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i'm a waste
more or less just breathing space
and if you can't tell
by the exhausted look
on my calloused face
i've been here
and i've been there
songs so sweet
so soft like summer
air
subaqueous slumbers
in hell so bare
looked in the face of
love and was told
she did not
care

i told you

I've been right here
and I've been over there.
Feeling your
Fleeting interactions
Freeing my
Foot path
From my heart to yours
Feeling your
Fleeing song birds
Fearing myself
Forgetting your words
Fighting my
Forseen
Future for
I have the world pressed to my palms
Drunk in a DUI checkpoint
And I'm counting
How many drinks I've had
And the hours I've taken
I'm counting breaths
And prose I've written
How many of my own
Words I've bitten
I'm counting how many
Times I've felt this sort
Of hurt
And how many times I've felt as reasonable
Is worse

I'm counting how many stars there are above
And the city of fireflies that I almost wish I'd never heard of
Right now
I feel like
I want to fall asleep
And never wake up
I love
laying on park benches
and breathing
heart beating
watching the sun flutter
from the leaves
casting shadows
and trickling
down her
light to me
I love walking
gratitude in each step
feeling the earth
hug my feet
toe to heel
time to heal
banana bread
banana peel
I love pancakes
and you
more than
I ever thought I might
my arms feel heavy
like lead in my vein
from lust
loveless lasting
on my tongue
from far away
thoughts
I've tried to bury
beneath my bed
winding up
whispering around
my music box
head
hey there little chicken bone
you were left all alone
on the street
with no meat
no piece of me
i know you’re only four years old
not feeling very bold
and you don’t want to go on believing in
love when its not enough
it’s not enough

hey starry eyed
with your sideways smile
and your sharpened teeth
ready to meet some flesh
cause your so **** tough
so **** tough

put em up
pull em out
with your way word dreams
and all the demons
you sing about
put em up
oh pull em out
on the nicotine fiend
and the fighter in your sleep
you drink em out
put em up
root them out
all those demons you sing about
Songs are hard
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