusional flavors
A mixture dancing on my mind I sit and savor
This dish laced with mindbending party favors
Bard Apr 2019
The family only ever hit me up for some money
Never gave a hand out they'd only bite it, its funny
A broken home, all claimin blood thicker but its runny
Never felt love I feel the rain even when its sunny

My father addicted to the pills and quick thrills
Drunk eyes vacant glazed over one day this will
**** he will leave me so I left him up on the sill
We don't speak no more cuz he just keeps poppin pills

My uncle the funniest coolest of guys
He robbed me and left me with lies
On me he pulled out the gun and knives
We meet it'll be the end of one of our lives

My aunt found happiness in a bottle
Her my grandmother would coddle
Her who would steal to sip from the bottle
Lost her kindness and heart now she wobbles

My mother whom I loved so dearly
Kicked me out and made me see clearly
Love isn't for me I know now sincerely
Even now I know she feels so guilty

My grandmother bipolar love disorder
Her love was always stuck on the border
But never for me did it ever falter
For the rest, though she was an enabler

Cousins addicted to **** and to theft
So many reasons for why I left
But now I just feel completely bereft
No family anymore their final theft
Bard Apr 2019
The more I lose the more I want
Worker drone nine to five an ant
Hard work and work ethics I'm at
Through these get what I want I cant
But what is the precedent
To follow for dead presidents
When this ******* is where I'm resident
When the filthy are filthy rich, the poor get bent
If it's given then my soul is collateral for the lent
Few years time a fortune robbed by the rent
But if I robbed the rich my life through bars spent
Slumlords lord over the country of hell we're sent
Born on the wrong rock nowhere to be went
The more that is taken the more complacent
People remain so ******* complacent
Because what can we do when heavens vacant
Patiently make payments to live as a patient
The right to live must be bought in this nation
Everyday suffer the degradation the debasement
How can we change it maybe start a riot radical agent
But we live thinking its all fine it'll all be fine so we cant
Pacified we watch people die right in front
But change no we just won't
Too scared so we just won't
Too dumb and numb our morals are absent
To **** a killer to protect another so adolescent
Being hopeful of future and change so adolescent
I want happiness I want freedom I want
To live for more than a check is what I want
To not live my life check to check is what I want
To live free of the heel on my throat, I want
To see others care for others, what I want
Is so selfish cause I want it all
Intoxicated Poetry
Bard Mar 2019
I'm gonna die soon all alone
Livin by myself and in my bones
I know I'm gonna die alone
My voice is stuck in a monotone

My soul has no tone its all gray
A boring voice with nothing to say
My heart can't take work and no play
While I'm growing older every may

Running out the clock, need more time
Losing out cause I need overtime
Just put me in a light that's lime
All this pain, what I let out in rhyme
Bard Mar 2019
To soon
It flows back
My own monsoon
Entry through the cracks
I sink, water rises
Stop think, must stop the crisis
Passing thoughts not enough to float
All this depth makes it so hard to breath
So many holes in the hull, stay afloat
Sail while bailing out in the water reflects death
I jump overboard not going down with the boat
Never thought that my life would become a shibboleth
Gasp on as with the strange tides even death may die, a misquote
"with strange aeons even death may die"- H.P. Lovecraft
Bard Mar 2019
Plotless courses in pointless lines
thoughtless forces act in frivolous times
portless ships lacking tackle and tact throw lines
Hopeless sailors searching for an age to live in time

An age of aggression and rebellion
An age of oppression and tyrant nations
An age of compassion and construction
An age of passion and affluent attractions

But time remains ageless and relentless
Freefall into the freeflow so senseless
No point to sail to nothing feels so restless
Charts and courses made, lines and paths on the formless

So many set sail forming a mass
Formlessness heaped upon formlessness
Overboard just as good as board overhead
To go down with your ship or jump to the next

Either way nothing gained and nothing lost
Just lost sailors with none to gain
Thinking about the future
Bard Mar 2019
Nothing is forever
Nothings end is never

Nothing will be there in the end
In the beginning nothing will I tend

Till nothing is all I shall reap
Nothing in my heart for me to keep
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