Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I'm a flesh addict, sporadic, adrenaline, I love being alive Feel my muscles pumping blood as I run reckless- overdrive And I cannot wait for the day, I get to say, I had the strength to survive Like alliteration of insanity, inside of me, I to I! But my eyes would be deceived if I said I see life like it's perfect Like a roller-coaster, going through the motions, twists and turns a better way to word it Take a seat, and sit with me, maybe then we'll be, like minded Instead of you, like a lost moose, in the headlights: blind sided I hate pretending, so, here's my raw aggression I would take a second, to ******* bash your head in But I don't wanna get physical, with someone so pitiful Let's just keep it minimal, and indulge the lyrical On sighting you I feel ****** Pity, anger, and anguish Bullied by this ***** A year my senior, having kids I feel hollow like a steel pipe, hurting like a rough night I pull my smile too tight, to the point I'm  showing pearly whites My mindset like, dynamite, my rhymes like, to takes lives, Like a steak knife I'll carve you up Eat these bullets, desperate lunch! Now make no mistake I sharpen dull blades And I get carried away ****** serial, and maim Just crunching numbers okay? Nothing has changed You're still the same old, same old Here we go, another bomb falls! Just an organic robot, blowing off steam Of flesh and metal, robotic zombie I see the cogs and the gears but I don't see a spirit All I see is sheeple living lives like corporate business Where's the fun in this? Leech the Government Have a couple kids, and some funding with A faded side ***** drugs kicking in Go party hard with all your fake friends You are not a parent, just a pa for rent She is not a mother, just another chick Using all that money to hit another fix Coz you ain't cool if you ain't staying lit! And that's just how it is, juvy and pregnant kids People telling other people that their life's **** Graffiti tags and spit, violence just a bit Lost dreams and broken bottles, vanished innocence...
0
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
Organic Robots
I'm a flesh addict, sporadic, adrenaline, I love being alive Feel my muscles pumping blood as I run reckless- overdrive And I cannot wait for the day, I get to say, I had the strength to survive Like alliteration of insanity, inside of me, I to I! But my eyes would be deceived if I said I see life like it's perfect Like a roller-coaster, going through the motions, twists and turns a better way to word it Take a seat, and sit with me, maybe then we'll be, like minded Instead of you, like a lost moose, in the headlights: blind sided I hate pretending, so, here's my raw aggression I would take a second, to ******* bash your head in But I don't wanna get physical, with someone so pitiful Let's just keep it minimal, and indulge the lyrical On sighting you I feel ****** Pity, anger, and anguish Bullied by this ***** A year my senior, having kids I feel hollow like a steel pipe, hurting like a rough night I pull my smile too tight, to the point I'm  showing pearly whites My mindset like, dynamite, my rhymes like, to takes lives, Like a steak knife I'll carve you up Eat these bullets, desperate lunch! Now make no mistake I sharpen dull blades And I get carried away ****** serial, and maim Just crunching numbers okay? Nothing has changed You're still the same old, same old Here we go, another bomb falls! Just an organic robot, blowing off steam Of flesh and metal, robotic zombie I see the cogs and the gears but I don't see a spirit All I see is sheeple living lives like corporate business Where's the fun in this? Leech the Government Have a couple kids, and some funding with A faded side ***** drugs kicking in Go party hard with all your fake friends You are not a parent, just a pa for rent She is not a mother, just another chick Using all that money to hit another fix Coz you ain't cool if you ain't staying lit! And that's just how it is, juvy and pregnant kids People telling other people that their life's **** Graffiti tags and spit, violence just a bit Lost dreams and broken bottles, vanished innocence...
Lazy take advantage of a system meant for real struggles that can't be avoided...
Visceral
Written by
26/Trans Female
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem