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Koty Peter Aug 2012
I've chosen my poison.
My vice and my reason.
I'll take full advantage of what I've been given.
What I've created, whats been imbedded.
The sensation of something that simply must happen.
Only simple for the sake of complexity
A coping mechanism,
A way of escaping.
What's real,
What's not,
Dialogue,
Abstract thought.
All mine for the taking,
Yours for interpretation.

As I,
Exhale slowly,
And inhale through the silence.
Under welcome mats,
(For lack of better hiding places.)
Found squeezed held and deflated.
Mastering the language of anticipating.
Anything to get out,
Let the consciousness spin,
Stir the sensations,
Make you feel anything.

A pulse,
A beat,
A note,
Anything.

In our sense of security.

Fin.
Koty Peter Aug 2012
I have a bedroom with lots of nice things,
But the doors usually locked and I don't have a key.
Koty Peter Aug 2012
I don't know why anything is how it is...
Why the kid in the stocking cap,
Throws rocks at the hornets nest.
Why birds fly north,
When winter comes again.
Why you hate me today,
And tomorrow were friends.
Koty Peter Aug 2012
13
The next morning I wished for it all to be over.
My bedroom tainted, had to wash my sweater.
I can't believe i payed 13 dollars for that.
I think I'd pay 13 dollars to never do it again.

13 times I had the spins.
I closed my eyes and lost my balance.
13 times I thought about last night
And 13 times I wondered why
Koty Peter Aug 2012
Suit yourself,
It was fun while it lasted.
I was such a fool,
I dove head first into traffic.
And now I'm on my own.
And now she's all alone.
This is your way of asking me to stop,
Most dangerous place,
alone with your thoughts.
My battery's run dry,
Looks like I'm running out of time.

But if you just stop for minute,
And breathe for a second,
If you organize your thoughts and you,
Kick the habit.
Then you will finally see,
That I'm better off this way.
And you've been missing out.

You had your chance and you blew it. I,
Was your night in shining armor,
But you refused the ride,
On my horse back to the castle,
Where we live our lives,
Happily ever after.
But it was just a story cuz as we both know,
Nothing in life ever ends on a good note.

I'll erase every mark,
You ever left in my memory,
But there are so many,
And my erasers so tiny.
And every mark, I come to erase,
Sinks my stomach with the empty space.

Don't.
Just don't.
Don't pull the punch on me
I see straight thru your hollow sympathy

Suit Yourself.
Koty Peter Aug 2012
A comedy, a tragedy, a romance, a drama,
This world is what you make it because nothing truly matters.
Everything done will be undone
by inevitable death.
On the timeline of this earth,
your really quite insignificant.
So laugh at brick walls,
cry at the zoo,
make out with porcupines,
whatever you wanna do.
In 1% of the time this earth has been spinning,
no one will remember you were even breathing.
Don't look at this world a square inch at a time,
Take a step back,
Get the big picture in mind.
Life is a joke.
It's there to amuse you.
Until we reach the next phase in out journey,
which is probably fertilizer.
We walk around and pretend were not a mass of cells,
pointless matter taking up space a pointless world.
Were held accountable for the things we want,
And face persecution when we act impulse.
So everything's fair.
What a hilarious illusion.
We wander around blinded by spoon-fed delusion.
Like things matter.
Like we matter.
But were all only matter.
Koty Peter Aug 2012
I am the first raindrop that fell from the sky.
I was in the first cloud,
The first puddle in time.
The other raindrops wanted to be just like me.
They fell into my puddle and we created the sea.
I evaporated back
Into the clouds,
then repeated the cycle till man came around.

I was the first raindrop that man ever drank.
I spent some time in the stomach then soaked into his bloodstream.
I evacuated onto a tree in the woods.
Absorbed into the branches and provided it food.
Escaped and retired, relaxed in the dirt,
I was the first ground water on this earth.

Again I found my way home to my place in the sky.
The clouds were darker than usual,
Something wasn't right.
All at once, the first smoke stack,
coughed in my face.
I'm the first victim of acid rain.
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