D.  N.  A.
do not antagonize

i am hopeless

Have you ever thought about swimming in honey?
Or how mermaids give birth?
Or why we were all made?

rainbows
make
me
sad

Skate. Smoke. ***.

Shoot the kids,
frame your wife,
hang them all.

Emptiness fills my mind...

why do people say April showers bring May flowers?
this year we had April snow.
would the May flowers be snow flakes?

Please...
           just...
                 come...
                          back...

I...
am...
      falling...
i feel like i fall every time i go somewhere,
and come home,
and all...
            the...
                 time...

Soft hands,
kind eyes.
Strong arms,
smooth voice.
Hard chest
enclosing me.

why even try

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

                            -William Ernest Henley

I hate how people always say, "It's gonna be ok" or **** like this.

how can people change their minds in two seconds?

Bugs crawling all over you.
They were just the eyes of your haters.

See them ****** knuckles,
hear the evil chuckles.
We got swollen eyes
cause we're all guys.
Starting beef,
we all have chipped teeth.
Split lips,
punch and trip.

Her lips were sewn together by her lover.

thong and bra.
Black is the color of my soul.
Lacy shows how incomplete I really am.

Coe novinha bora fuder?
Now tell me, who knows what this means? (And it's in Portuguese.)

Facebook,
Messenger,
Instagram,
Snapchat,
Twitter, and
What's App.
But which one can we post poems on...?
Hello Poetry.

He would let her out, but she always had on a leash.

Zombies are gross, dead, smelly, and evil.

But...

Zombies are not gross, or dead, or smelly, or evil.

They are us.

we scream because we're scared
we cry because we're sad
we shout because we're upset
we giggle because we're excited
we talk because we're bored
we yell to get attention
but,
why do we whisper...

I am a doodler.

Today I sketch in Art,
doodle on homework,
and draw on myself.
(Even though I get in trouble for it)

Tomorrow I will create logos,
outline tattoos,
and draw on myself.
(without getting in trouble)

I am a doodle artist.

Beat up sneaks,
ripped jeans.
Short shirts,
and bein mean.
Smoking hand-rolled cigarettes,
driving down the countryside.
Hand out the window,
wind in our hair.

Sitting on the hood,
gazing at the stars.
All around the bon fire,
roasting the marshmallows to goo.
Riding on his shoulders,
eating cotton candy.
Going on all the fair rides,
we'll be young forever.

The world will get hazy,
your lids soon lazy.
Small doses of me will do that.
Velvety soft texture I have,
cut with a knife I can.
As chill as a killer in a crowd,
but in seconds I will corrode.
As crumbly as a cookie,
the silver-white color of snow.
The medal for highest heat capacity
was unto me bestowed.
Pop the pill,
swallow it down.
No more smiles,
no more frowns.
Black gives way to white.
Now what I see is right.

Bite your lip
to keep from crying.
Afraid you'll trip,
but want to stop trying.
Tying the rope,
checking the magazine.
Wanting to pop the pill,
hiding behind a screen.

Parents thought you were a star,
couldn´t see through the fog.
Now they know who you are,
your life was balanced out on a log.
All the thoughts in your head.
A clean white gown,
a ****** rose on your bed.
You see them all cry and frown.

They now know you´re gone.
Gone forever.