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Immobilized I gaze at the ceiling
Remembering the moments that led to this evening
I choke on the words I dare not say
Forced to deal with the pain that plagues me each day

Piercing each nerve
Giving way to exasperation
Resentment hangs heavy
and I feel suffocated  
Another day alone plotting my reparation
These fantasies could end my senses and reason

I wish I could inflict the same anguish upon him
Wounding his pride leaving him with nothing
If only he could feel helplessness and shame
To a degree in which he would never be the same
Only then could my hate begin to wane
I wish that my poems
would write themselves
into existence
Bodies take withdraws
like beating MAC machines.

I would go and give blood
if they just ******* paid me.

Or maybe if dying patients
actually got it for free.
Where have you been?
Who were you there with?
What is his name?
Why do I even ******* ask?
When are you going to leave?
There is nothing worse
than meeting a musician.

Just go be creative somewhere and
please leave me here to just be.

Quietly.
Show me the piece
of myself that still
loves thee

I'll find a way
to bury my knife and
cut it free.
Teeth make brief appearances
between rippling lips in exhalation.
bar bars bars bar bars bars
smoke smoke smoke cigs smoke
shot shot beer shot beer
bar bar bars bar smoke shot beer
sleep, glorious sleep.
The only pain worth my time
is broken-heart kind
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