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She laughed with disapproval Glittered motion sickness I grabbed a her head tossed her hard enough so I can be dead The **** came on-a charging angry I took his limbs he discarded all my paperwork tons of scribbling years of failing Weakened from dreaming Wandering in the dark while the mice weren’t making any peeping He said I can’t breathe but my lungs were blacker than his death I’ll let them shoot me in the back and maybe I wouldn’t mind it I figured it would be allright  I don’t have tryophobia ****** so many ***** but I didn’t get the job The moon is bright in the sky yet you’re not smart I keep writing on trees but please believe me I already have arthritis before thirty Standing and eviscerating I keep writing on everything they try to stop me but I hold back They were chilling and waiting on his death bed Said the last rites but he already knew they loved him I don’t know my write from the wrong doing He’s finally accepted how life jerks you off the wrong way I think I got graphomania
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
Graphomania
She laughed with disapproval Glittered motion sickness I grabbed a her head tossed her hard enough so I can be dead The **** came on-a charging angry I took his limbs he discarded all my paperwork tons of scribbling years of failing Weakened from dreaming Wandering in the dark while the mice weren’t making any peeping He said I can’t breathe but my lungs were blacker than his death I’ll let them shoot me in the back and maybe I wouldn’t mind it I figured it would be allright  I don’t have tryophobia ****** so many ***** but I didn’t get the job The moon is bright in the sky yet you’re not smart I keep writing on trees but please believe me I already have arthritis before thirty Standing and eviscerating I keep writing on everything they try to stop me but I hold back They were chilling and waiting on his death bed Said the last rites but he already knew they loved him I don’t know my write from the wrong doing He’s finally accepted how life jerks you off the wrong way I think I got graphomania
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
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