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Zero Nine Jun 2017
What's worse than
behavior
running amok?

What's worse than
betrayal
self-imposed?

I'll tell you
the
conclusion
I've
drawn tonight.

In my marrow
enmity grows,
infects my self-regard.
How else did I find
myself here, dejected,

wholly wet
pursuing
brief contentment

through besmirched
eyeliner
streaming my face

in a mirror,
in your home,
at night without a car?
I'll catch the TriMet

to my bed, once again.
......
Zero Nine Nov 2017
This is nonsense
Non-sequitur
My care's breakfast
Love break away
It's gone by night
It's out of sight
What you take away
You **** out right away
I go forgotten
Not about to let on
That I want you back
Inside my ramble
Its the bramble
Push your arm through
If you can't or won't
Don't fret,
I've got money for the TriMet
This is nonsense
Non-sequitur
The hidden truth
between the words
M Clement Mar 2014
Superficial, lackadaisical arrangements
I use words without full knowledge

I pluck strings with the iron tutelage of a man who knows not the instrument I play.
It's basically allegorical, metaphorical
I met the trimet line on the left handed side of my indifference(s)

Let's shed tears not once, but twice, perhaps thrice in order to feel slightly ok with the sense of self that pervades the essence of what is, what isn't, and what may be.

I'd venture on, content notwithstanding.

I'd soldier yon
Parental advisory, content landing

I sit in a mid high liberry
Misspelling words I know full well proper.

I have a mindset for the current
And an undertaking from the past.

— The End —