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badtaste Feb 13
It’s been 16 years and you still look the same-
Our hearts have been far apart but you still remember my name...
Your perfume sticks to your skin-
This room is filled from moments of fortune from when...
I show you the calluses to prove the age I am-
I hold your face with a rough touch from a hurting man...
My guitar hums a familiar tune-
I need to leave this place perhaps later maybe soon...
/Liquid IV tips and taps down a plastic glass\
Look into my broken brown eyes - look past the sadness of this moment - realize since everyone else has disappeared I won’t disappoint - I will always stay and still be here
Forever and now until your very last moment
badtaste Jan 12
the currency is war - the debt is ***,
it’s time to repay the tax from the glory days.

conspiracy is free - among the men at sea,
they await to join Yankees that are drunken on the shore.

ad-ease! calm your sails - the wind startles lads, that jump at first sound of freedom.

she sounds like a fantasy - sung within our shanties , wearing silk and cotton undergarments.

liberty is precious - like a rose you must cherish, for our neighbors are caught with stone setting fire to our garden...
a poem for my great grandpa who died in WW1
badtaste Jan 10
I want to do you - you nasty little creature

but I cannot stomach - you seeing another.

The sacred touch of your skin -
is nothing like theirs - to hƎll with all them-
I only need yours.

Am I just a Vermin - riddled with diseases - or am I worth saving ? until you don’t need me

I’m so pathetic but I’m so obsessive- maybe this is what true love is called...
badtaste Dec 2020
rotten teeth speak forgotten truth,
back when the days of sin were sung by shadowed youth,
through the dark-it sparked-so many ingenious risks,
Cyanide apple seeds swallowed by society’s rejects,
no one is sour-not even the insects dare to be bitter,
Year 1981 was the time to be alive / never have I ever wanted to relive those memories as much as I do now...
a poem about L S D
badtaste Oct 2020
sitting in the dark; breathing mechanically-
looking down at the ground; tear drops fall cloaked in the shadows-
silently wheezing in pain; wishing for any change - to put this black heart back in its box -
meanwhile she shows him affection&attention
while I’m mourning over our wedding being ruined in a single morning walking in-on her-on top-of him...
..."𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦" I speak aloud in a shattered scream—repeatedly hitting my skull against the car door screen—never get married on Halloween
badtaste Oct 2020
"𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩."
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ
            
                      T̶o̶ l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ d̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ m̶e̶m̶o̶r̶y̶
ᖴOᖇᘜOTTᗴᑎ Iᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᗪᑌᔕT
They all say it at least once
badtaste Oct 2020
I want to surround you
take all the harm away
hum to you softly-
watch you drift to sleep from the melody...

I want to understand love
I will stop the bleeding if you **** the pain
I will fall down and confess my sins
only if you promise staying here next to me...

I’m not afraid of the midnight storms
I’m petrified for being abandoned and torn-
apart where my insides sit in the open-
and my decaying heart is seen as art to inspire your next poem...

I want to surround you
I want to remember a time I could forget
even if you call my words out as a paradox
I’ll stop singing sad songs if you will complete my duet...
she knows who she is
I know who I’m not
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