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 May 2019 Maia
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional naked, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 May 2019 Maia
Gamaliel
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 May 2019 Maia
Gamaliel
under his cold gaze,
she is naked and afraid;
blood wanting, longing
 May 2019 Maia
Alexa
"Never explain.
Your friends don't need it,
and your enemies won't believe you anyway"

But still, I explain.
To my friends
because they deserve
to know.

And
to my enemies
so that just in case
the believe me,
they don't go through life
believing
that when they called me
stupid
I agreed.
Just my thoughts at the moment.
 May 2019 Maia
ThePoet
• Words •
 May 2019 Maia
ThePoet
The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

©
 May 2019 Maia
Heather
The blood drained from my hands
And drained from my head
Ran to my heart

Racing, flashing, dancing

Your brought me to my knees hopefully for the last time
I blocked your number today and with that I had the worst panic attack of my life. I was just standing in the copy room and it hit like a bag of bricks, brought me straight to the ground. It was the last bit of anxiety as I finally stood up for myself. And it hurt, terribly,  to leave you behind.
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