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Jul 2020
I used to say going to sleep, would take me away from my dreams.
Now sleeping gives the pain i silence audible Screams.
Dreaming I would don a smile.
Now wet from sweat, face cracked from tears haven't taken a breath in a while.
I used to say "if u love where I live, u never need a Holiday."
Now if tell that self "shut the ****,
You sound more than gay"
I used to joke  "I don't work I play."
"I love my job, I'll never work a day."
I used to say alot of ****.
But now my silence speaks all of it.
I hate my choices,
I hate what was my passion, you it brings back voices.
I hate that i knew best.
I hate that if at all my whole life was just jest.
named to tease playfully.
As well as good natured banter or so that's what the dictionary says silly.
Id say quid it, but ******* up these last words.
You can go **** it
I never cared, **** it

I needed more than luck
Shouldn't have ran such muck
Oh well
A slow hell

-"Johnny QuidInk"
Live live laugh
Jtlbl
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Jtlbl  31/M/S.Africa Jhb
(31/M/S.Africa Jhb)   
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