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Von White Feb 2019
Alcoholic bulimia.
Empty out your insides.
Hardly anything within you.  
Still purge all of it out.
Leave a synthetic stomach As Barren as the lost at sea.
Puking until  weakened by vicious dry heaves.
exhausted and now pleased
Tile rubbing raw the knees.

Alcoholic bulimia.
Put cold fingers down your throat. Alcoholic bulimia.
Laughing as one chokes.
Alcoholic bulimia.
Bronze hair in ***** soaked.
Put cold ******* fingers.
Down your cut up throat.
Put cold ******* fingers.
Down your cut up throat.
Put cold ******* fingers.
Down your cut up throat.
Alcoholic bulimia.
Alcoholic bulimia.

Finger nails cutting the asofogis.
Head in toilet stains with
Poetry/lyrics
Hydeer Feb 2019
Shadows from a dark room with no windows or light will whisper to me and call for me
I can't help but to be drawn into a state of numbness and weakness as they chant and almost screaming my name
I want to resist and pull away yet I'll still make my steps twords the room as I'm drawn by envy
I know when if I make a few more steps the people behind will say I've brought shame
But as the darkness consumes me and my voice gets quite the shadows will always chant my name.
Eka Chollokava Feb 2019
***
At the horizon where skies meet Earth
The mystical nine floors lead to re-birth.
It is a struggle to take a step,
To shift from the earthy to the cosmic map.
I ceased existence in order to live,
And I drew your picture on a Saturday eve.
If you are a dream, you are the fairest of them,
But why do you bleed? Are you hurt as I am?
It rains with star dust to wash away blues,
We gain forever for pieces we lose.
Deeply connected to each other and others
Our father is Sun, Moon is our mother.
You are my passion which brings me up-high,
But are you an illusion? I wonder and sigh.
Ffion Jones Feb 2019
I spin myself a web of lies;
Lies that are disguised as the sweetest nectar
Yet contain a sickly poison within -
Killing yet comforting with every dose.

My tainted spell bewitches me,
To the point where both
mind and matter are
completely controlled by my
pleasurable pain,
And when my sense rejects this impulse my
insatiable heart clamours for more
and more,
pushing me to the brink of insanity -
Insanity that no one but my desire is to blame.

And what lies can influence the logical mind so?
Lies of unspoken passion which only my eye can see,
if my eye is to be believed.
Fantasies of requited need and longing,
Dreams of endless wonder at what could be
and what might be, maybe.

I don't want to believe my lies anymore
For they fool my silly heart,
Yet perhaps my lies are the only thing
Keeping my heart from breaking.
Throwback to when I fell in love at first sight all those years ago ✌️
Chris Feb 2019
Mad
I say I like it.
Being mad.
Tried to be normal once, didn't go well.
It's the answer.
To all of you.
Nothing helped me, Noone helped me,
No support or understanding.
I've gone insane and I am a better person for it.
What's stopping you?
Manda Kolav Jan 2019
Within my veins
A toxic craze
Itches and swells.
It paints
China white skin
Rose red,
Ardent with haste.

It takes the skies,
Fills it with diamonds
And in the nights,
Reduces the stars to
Nothing more than coal.

Mad hat men
Line the streets,
They blow blue kisses
That float my way
In rings of smoke.

And when I visit
The same dark holes
Of yesterday.
They’re filled with rabbits
White as chalk,
Scattering,
like dropped marbles.

After cold nights
When dawn drapes the sky
In new clothes,
Stray cats flood the pavement
In choirs
Ready to sing us into the new day,
All while I pretend
I'm not slipping down this rabbit hole.
LylexRose Jan 2019
Hey I'm back by popular demand
So pop a lil xantex
As many as you can
But Ambassador I can
Not be to sloppy or rand...
Don't remember who I am
Its fine not even I can
Too many drugs will do that to a man 
Independently wrecking the fans
Do it as fast as you as can
Start at ten and work ya way downa'
Wink, when?
Down another tablet
*****, yes!
Blow it, **** it and pass it to a friend
This ***** like Jessica Abla
Put ya ******* in my mouth
Such finesse and nostalgia
Oh wowcher
I just made a mess of my trousers
I'm on the rise, the original arouser
Fully automatic, full on Mauser
I'm feeling pretty good, wanna come around?
Unlock the backdoor
Forgot to make sure
Oops you left without me
What to do now,
I guess it's time to die, youch

Yeahhhhh!

You can tell the wives love it
You can tell I've lost it
You can we don't take ****
Brace yourself for the next bit
Cos I've just ******* lost it


I'm as smooth as a criminal
I can be as smooth as a gentleman
Smooth as a 10 year old degenerate
Freshly bolded genitals
Tryin' figure where ma friends went
Guess they left me, what a surprise eh?
They never replied to the letters I sent
Ah oh well **** em' all anyway
Who could really blame them
Preaching to the choir
With the promise I could save them
But will I'll come back as nasty as he can
Walk up to the cutest girl
Ask for her hand
Lead her the dance floor
Ask if she wants
To make me into a man
Make some plans to
Stick her hand down my pants
34 seconds to finish from a couple of yanks
Fling her a nickel
Slap her ***
and say my thanks "mate" hah
Matter of fact bake me a birthday cake
Hidden blade inside to hide the *******
Jail break
Under shower *** is great
Just waiting for ya to participate
"Over here Georgina Bush
I need to *******!"

Woooaaaahhh!

You can tell the wives love it
You can tell I've lost it
You can we don't take ****
Waste your yourself on it
Cos I've just ******* lost it

I'm still going what, how, can?
The kinda life that'll make me a man
I mean I can bounce words around
Just like ya boy Simon Cowell
Caught inbetween Kim Kardashion's ***
Smashed, lashed I think I'm lost in here
Grasp, strong stance, but this is severe
Its all over now, I knew she was hollow
All this time I've been mellowed
But Its the first time Kimberly just swallowed
Yeaaaah hah!
aj kamari Jan 2019
built to be torn
grown and then chopped,
we are.
set up in a mainstream world
blindly unaware that acceptance
is just an illusion with false hype
of great importance.
with conformists scared of 'insanity'
and shunning as the cure for all fear,
individualism falls.
society mindlessly pushes difference
off a black and white cliff
to decompose in a sea of acidic hate.
just for being content with our oddities,
we are shut down like the ignorant.
oh, how unfortunate we are
to be cursed with a brain.
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