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 Apr 2019 Facia Overkill
Jack
No, they are not heroes from comic books, promising to uphold justice,
But to him they are Superman with his unmatched strength,
They are Batman with his unchallenged logic and wisdom,
They are Captain America with his incorruptible morals,
They are Thor with his magic hammer to fight off the darkness,
His friends are his backbone, his strength and his stable wall to lean on,

No, they are not Gods or Superheroes,
But to him they are the world, his love and his reason to live,
They’re My Beautiful Friends.
im not one for recognising what i have in the moment and truly appreciating it, to be honest thats one of my truest flaws, but today i spent the day with two of my beautiful friends and i noticed what i have with my friends and how much i adore them completely. its not often that i notice what i have but right now i feel like the luckiest poet in  the world because, right now, i can recognise my beautiful friends and the unmatched joy they bring me
 Jun 2018 Facia Overkill
Jack
“It won’t be long now, my child”
A voice boomed from above,
“I will soon welcome you into the next life,
Just take up your sharpened knife”,
“You’ve caused too much pain,” he whispered,
Cradling my head,
“All through life you’ve whimpered”
“It’s about time that you were dead”.

“Why do your eyes pour?”
“All the pain you saw,”
“Trapped in a head at brutal war”
“You have nothing left to live for”.

As tears rolled down my greyed cheek,
So much so i could barely speak,
“No,” I cried out loud, “what about her?”
“I still need to make her my lover”.
Dead man walking
 Mar 2018 Facia Overkill
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
 Feb 2018 Facia Overkill
Jack
Where has that boy gone?
The excitable, football-mad child,
Enjoying every second of his youth,
Playing with friends so close that they’re brothers.

Where has that boy gone?
The one who showed unimaginable love to all,
Cherished his family without fail,
So happy, so free, was that not me?

That boy has gone.
Only a shadow remains,
A scarred existence taken day by day,
A vacuum to all happiness within his house.

That boy, I fear, has gone,
I do not like who remains,
An emotional wreck unable to feel,
A dishonest mess unable to stay sober.

It took too long but now I see,
He’s thinking about killing me.
 Feb 2018 Facia Overkill
Jack
My head is not set on straight,
Avoidable actions that I take feed my hate,
Manipulating, deceiving, my gentle mind has gone,
‘beware the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on’,
The evil Villain of my own story,
I’m the only one able to abhor me,
Searching for happiness bed by bed,
Unable to save my own head,
How my heart feels I am never sure,
Consumed by lust, just begging for more
Sat alone, feelings of fear start to itch,
You know what they say; Karma is a *****.
i do not like who i am but i dont try to change. i am to blame for my every issue in life and for my feelings of sadness and worthlessness. youth is hard to navigate and morals are fogged by over exaggerated feelings of immature love and lust. it has taken me a long time to realise how truly unhappy i am however, as the saying goes, it will take me even longer to realise that i can change that. Stay Safe and Live well. JY x
 Dec 2017 Facia Overkill
Jack
Cursed, the feeling of constant regret,

Fighting, failing to cope with life,

Lost, unable to find who I want to be,

Sick, tired, broken and abused,

Beaten, my mind black and blue from self pity and loathing,

Hated, unable to love myself,

Scarred, pain waits around every corner,

Sleepless, the thought of you encapsulates me,

Depressed, searching for happiness at The Bottom of The Bottle.
The sensual curved line on the bed
perfect.
The eyes: burning, red, leaking for reason unknown.
Private room for me and you.
Darkness quenching the need to hide the
lustrous actions ensued.
Accept your fate, useless strumpet, unrivaled *****.
Your garden grows quickly out of control.
Weeds in your rose bush, fence weighed down by
inherent overgrowth
of emotion:
fervor, passion.
A kiss.
The last sweetness of
your lips
that will ever be given
or gotten.
Death.
A sweet relief for the world
from you,
Desdemona.

— The End —