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david mitchell May 2017
walk with the wind,
against the water's current.
trudge towards your gutter.
***** others in blind hope,
hope to high godless heaven,
that you're mad enough to pass as a purist.
...---...
find your gutter, close the shutters,
hide until the heavy wind deadens.
let your safe haven cave in,
bask in the mindless clutter.
become a fallen angel in your own armageddon.
-
...---...
I found myself fall into madness so I dove.
The best thing I ever did was let go.
And with each foot I fell, the voice in my head started to sound more and more like mine.
CastorPolydeuces Jan 2017
I'm always down, the gutter's my home
and the streets are strewn with plastic
and old cigarettes and syringes as always
but today I felt that friendly old surge
of an abnormal normalcy, as though
my ragged surroundings had elevated
to the level of the common folk.

I live for my manic high points.
This isn't really a poem, just a thought/state that I wanted to remember, and potentially call upon when I have more time to put effort into writing.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
You couldn't love me, I had to move on
I hope you see where you was wrong
I hope you stay strong
I never ment to harm
But I gave you my love it was never returned
You left me feeling burned
So in it is a lesson to be learned
Not not treat the heart of another
Like trash in the gutter
That you can pick up when you want
Never giving them a secound thought
Only when YOU need them, not when they need you
I hope if not a lesson, you at lest get a clue
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
**** the lights
Say goodbye
**** the lights
Say goodbye
We are nothing but fiction
A sacrificial supposition
But you don't understand
No you don't understand
A life of living in demands
I, a sacred book in a beggar's hands
**** the lights
**** the lights
We're drawing out the common end
A preamble to your life of wasted youth
Never knowing the end begins with you
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Break
Free
Save
Me
Figure 8 of 9 is just time intertwined against the definite nature of your infinity turned aside
Break
Free
Save
Me
I just wish it was this easy
To let the world know
How much this means to me
A heart bound to bones of my own creation but it won't show
So just go
**** the lights
**** the lights
**** the lights
Say goodbye
Say good night
Sienna Luna Jan 2016
Take my heart out of the gutter and shake it ‘till it bleeds.
That lonely mother-****** can’t breathe
unless the sinews stitch back together
like the veins of leaves,
all smooshed by heels and debris.
My heart can’t see.
Laying in that gutter; it can only believe.
Wren Djinn Rain Oct 2015
I say I'm
not looking
for love but
I'm looking
I'm catching
cold glances
from eyes filled
with the weight of
sorrow been cast in gold
My purposeful fingers
reach up for money from
the gutters, this,
is just what I'm told.
Enter my ears,
enter my eyes,
enter my skin,
into my lungs.
I'm not breathing
oxygen if I exhale
byproduct. I'm out
of luck, won't press it.
I'm out of reason in
speech. Beyond
preventable death.
Regret, turned to
malice. Chest
compression. I
could have been
a good person.
What value in gold,
if I have you?
Rafael Melendez Sep 2015
Feeling like the **** of the Earth, at the bottom of the gutters. Only me and these tireless feelings of regret and sadness. Only me and my death.
Let's only hope for this so called resurrection, otherwise this is the end of me.
I know, my broken heart poetry is the worst.
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