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1.4k · Apr 2015
Little Volcano
bleh Apr 2015
Dearest brother of mine,
As I look back in time
I remember all the moments you've blown up
I've been watching as your soul falls deeper into corruption,

You are like a volcano little brother,
and we are all just watching your peak smolder
Everyone is observing as you grow older
waiting for your next eruption.

The final explosion is my worst nightmare
You might do something without care,
Your actions driven by hate and anger
When it comes, your innocence will be in danger

My little volcano, you see everyone as an enemy,
just remember in the end you will always be loved by me.
1.4k · Mar 2015
Ode to Pie
bleh Mar 2015
Pie taste good.
No matter which type.
If you haven't tasted pie, you should.
If you ask why, It's cause' pie is all the hype.
Forget cake.
Cake is a ***** with all it's frosting and ****.
For those who haven't had pie, eat pie and your soul will finally be awake.
Eat pie and it will have you admit.
Pie is the best.
I'm bored and like pie, this is the outcome
637 · Mar 2015
What is love
bleh Mar 2015
A baby bird had fallen out of it's nest
His broken wing pinned against his chest,
In the darkness of night
The blonde girl had no sight,
But could hear a noise under the ford beside the curb.

She got her father to investigate
He reached down into the gutter by the tailgate,
Surprising them it was a baby bird newly hatched
His left wing needing to be patched,
She loved him.

They named him Curby for where he was found
Weeks later the poor thing still weighed less than a pound,
Her father promised it would be fine
But three days later the girl came home
to find the bird had died.

Five years later the girl is thirteen
Lost without her friends  the world is mean,
Her old friends were at a different school
Life was cruel,
But then she met him.

He lets her forget about all of the pain
She gets lost in his deep brown eyes
He was the only one who didn't treat her love as a game
With him she never cries.
Three years later he is just a memory
I was listening to  No Love by Eminem  when I wrote this that's why the tittle is what is love.  Yeah I dunno I was bored.
426 · Apr 2015
Simple
bleh Apr 2015
Take some advice kid,
Live life free. And ask questions,
Don't take any ****.
375 · Sep 2015
AUSTERE
bleh Sep 2015
I am a grape
On the lowest branch of vine
A sour green ball full of acids,
As I age the vines I reside on
They droop.
Lowering me closer
And closer to the ground
I am not there yet.
But as I grow more near and ripe
I know what awaits
Death.
An animal shall surely come to eat
Or maybe people, will I merely be consumed and be no more?
Or will they ferment me in a barrel
And I turn to wine?
-MMM&RMH
374 · Feb 2016
For B.B. and M.S.
bleh Feb 2016
It's getting harder to breath, as room to dream strinks. New ideas are more difficult to create as I age and my mind deteriates, the days of 16 killed the past self that I felt held the most potential. Now every time I close my eyes the only thing  i can remember are those blue eyes. In my paintings, the only colors I see are blue, red ,and gray. Your death transformed Halloween and Christmas to be dreaded dates. Stuck living in the past, trying to remember the curve of you face, depth of your eyes, and the sound of your voice, I ignore the future, for in time the trials of life have been turning me into a bitter morbid soul. I miss you.
363 · Mar 2016
Tattoo
bleh Mar 2016
Take a needle to my heart,
But not even this can thwart the pain,

Ink sets in,
Lapiz and green,
Blood flows for beauty is a gruesome thing.

Left over images,
Bruised leathered skin,
As a cold steel hardened heart.
344 · Apr 2016
Untitled
bleh Apr 2016
Let troubled waters surround me,
Let hell be invited for tea,
Let supper's suculant bliss counter the days unfortunate ends,
Let night wrap me in its blanket of darkness and nightmares,
Let hope shine through upon morning -
Let us not forget to mourn.
339 · Aug 2017
Late Night Thoughts
bleh Aug 2017
Memories revolving in my mind,
Russian Roulette
The world spinning but I stay stationary in thought ,
Good or not
Nothing to distract as white noise and the ring of silence submerges me,
Voices screaming a thousand things,
Full of doubt and negativity
Sentences exploding like wildfires
Every word feeding oxygen into the flames,
My conscience constantly filled with this chaos,
Do I dive into the flames or finally take the shot?
Hesitation with an ivory grip,
Over analyzed contemplation
Meets hesitation till finally the metal trigger slips and click.
Take another spin?
***PSA not suicidal *** started off spontaneously and then everything started to click.
333 · Feb 2016
Procrastinating
bleh Feb 2016
I'm searching but can not find my head
As I lie in bed,
Precal problems and Spanish packets,
Work that needs to be done,
I'm procrastinating untill my motivation comes.
311 · Aug 2016
2:03am 8-22-16
bleh Aug 2016
Words come in order they go
Thrown through and around
Soundless but few some get misconstrued,
Hardly making sense.

The silent thoughts are the best,
Providing words that jest
But all were said in my head,
Still not making sense.

We can continue this game
Where I am the main pernicious pest
Making mindless lines that just don't make sense- then again, maybe you enjoyed it?
#DGAF & bored. Don't blame me you are the one who decided to read my "poetry" lol
299 · Apr 2016
Nightmare
bleh Apr 2016
On a beach,
Wind howling,
Waves receding,
Tsunami.

Eyes fly open,
People were drowning,
History is repeating,
Tsunami.
269 · Apr 2015
Untitled
bleh Apr 2015
Let me disappear,
It's always been my greatest wish
I want to re-start.
265 · Mar 2015
STOLEN
bleh Mar 2015
Rain falls as fast as their tears.
But without the evidence ,
pointing to the red-handed criminal
no one seems to care...
My hate just  builds along with the sickening pit in my chest.
I know the inevitable  truth!  Don't They?
Can't they imagine the fear and feel the victims' pain when they can't sleep?
Do they not cry fiery tears of hate when those thoughts immerse!
Where is the justice for the lost ones-The ones still hoping to be rescued?
How could we let their hopes fall into the darkness.
Their problems do not concern me,
And yet my mind is full of theses wishes for strangers
But shouldn't all feel this way as well.
They were stolen  and now they are lost.
246 · Mar 2015
16 words
bleh Mar 2015
Tonight I don't sleep,
The moon hangs high with the clouds,
You lay by my side.
221 · Feb 2016
Untitled
bleh Feb 2016
The greatest hell devised is the one inside my head,
My imagination feeds off every dark depressing aspect of life,
And projects them through silent nights and regrets,
Soul shivering memories are played over and over untill I  feel their pain,
I find new faults and I feel responsible for their pain,
For we all could have done some thing. Some how.

— The End —