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I can see you as clear as I see myself

The difference is I want to save you

I want you to get old, and say it was just a phase

I want you you live

I want you to love

I want everything for you

Just like everyone wants everyting for me

I can see you as clear as I see myself
Colonel Lingus was a cunning linguist,
He would slither, and slobber and dribble,
With his tongue he would stroke, with a push and poke,
and a wiggle about in the middle,
Though the talk of the town, when he had his head down,
Not a word ever could be distinguished.

Colonel Lingus was a gourmet lover,
He would travel the world for its flavours,
But his favourite dish, sort of tasted like fish,
And he’d eat out with quite odd behaviours,
When he tasted sweet slimes, he would quiver with rhymes,
If you met him you’d never recover.

Colonel Lingus had a special interest,
He had mastered a delicate motion,
When he put it within’er, and then gestured ‘come hither’,
It was said he could summon the ocean,
So the ladies spoke highly, although often quite shyly,
But he played himself down like the simplest.
Nuclear skin, and eyes...
Chemically bent, to erode.

Set me afire, and watch me explode--
watch me...
let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.

I'm an active field...
Yielding blackened wheat,
for a [redacted] meal.

I'm an active field...
stealing slabs, of meat,
in lacerated weals.
Watch me...

let the ghosts, of your Chernobyl,
become my own, and haunt me.
I think it *****, but it was an experimental thing, I woke up with one line, burning in my brain. I am so intensely sun-fried and swollen, I feel radioactive; hence, the inspiration, for the poem.

I may repurpose the line, when I feel functional, again, and make something better, if  I can.
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To me
You were an ideation
A daydream
Then you became reality
A blissful presence
Then you became a story
One I hate to tell
And now
You pride yourself
On thinking you're even a memory
You fought your timeless crusade
only in search of a point of surrender
To be eased of the mindlessness
Rid of your deepest qualms
You fought almost to the death
With an army of nothingness
with invisible soldiers
who’s bullets have torn you apart
You fought valiantly
for all that you already had x
i'm afraid that i'm going to turn into you
i don't want to hurt people like that
i know everyone is afraid to become their parents but i really don't want to ruin someones life
If I rewrite the narrative,
make you say things you’d never-
it hurts a little bit less.

If I picture you sending my screenshots,
laughing with your friends
about how I’m pathetic,
it hurts a little bit less.

If I melt the candy coating off your words
and read them as they are,
my chest doesn’t feel as hollow.
The pages rinse free of hope,
replaced with finality.

If I say it was just a game,
and now I have to log out-
close the window, shut it down,
you’ll never log back in.

My lungs can fill with air again,
My eyes remain dry.
This grief stops sitting on me,
I can stop wondering why.

You’ll always be
my favorite book I picked up-
but maybe you were one
I was never meant to read.
I wish I hadn’t stitched you into all of my fabric.
There’s nothing to do that keeps you off my mind.
You are everywhere and nowhere all at once-
like a ******* ghost seeping into all my rhymes.
You bounce around the uncut grass
Nibbling weeds, chewing the foliage
Not a care in the world
Paying no mind to the conversations of the birds
No worries of the cars that pass, or the places they go
You've got one mission in mind
Finding the most delectable leaves

Sometimes you get a little skittish
Laying low for a moment
Perhaps you notice me watching
But soon you return to the quest
Filling that little belly full of summer greens

What a life it must be
Although I doubt I could enjoy it
I envy it, if only for a moment
A simpler way to exist
Constantly twitching your nose
In search of the finest vegetation
My little plot of land has to offer

Enjoy yourself, friend
You can always eat here for free
Warm sun
Cool breeze
Blue skies
Green grass
Rolled tobacco
Hot smoke
Head rush
Pure elation
Chirping birds
Fleeting critters
Rustling leaves
Lofi jazz
Record playing

I *******
Love June

34 years
Since my first

And my annual
Rebirth.
I only drown us more
When I reach for your light
Pull each other down deeper
Into the eternal night
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