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DaSH the Hopeful Sep 2015
You enter
      Riding on a soundtrack of rising blood pressure and self defeat
       Every conversation kills itself at the sight of you;
     A *joke
not quite worth telling, that no one would laugh at anyway
          Every eye stops to stare at you
        *An aging car crash of a human

Wrecked and painted in dried blood
     Seducing onlookers with a rinky-**** smile
     Missing the convenient yellow caution tape that tells you life stops here
          
       You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
  That wasn't much there in the first place
In the mirror you see dirt
    And you can't wash it away
, no matter how hard you try
Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die


     Unintelligently designed
Your stupidity is almost genius
       You blame others for mishaps that you have gained
                            Your sickness a silent auction
                       Anyone could have caught it
       Infectious Anonymous
Attended every week
      And yet you're still so pathetic
you don't accept you're a disease worse than any flare up that could take hold
        You don't know how to recognize the facts that you've been told

       You complain to fill the spaces left by your depleting self worth
  That wasn't much there in the first place
In the mirror you see dirt
    And you can't wash it away
, no matter how hard you try
*Cause you're ****** in all the wrong ways
Up until you die
Restinpiss
Jordan Sterling Aug 2015
through a bruised eye
there’s little to see
but the scratches on my arms
and the rows of teeth
in your jagged grin.
i can’t move
from one side of the room
to the other
without your needle.
you nurse me back to health
in your ****** arms
and tear me down again,
stitch me up like a doll
and drag me home.
what can I say?
i guess I'm a sucker
for all that romantic crap.
Mel Little Aug 2015
Occasionally I just have a day of
"I really can't do this anymore."
And my heart breaks over and over because the only thing I want
Is so unattainable.
I've worked so **** hard, but my body is tired of working.
I'm so tired of fighting.
I'm just ****** tired.
So I look through our old pictures and I feel so empty and so full at the same time.
Shaken up.
Nothing will ever go back, will it?
I was sad and drunk. Oops.
Too many ******* insecurities,
And where there's insecurities,
There is never any safety.

If it hurts it's not the end,
Apparently,
So if it's not the end it's the beginning.
Bam!
The start of eternity.

Some violent thoughts,
And just no words,
Or too many words with no thoughts.
There should be this and that,
More like nothing you'll ever get,
Oh yeah and more nothing of that.

These words will soon drift,
But they won't fit through the sieve.
Mind you,
There's not much for you to chew,
Because this **** likes to vanish,
From the eyes of those who might care.

In a world of too many stares,
I don't think anyone really cares,
Unless it's about themselves.
We all worry about what others perceive,
Blind to the fact we all think the same thing,
So really are people judging us,
Or just judging themselves through those in the way?

Greedy eyes,
Hungry for the unknown prize,
It's too bad that nobody will win.
It's the game of life and risk combined,
The world is our board,
And we are the character pieces.
No more, no less.
Too much more.
Too much less.
Maryrose Alarcos Jun 2015
Don't mess up
Other people's feelings
When they're done
With all
The crap
That you
Caused them.

Don't come back
And smile at anyone
Like nothing
Ever happened
In the past
That made them
Hate you forever.

They're living fine
They're doing great
You don't need
To step into the picture
All over again
Because it's over
And you can't bring it back.
Wooh! I'm back! haha
Nikita May 2015
Thank you
Thank you for laughing at my insecurities
I appreciate feeling like crap
I'm tired of the same *******
I want to live a proper life
Not this melancholy crap
**** the people who want to stick their noses where they don't belong
They can keep their crap to themselves
I want to love
I want to make love
I want to be passionate
I ******* want you
Woke up late
Day's shot to hell
But, hey it's Friday
So, I guess it's just as well

Called in,
booked the day off
I figured what the hell
Had a coffee and ten cigarettes
But, it's Friday...can't you tell

It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes

Figured since
I'm staying home
I'll watch some tv shows
Cable bill got missed this month
I guess that's how it goes

It's Friday
so, I'm going
To head down to the bar
But, I find out in my driveway
That someone stole my car

It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes

I think
I'll call a taxi
That'll get me to the bar
Then I think
You *****
You left your wallet in the car

The day
is going nowhere
And it seems, I am too
But, hey
At least it's Friday
And to me...it's nothing new

It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes


No wife
No car, a day off too
No tv shows to see
There's nothing
more can happen
That can make this worse for me

Breakfast, it's
cold coffee and
at least ten cigarettes
But, hell
It's frickin' Friday
And the day ain't started yet...

It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes
JavNiv May 2015
Oh crap,
I applied for mcdonalds,
But I didn't really want the job,
Now I have an interview,
A day before my graduation ceremony,
****,
I'm supposed to have another job interview,
With another burger flipping place,
****,
What do I say,
What do I do,
Nervousness consumes me...
Bla...
A poem about possiblybeing stuck at mcdonalds
George Krokos Apr 2015
There’s a story about hyperbole and rigmarole
that may have something to do with rock’n roll
though there are many who will not think so
because it really depends on what you know.

The amount of garbage that is spread around
is more than enough to stay on the ground;
if it doesn’t get buried in some landfill
may in time continue on its journey still.

When we say one thing but mean another
this can be confusing even to your brother,
and if it gets in the ears of someone nearby
may be passed on without questioning why.

Word of mouth is a form of communication
which doesn’t need any lengthy explanation
yet it can in fact get the message across
irrespective of what is said to one’s loss.

Nowadays there is so much ******* and crap
it’s hard to distinguish just what isn’t a trap
to lure people into believing what’s being said
regardless of whether or not they end up dead.
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Written in 2013.
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