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Maytin Paige Feb 2014
I look in the mirror.
My lip is now pierced.
I ripped my jeans.
I play guitar
but she's into the drummer.
She's seen me around
but doesn't know my name.
She doesn't give a ****
about me.
I just seem to try too hard.
Because like Wheatus once sang,
*I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
McCaslin Mar 2010
A girl took me to see
Iron Maiden once.
She broke my shackles,
caked with rust.
She stitched my wounds and healed
my heart, held me close and
taught me not to fear the dark.
She kept me safe under her wing,
made me feel and let me sing.
She helped me through the dark of
night, till I was strong enough
to face the light.
She was my heart, and she was mine,
than I thought for now and all time.

But she fed me lies and made
me hate. Into my heart she drove a
stake. Then she left me
in the dark to die, with a
broken will and tear filled eye.
How can I hold my head up high?
Live without her? I'd rather die!
But then I think 'How much worse can it
get?' I wish I could just *******
forget and live my life with out
                       Regret.
mary  Feb 2014
Teenage Dirtbag
mary Feb 2014
Crush it up,
Roll a dollar,
Breath it in,
See things.

The oriental rug is swirling,
my head follows it,
the pattern is spinning,
so is my brain.

Jimi is talking to me,
his mouth is moving from the wall,
I swear I could hear him,
I swore he said something...

Crush another,
Find the dollar,
Stop falling,
Smell the powder.

The paintings are dancing,
the black light brings them out,
I can't see straight now,
But I know I feel alright.
When I find someone who makes me smile it's hard, but I understand why you go. I am a dirt bag, the  lowest of lows. Im just trying to keep this smile you bring, like I said it's hard but I will let you leave.

I want a taste of passion biting on the edge of bliss, waking up to that smile and living for that one girls kiss. These moments I share might as well be a pebble in water, at first the ripples are close and then they grow farther and farther.

Your actions speek loud, louder than your words, but then again you don't say much, you have no voice to be heard.

So what am I to act on? My telepathy and assumption? Alright girl I know women and I am good at that game, but please remember I never asked to play. I just want you to be blunt and admit you don't know what you are doing but your not going to stop because you think I am worth knowing
Patrick Diaz  Dec 2014
She
Patrick Diaz Dec 2014
She
She is fire and I am roasting
She is *** of gold and I am a leprechaun
She is full moon and I am sunset
She is sea shells and I am dirtbag
She is crystal and I am an old cloth
She is phoenix and I am rage
She is gasoline and I am a fueled heart
She is turning point and I am senseless
She is gun shots and I am a soldier
She is breath and I am a cigarette
She is weeping and I am a brother
She is nostalgic and I am fire exit
She is water and I am a scratched knee
She is holding and I am keeping
She is everywhere and I am free
Becca Calvillo Oct 2010
You mock me
Torment me
Unravel me
With your grins

You are just worthless
A dirtbag
I’ve tried but nothing gives

How you consume me
I hate it
Your temper never lies
Oh yes, I sit here
in silence
With only hurt left in my eyes

Inside I know it
And soon they will
You’re nothing but a ******* blow hard.
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
1
Dirtbag Republicans

Mud slings podiums
On national stage what disgrace
They all stoop so low


2
Scary Buffoons

Republican Song
Bigots and cowards d'baiting
Sing: 'send in the clowns'


3
Conservative Budget Logic

Food stamp program bad
Trillion dollar wars so good
No child left a dime


4
CON-servative Wackos

All crazy on stage
None flew over cuckoo's nest
Wait till one holds office
Sydney Victoria Dec 2012
The Crisis In Connecticut Has Officaly Ended,
My Faith In Humanity,
In Our Ability To Love--Our Ability To Grow,
How Could A Man,
Watch His Own Mother,
Soak His Own Carpet With The Blood,
She Created Him With?
How Could He Look Into The Eyes Of 5 Year Old,
And Pull The Trigger?
And Only To Pale More, Rosy Cheeks?  
How Could He Watch Their Bloodied Friends,
Cry--Currupting Their Brains With Horrid Memories,
How Could He Live With Those Parents,
Going Home To A Christmas Tree,
Knowing Their Child Will Never Open Their Gifts?
How Can The People In My School,
**** Their Chance In Survival,
Breaking Their Veins With Knives,
And Smothering Their Hearts Out With Smoke,
When Those Children And Parents Are Begging,
For Those Lost Lives Back?
*I'm Broken Inside,
And There Is No Longer A Cure,
After A While,
My Heart Will Be Nothing But Broken,
So I Say Now,
I Have Officially,
100% Lost Hope In This Dirtbag Species
Dedicated To All The Wonderful Pure Souls Lost Today In The Sandy Hook Elementry School Shooting.... Blessed Be All Those Who Were Effected, I Cried So Hard.. And Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I Know There Are Good People Out There So You Don't Need To Waste Your Breath Telling Me... I'm Just Dying Inside Right Now.. Hope Does Die
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I heareth the hellion goblin's calling me out
They bite and spit
Caress me in doubt

I heareth their moans
As their burnt to the crisp
I rip off their appendage's
Buckle their lips

I rip off their wings
And taketh their masks
I cut them by holy water
And split them in half

This soul is not thine own
Thou brute of pleasure dome
This spirits not for thee
Thy dirtbag and sleeze

This soul is mine creators
And shalt return soon
Go back to thy flame
Thou mame of baboon!!

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