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Mar 2013 · 736
Bird Eye
I saw the sun set
It made me want to live
I saw the sun rise
It made me want to die

Laid flat on the floor, I am two ply
I am here with you, but most of me's a bird's eye
Detached from my bones 'til I see you cry
Please, I beg, please, get me untied
Mar 2013 · 1.3k
Spunk
Cryptic dog
Haunted by goats                                            A conscious plant
                                                           ­                 A mid-life crisis
                                                                ­            

My face is crushed with a foot print
I'm afraid to leave the room
I got two dollars and a breath mint
no flowers bloom

I don't know why I'm sweating
But I can't breathe
I am a dog that needs petting
but I get beat

I am too lazy to get up
I'm skin and bone
there is a light in the attic
but no one's home

Life hurts
My heart is broke
Life hurts
Until you croak
Mar 2013 · 764
Bed of Nails
I am deeply sorry
For every heart I ever broke
Every person in the punchline of my ****** joke
Every time I blamed my **** brain
Every time I spoke
Every time I hid away
And every time I choked
Love is  a sick dog
Love is a bed of nails
Mar 2013 · 387
Dead
Lifting my head
My brains feel like lead
I don't want to die
I just want to be dead

I won't sleep,
I'll just lay here and writhe
I don't want to die
I'd rather not be alive
Mar 2013 · 838
Freezer Flame
((There is so much))
I feel like a flame in a freezer
((I want to touch))
Hurry, hurry, she's a bleeder
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
Hollow Molar
I got goosebumbs on my shoulders
Dont gradate, you better smoulder
I said “I’ll tell you when you’re older”
Tie your noose with a game controller

Eat my shorts when it gets colder
Pebble, pebble, broken boulder
She says “I hate your face,” you hold her
Got a sweet tooth, hollow molar
Mar 2013 · 485
Medusa on my Night Stand
I turn to stone every now and then,
Chip away, I won't know.
There's this dead end
When I'm sitting in my bed at four in the morning,
Like Medusa sitting on my night stand.

I am alone every now and then,
If I stay, I won't grow.
There's this dead friend.
There are years that have passed, but we're still mourning,
Like three meals and a bed pan.
Mar 2013 · 621
Metronome
Easily offended, easily defined
Its so hard to keep time,
When the metronome's a spine
Mar 2013 · 690
Am
Am
I am a freeloader
I am a sack of meat
I am a paper cut
I am a lonely fish
I am a scratch-less compact disc
I am a broken ****
I am a string-less guitar
I am discovering
I am jealousy and rage
I am wrapping paper
I am a toilet bowl
I am a little black book
I am a ****** band
I am unenthused
I am not you
I am a heart on a stick
I am ten toes and a back ache
I am a **** tattoo
I am a bottle of glue
I am so bored
I am not worthy
I am so long and good night
Mar 2013 · 467
3:11 AM
To do:
write poems on her skin
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I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the world
I got a smoothie and a girl
on my lap, can’t breathe out my nose
and I don’t want to change my clothes

I’m a stupid *******,
but don’t get hit
by cars on purpose

trying to get to bed on time has me up all night

Its not mine, I didn’t make it
So much time, I didn’t take it
I’m lost and i had to eat my map
You’re the boss, and if I- if I snap,
hold my hand, then take me back
got my head inside this sack

I looked at the clock and felt present in what it showed me
I was alive at 3:10 am
Still alive at 3:11

So self aware it hurts

I know nothing
and I’m older now
I’m a pebble
in a boulder town

“You better hurry up, you’ll miss the sacrifice”

Wrinkles in my brains
Mar 2013 · 1.5k
Ghost Slug
slack jawed in a puddle,
my tongue hurts from making you melt.
claw marks in my arm,
you’re certain I’m here for your pelt.

killing myself with a string,
telling the truth with some bugs.
the loose teeth are rotten, not ripe,
I inch around like a slug.
Mar 2013 · 506
Untitled
Handle a snake, you will feel the misunderstanding

Sitcom sadness

Neither of us could say a word

My eyes close one at a time

In the morning, I stared at the sun

I’m too young for this ****

Naming songs after washed up celebrities

A child forming memories

Listening to the explanation of a curse word

A black metal millionaire

I can’t bring myself to get out of these clothes

I put metal in the microwave

and I knew it was wrong

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