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June West Oct 2013
All the light turns to madness
patterns of matter
by passing around
Once upon the sun goes down.

The tricks of the trade
The plans that were made
The mask fitting before noon.
The clown, no the buffoon.

The whistles of the tune made break at dusk
we dust, we dust
we rise from our lust
prepare for yet another night .

It's someones job to give everybody fright.
The soft shallow terrors of the night.
June West Oct 2013
People are over
More, I want more
A handful...

I still feel so empty.
20 more texts sent.
Body to body we stand
awkwardly talk.
Pushed into corners.

I'm still so distant.
So empty.
so far from where I'm currently standing,
uttering and murmuring.
Pouring in pouring out.
All these faces blurring,
looking the ******* same...

Same small talk
same story
about how they are
where they go to school.

BlaBlaBlaBla
YapYapYapYap

How does it feel to be a ******* puppet? I say.
How does it feel to be nothing special? I say.
How does it feel to ******* feel??

Oh, the weather?
yeah,
it's as inconsistently consistent as this
ever so bland cup of
coffee conversation.

Wow Me.
Make me want to turn my lights on.
June West Aug 2013
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe

-Eminem
June West Nov 2012
Strangers
Acquaintances
Friends
Best Friends
Lovers
Complicated
Ex's
Friends with Benefits
Acquaintances
Enemies
Strangers


I miss you
June West Nov 2012
I would skip my morning classes
and we would figure out how each others bodies work
laying there
bliss
June West Nov 2012
Missing you feels like swallowing a bag of nails.
it ******* hurts.
June West Oct 2012
When I explode after being hit again and again like a piñata
No one will come rushing
Because all my life I have been filled with hurt, loneliness, dispare, neglect
the love that was in there turned sour.
The hope and joy were stolen years ago.
So the day I crack after too many beatings,
no one will be there to pick up the pieces.
Because I'm full of ****.
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