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Jun 2017
House party
Heart attack

I need some ******* air

Alright, (gasp)

Card game over breakfast
Solitaire

Unsure of what to choose
In regards to the near future
Grin and bear it
For the kids, I guess
The whatever friends I somehow amass

Hit the road
No point in checking
My reflection
Too undecided

Preheat the oven
Getting baked

Sky's gray
The way I like it
Half a smile earned

Turn a corner and regret it
Feelings are too sensitive
In that
They get shattered
And splinter up my gut

**** it

Whatever

Half way inside
Biding my time
Leather jacket
Smells like grass
Fresh cut cut-ups get drowsy

I'm barely sentient myself
Don't think about hell itself
Not that much thought crossed
That welcome mat

Laugh along
All a death tome
Singing dead songs
Getting high on
One human or another

Smoking me out

Of the house

Sky is dark now
Just how I like it
Another half smile

Looking past
I see the lights
Same lights blinding some other guy
Somewhere the sky isn't so perfect

Here, the lights blinding me
Are all around
Clowns, the lot of them
annoying....

So glad i made it
So glad to see
You didn't die inside your house
And could show up to my party
To validate me
I'd sooner berate you and your
Guest

Ugh

How you can live live
So depressive
Then bounce back with
Idiots
Crowding up the place

Beyond me

Anyway
Stopped by to drag doubt
Through the place
And show my face

To much disappointment
I guess I expected
As much
Bored. Bored. Bored.
Saint Audrey
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Saint Audrey  Neither/I don't even know anymore
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