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Sometimes Starr May 2023
Wax on our fingertips,
Glitter on your cheeks.

What's it like to be you?

We were in a cardboard box in the backyard,
In between the autumn leaves

The smell of construction paper
And sticks of glue.

I wondered alone,
What's it like to be you?

It's pink and it's blue.

Your bones are so slight,
And mine are just plain.

At first an aversion
Now the spike of my brain.

I don't know why I want to kiss you,
I just do.

But what's it like to be you?

Passions thrummed inside my veins
One of trillions wondering things
Then suddenly you culminate
And like a feather you float within my fate
Lost in my pupils, they dilate.

And suddenly, I know what it's like to be you.

I put on the cat ears and do my thing.

I cut my skin,
I show up late.

I killed myself for Babs and Kate.

The stuttered monologuing State.

The emo kid without a shape
My personality, obliviate
The 29 year old I macerate

That's okay, I hate this poem,
That's okay
I hate this poem
That's okay
I hate this poem
That's okay
That's okay

That'******>
Sometimes Starr May 2023
The things we do inside don't matter,
A sick twisting of the mind.

Cut off the circulation at strategic points
Devour the self
And dream your pleasure.

This is not an admission of sin
This is an innocent protest
There are some things I would never do
And that's how I got you.

This is not heaven
It's my refusal to go to hell
I scoop my brains back into my head
And get on with living.

It feels good.

Veins ******* veins,
You know it doesn't matter
We end up with a face
We end up in a shape.

I want to have *** with you
I don't wanna get married
And you can't have a baby that wasn't already there.

But what if this is wholesome,
And I was just in my darkness?

I can feel my organs bulging in space
Boasting and cowering
Squelching and squirming

I am a sick man

I hold together my viscera with an idiotic pride
No one likes me, not really
Not even myself

I am something wrong with the world
The only thing that's right
When you claim it's yours
And try to rob me of the light

And heaven knows you will
But they never asked to lie
Those poor conquerors of hell
That doomed wretch of a spy
Sometimes Starr May 2023
I'm a lost cause, love
Every argument
Buried in eternal silence

Now I'll scar my brain
I will waste away
And forget the taste of trying

I really loved you
It was the last time I felt alive
But I was broken
Now I'll twist myself some more

And it was my fault
Should have recognized
What you tried to give to me

I will mutilate myself
I was never meant to love
Sometimes Starr May 2023
I need you
To dissect me
A little animal
With my skin so free

I didn't wanna fight
With my sustenance
You make me wanna cry
You're injustice

And I need you
To dissect me
Figure out my brain
When I try to sleep

And I need you
To direct me
Shepherd of the sun
Need some guidance please

The whole world wakes up...

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE.
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
AND I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

I need you
To eject me
A bitter little pill
Called empathy

Make it count
A 123
Take me out
When it's hard to breathe

And I need you
Like you need me
A little old friend
Called Necessity

And I want you
To undo me
You're driving me insane,
What's my forking name?

And Wake Up!

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, YAY
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

We can make a sacrifice
On and on to darker times
Living in a memory
Anything and everything

We came here to analyze
Our relations through dead eyes
We are mutants in the sun
Look at what the world's become
....
SO WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

HYPERREAW,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WATER GETS DEEPER
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
Swarm down your sordid feathers,
And sanctify me with clipping beaks

I found myself prone,
I am the meal
And the discovery of my own ineptitude

Paralyzed and sunburnt,
A blossom of innards laying on my torso
I am a collection of adjustments
I am like a trunk full of doorknobs

And I know the sky is like a burst vein
With gnashing pain, the security's paid
Made cooler by the spirit of procrastination.

But today is the day
Oh, today is the day
When the vein finally busts and the sky's ripped away

Yes, today is the day.

I knew I'd see this side of us
Our whole lives spent trading faces.
So hold me to my lust
So mock my halo with your wings.

I knew I was a comatose salesman,
So let my dry tongue flop and sleep.
PROMPT 27: write your own poem titled The ________ of ________,
where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal,
and the second blank is an abstract noun.
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
With the sacred texts laying there
Ready to **** you
God stands ready to reap you
God will never **** you
Rapture not ****
Reap
We reap the bounty
We are not scolded
We stand alone
Like some cabal of nether beings
We are vicious
We are demonic
We are lost

We are sin
We are selfish
We are queer

We are Satan
We are God
We are everything

We are Dharmic
We are animist
We are the living dead

Motion motion motion
Motion motion motion
Physical law, physical awe
Wring it out a little more
And squeeze it to the side
We can make the desperate fit

This all has to mean something big
I mean really, really, REALLY big
It's better when it doesn't,
It's better when it doesn't

What kind of vortex am I looking into?
I'm starting to doubt you
Starting to doubt you're really ever there

Oh and I heard you want to be my wife
Well that would be lovely
I suppose I'll just scoop my brains off the floor
And put then back in my head
So I can listen to more of this beautiful music
About how my brain isn't very good at its job

And I told my GPS the other day it's not very good at telling me where to go
What are we doing
Why am I so **** stupid
A loser
An object of hate
Why am I what I am
I don't like it
You don't like it
We don't like it

I'm anti-art
I'm denatured
This is not going well
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
Your only love is a lie,
Lost, weary, dejected
A broken toy

Your only time is a waste
Black, stupid, dull, depressing
Watching fake pixies flying by

Tripping *****
Balling fists
We were not great
You were great.

Your only choice is the axe
Hack out your flowers,
Furrowed brow

The only things you want
Are the things you're not allowed.

We were selfish
That's what we always said.

We are divorced now,
And never meant to live
On the inside
Of anyone's poor head.
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