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Robert Guerrero Nov 2014
It's the silent thumps
Things going bump in the night
Yet it's only my heart
Ceasing to give a **** anymore
I'm lost in this nothingness
Labeled loneliness by my own fears
Left alone in this prison darkness
Reminiscing about the conversations
The I love you's with countless meanings
Yet you just let me slip through
Not bothering to try and juggle me
I'd rather be up in the air
Than plummeting face first
Into my own grave dug by my heart
I'm lost in this nothingness
And you subsequently forgot me
Loneliness an almost peaceful hell
Yet my thoughts ravish this opportunity
Vultures to a herd of rotted elephants
I'm useless in your eyes
Your own feelings evading you
So what's to stop them from evading me
What's to say try we're never for me
But for the thoughts of somebody loving you
I can't mistake this
I don't love you
I'm ******* madly in love with you
Crying tsunami tears
Sinking battleships surviving hurricanes
Yet you don't stop to think
I'm lost in this nothingness
All because I couldn't keep my mouth shut
Keep my own stupid feelings to myself
I just had to tell you I love you
I just had to keep falling in
Maybe when rock bottom comes
I'll already be too broken and numb
But I can't blame you
It's not like you ever text back
Not like you're interested in saying hi
To the guy willing to give it all up for you
The one fighting fate just to be with you
What idiot stays to fight
When the reinforcements are surrendering
Who stands alone when the world
Holds machine guns to your head
Still says ******* and expects to live
I'm lost in this nothingness
Because you gave up
Thinking I would
Well it's a ******* option
It takes two to tango
Yet you're listening to the waltz
And I'm left to myself
Like a suicidal maniac with a gun
**** this **** I'm done
Good thing it's loaded
Maybe now you'll see
This nothingness is the reason for my loneliness
And hopefully the brain splatter
With draw it out for you
Wish I could tell you I love you now
But I don't think you'd even listen
Robert Guerrero Nov 2014
Your body screaming out in pain
The malevolent flame in your eyes
The decadence you taste
The death you reek of
You're petrified in malice
The god of your own demise
I hope you're happy now
Knowing you ruined a life
You never knew was worth living
  Nov 2014 Robert Guerrero
kt mccurdy
a swollen tongue, thick coat of sweat
thumbing the inner cheek of a half eaten peach
festering the breeding of rotten thought
fruit flies
  Nov 2014 Robert Guerrero
kt mccurdy
beautiful thing
i say to my body
but my mouth speaks back to me with
crooked picture frames on walls, a fraction off beat
microscopic holes in my vernacular atmosphere
from one too many aerosol words,
of not thinking before spraying toxic

beautiful thing
i say to my body
but my thighs speak back to me with
tallies marked on skin
a sciatic nerve pleading for no more flexing of
car wheels tracks on waved sand

beautiful thing
i say to my body
but my feet speak back to me with
pinching plastic between nails hammered heavy into
figures blinking upon flat bottomed arches
pliant pleading for weightlessness

beautiful thing
i say to my body
but my stomach speaks to me by
stuffing breadcrumbs down a jagged trail
of the small intestine, appealing

beautiful thing
i scream to my body
but my mind speaks to me with
thinking thinking thinking
that thought has no weight
so weigh on me
"beautiful thing" line is inspired by William Carlos William's Paterson Episode 17
Robert Guerrero Nov 2014
I have a bad case of the munchies
Should have took a right
Maybe the next exit on this stoner highway
Will lead to munchville
This 1991 Chevy S10 is Casa de marijuana
Stoners only ride
6 oz of berry white
2 oz of bubba kush
3 1/2 gs of Pineapple Express
I'm ******
Yet I've only had 4 bowls 2 extendo blunts
And 1 braided joint
Lost my touch
Hold on
Let me get right
Alright I'm not even high
Lets smoke another bowl
I'm ready to **** it up all night
Smoke out the western hemisphere
I'm a stoner
Staying ****** in ******* Mexico
So roll you a blunt
Pack a bowl
**** up the night
Get ******* ******
Stoned_in_mexico is actually my Instagram and kik name lol so I had to use it in a stoner poem
Robert Guerrero Nov 2014
Oh yeah I forgot
You don't have a voicemail
Only way you'll talk to me
Is if I text you and wait almost 6 hours
Just for a reply to say hi
Well I wanted to see how things were going
Like *** it's fabulous on my end
Understand the sarcasm and annoyance
In the tone of my voice
You stupid *******
I'll leave a message on your face
When my nuts are covering it
After I get done beating the **** out of you
You're suppose to be the person I can talk to
Yet you're always frowning
I'll leave a message at the...
Oh **** I'm calling myself
  Nov 2014 Robert Guerrero
Emma Hall
You think your words don't hurt;
That they don't cut me to the bone...
You think it won't bother me;
Being here alone...
With blade in hand;
I call this an end.
You left me here;
Trying to blend...
Blend with the noises, blend with the voices...
You said you were done...
Said you couldn't take it;
You left me here alone.
This is over;
I'll be done..
Look for me;
I'll be gone...
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