Yggy - Hello Poetry

Yggy Nov 2016

Mercurial tongue of a backwards dog
Lapping up waters in the bog
Conjured up impermeable smog
Then wondered why no one could see

Unhealthy lungs, the guns of God
Croaking out like swamp frogs
Whispered in, the heavy fog
Then wondered why they stopped breathing

o+

Yggy Nov 2016

Food makes everything better

Married to the criminal;
Married to the saint.
Eventually the dreams are grinded;
Seasoning for the steak that
finds its way to the plate
Every single night.
When will I wake?, you say
as you take a bite.
'Tis all, I'm afraid, she replied
as she raised her knife and
portioned out her life.

A tear fell away;
The steak was seasoned, right?
Just another day,
A husband and his wife.

Yggy Nov 2016

Out of style -

You've clothes that need to be hung out
And dried by the sun

The sun bakes away the rains
Regardless of the season

If it's cold, the cold winds that blow
Off of the seaside

May take them all away
And send them on high

Higher than the yard-lines
So high you'd think they'd fly away.

Oh, my.

Soon they'll come down
Like fashionable weather

Laid in disarray among
The lines to which they were tethered

You'd say you could've done something
To make things turn out better

But what else could you do, but
Put the two together?

Keep an eye on the weather
(Regardless of the season)
Invest in better pins
(Found by the seaside)
Plan ahead for the puddles to come
Made by the clothes to be hung

Schmilsson

Yggy Oct 2016

A Letter

To the walking scar of the eagle star,
You really haven't made it far.
You keep on finding ways to believe
There's reasons you should keep breathing.
From the trees you **** the air,
Stand on life without a care,
**** your waste into the water,
**** away your hopes and bothers.
Grime- and barb-encrusted bone
Without a hole, without a home,
Wandering post-happiness
Looking for a frog to kiss since
Fantasy is all that's left
In that body, soul-bereft.
You will die, alone, afraid
Time and again, day by day.
Ripped apart by your sentiments
Out-dated, almost archaic,
You fall from grace, all good outshone
By hate you let flourish and grow
Deep down, rising up to scratch
The surface, and just like a match
You are consumed by your own design,
Blotting out all the lines.

You are alone, and you are afraid.
You know, all of this, you made.
You see what your efforts wrought,
What your neglect brought, what your lies bought.
You will die, alone, knowing
The winds of change will keep on blowing,
Over you

And away

Dear star, don't be afraid.
The wings of strange creatures such as you are,
Mangled though they may be,
Will take you somewhere comforting

Eventually.

Yggy Oct 2016

THEY WERE KICKING

I still laugh at jokes that
weren't for me, from
people that would
**** me if they
could;

People
that hate me
for all the right
reasons. If I could
change things, I would.

Just kidding

I give up and give in to the dead end wishful thinkin. It's clear I made a mistake, you can't relate, everything is ******* great for you and I'm happy for ya but I'm also irate, for heaven's sake I can't seem to quit this dead end wishful thinkin, hopin maybe one day will be like yesterday or so it seems. It's been several years, actually, those things I cling to that were reality then but now dreams I give up I give in but I can't I can't win I have nowhere to begin and you were the last loose end.

I am a sail without wind
I am a snail with a shell crumbling
I am a lightbulb, broken to bits,
Exchanging hits with the darkness
With light like spit in the eye of the god who is I and has ****** this carcass to punishment through stark comparison of what was what could've been what is and what will be since I am stuck on this wishful thinking

I give up I give in, so I say but here I stay in death forever lasting. ******* and **** me too, I choose to abuse myself ruthlessly otherwise I'll have no engine to keep going. You'll never read this and I continue knowing you'll never see this and I keep going lower like a limbo extremist blowing my spinal discs and heart chakra faucets accruing costs monstrous that I'll never get cleared up like acne on the face told to cheer up with a body old and seared n burnt like a piece of meat never turnt like a new leaf, I tear up knowing you'll be another figment in this story of my existence and all my wishful thinkin will never break through the ******* I do on a regular basis. I'd love to drop you like a cancer stick but you Are the cancer laced in my being fully from the ceiling to the basement, if you ever chose to ignite and show me your true sentiment I'd be ashes in a matter of seconds.

Just do it like nike. Tell me I'm a ******* so i can die swiftly. Tell me in a picture or a short sentence, nifty. Just tell me so I can go quickly. A thought of you lifts me but I hit the bottom of the rock bottom so drop the reality on my dead head and crush me so my soul can squeeze out as elegantly as old play dough and get full crispy so the wind could maybe ******* out somewhere pretty where nobody will miss me, just some odd color on the wings of the lunar flow, glow died low and no longer slowly writhing just tell me so I can know my time is up and quit winding up old gears and crying old tears. The years have not treated me well I am in hell, so open the gates so 'falling' can be 'fell'.

Yggy Oct 2016

Untitled

The epitome of sorry
The ****** of cliche
A solo-YOLO party
That's already seen its day

What's left is all the damage
Empty bottles, puke stains
Signs someone couldn't manage
Their life gone astray

"I'm living to the fullest;

Look how fast I'm running away."

Yggy Oct 2016

To Go:

Neither one can be too loud, no they can't let eachother know they're functioning.
Outside, there forms a crowd. You can't let them know you've been eating.

They both sit in silence,

Waiting.

Waiting on the other

to go.