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Mar 2016
Attempting to research healing herbs,
I can't forget your words
Or shake this feeling of self destructive hate.

You told me to accept me,
But I met that angrily
Wondering why my passions less than yours?

Was it you or I to start? Which one had a change of heart? Did I deny the importance of our origin?

When will I forget my ****?
Leave it out there in the pit?
Bending back all my silver spoons..

All they say is: "yeah real cute."
Actions, words, and ideals moot.
It's why I second guessing to this day...

Sat back and just waited still
Spared me of the etox pill
Gave me space to let me find myself.

Outer space ain't big enough,
So you're back to actin' tough
And I seem to meet it all with a big
"*******!"

A dandelion punk,
A ******* ****.
PMA* is all I need.
I'll unearth the roots one day,
Until then, bye.
*PMA= Positive Mental Attitude
[Bad Brains]
Peppy Miller
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Peppy Miller  Heartland of America
(Heartland of America)   
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