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JP Mantler Sep 2015
Soft spoken useless friend I am
Stupid quiet bird
Hot and hardened as
Near Summer heat
The coroner is coming

Poor dead boy, She had never loved him
She had never loved him
Poor dead boy, Her love a whim
Her love went on as a whim

Soft subtle licking lips, she is
Stupid pause and funny woes
Cleo Patra sporting shoes
Cellophane hearts bring *******
Lust of laughter to forge
Whistlebees dance around an answer
Like follicles on molding porridge
Like on ***-slave rabbits
Drinking powdered juice
And those two **** the poor boy
A second time where he can no longer
Take pretty pictures of where he had wandered
Eaten by the photographer's endeavour
JP Mantler Sep 2015
Everyone looks at me as the sickest one down the street
No friends on the telephone box
So I make sure they see me walk away
I sometimes feel lack-sense

Visit the night l'ecole and about a dozen murderers
This went on in and about a cracked fairytale.

Whenever I want to leave
the same old taped box
Comes and pushes me in l'ecole

I went somewhere to meet up
with my worries
But the worries suppressed me

Dim light in the ****** pantry
with kitchen ****
They won't even come and
light me a wire to burn
Light my ******* face off
with a towel-iron
Brother suicide leave me crying
in the bone-ditch
My stroller broke and I'm
crawling off the falls

I was with her just today
And now they all act like she's missing
JP Mantler Sep 2015
The touch of cold metal, and I fall into a careless trip
It's not the people that scare me,
It's not the noise, it's my own being and it's my choice
I don't know why but the dark, cloudy place soothes me
Her voice soothes me

The touch of nothing soothes my being
My only being seeping into nothing
Montreal >>>>>> Ridgeville
JP Mantler Sep 2015
They've always told me that she was ethereal
And her friends showed only to me flatness
I attempt to devoid
Ethereal oh she makes me docile
I slip right through her faintest cracks
I sleep on top of her train tracks

I can't take anymore pictures, I won't take anymore pictures, I won't take them because you promised you'd be with me
JP Mantler Aug 2015
Acceptance is not a word to me
It's only a flashback to my greatest fear
Careless open breeze thrown away out the window
I suffer why I suffer I have no clue how badly she does
I pant and wag when she unlocks the cage
She wails and whimpers even when I'm put back
Repentance is a word I never a leave alone
She wails and whimpers I spill the facts
Her smile flickers when I ask her to love me
The fog follows deeply hugging me with fear
She hugs me so deeply like its one last big fuss
I've been tried to put to sleep but I seem to like the cage
JP Mantler Aug 2015
Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass
With Frisbees flying over his head
The man has a stash
Which gives us our moments
What makes things expensive
I don't understand
But what I know is that
living is the best I can

Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes
He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind

What a sad picnic party and its melting form
Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn

Let's go away from the stupid, sad people

So      we     can      be        sad      on         our                      own
  Sad                on         our            own       on      our   own
Sad           on      and    off        and    on   and    off
     Sad    on  our           own              on         our   own       sad
JP Mantler Aug 2015
The picture is on hold
And I am withheld within
These million sparkling images
I can no longer understand

I can stay longer than any of them
I'm the withstanding plague
Who sees no toxic love as you
I can sit up all night thinking of
You and them
I could ****** each and every one
Of your petty black gems
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