Yggy - Hello Poetry

Yggy Aug 2016

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Bleed life dry, savior.
Set up shop and pay no rent.
Vacate the premise.

Go ahead, do it.
Leave me pondering "what if"s
An endless wallow...

Consider me gone.
There is nothing left for me
In this shell of fear.

Senryu

Yggy Aug 2016

Luck senryu

**** this funny bone.
It always finds a corner
Every single day.

Yggy Aug 2016

This is where the title is.

This is where the body goes.
Where are the brains?
Where's the heart n soul go?
It comes from within? Oh.
Way to make me feel stupid, bro.
I know I have those things,
Head chock full of tube grains,
Barely beating heart and
A black soul.

All this bearing is making me cold,
Like a bag of forgotten coal,
Dying to smolder and blow away;
Smother this stranglehold.
I don't have the words, I know.
I just know where the title is,
And I know where the body goes.

Yggy Aug 2016

bonfire.

In flickering light the fire drowned,

Peppering with crackle sounds

The egos of those standing 'round

As their walls came down.

Yggy Aug 2016

You're in

You must be jealous
Of my ability
To control my stream
Like a laser beam

You must be miffed
That I can scratch
As casually as my back
My holy sack

There must be envy
When, in the snow,
I write in cursive
My name in yellow

I must be mean
If I aim at you
Or maybe it's a blessing
Either way, they're just shoes

I usually sit
But I'm no lady
Call me crazy,
I'm just lazy

Just be glad
When you're aroused
You can walk around
Without walking funny,
hunny

Yggy Aug 2016

cliché

I love spending time
on these little writings, so
you can **** on them.

Don't be shy, now. Push.
Show me what you've got, what makes
you feel good inside.

Adorning cliché,
Polishing broken records:
That's how I spin now.

I'm not proud of it.
I think I'm dull, dry, sterile.
A filler, at best.

But please, spare no blow.
You are the only reason
these aren't my last words.

Senryus

Yggy Aug 2016

Untitled O

You were freaky as hell.
I remember that clearly, you
stood out like the sorest thumb,
hit by authenticity's ironic hammer.

So I tasted the **** and
ever-so-slightly veiled disgust
you were toting around like some
majestic plume in your ragged cap.

I don't know if it was just a joke, or
maybe you had some intuitive
glance at how freaky I'd be.
We'll never know now,

Will we?

Point being, I wonder what became
of the girl who let spiders crawl
all over her on her bathroom
floor. You still do that?
You dropped signs,
like maybe I was
some kind of
livestock
you were
planning on
cooking up all
for yourself, and
I probably wouldn't
refuse death by feast.
You were a shadow, then.
I think I can see you now.

But we'll never know now,

Will we?

O