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penelope Dec 2019
Tomorrow I'd go to school to see you; I only had a mind for melancholy and romance, and no room for myself. This was me today, and perhaps tomorrow I'd switch for the organic, unplanned me or-

She'd switch for nobody, and she'd abandon the idea of "I", because she'd no longer understand what it meant to refer to herself, nor did she have enough thumbs to condense her being into that mysterious letter that everyone else seemed to use without conflict.

It disowned itself, ashamed of synthetic sense of self, its fabricated empathy.

Temporarily, until it wakes from its nightly slumber and tastes the sugar of the words, "Good morning". She'll find some spirit to fill her shell and deem herself human.
shamori Apr 2019
Tell me what’s it like when you get a hold of
The things you want and whatever you prayed for

3 whole nights on that greyhound, searching
Looking for peace in a bottle of bourbon
Find hope in uncertain cuz one things certain
Dead by 27 if I don’t put the work in
Eyes wide open, head on a swivel
Looking for an answer to this ******* riddle

Mama told me keep my head on straight
I can’t come down
But the turns and the crossroads seal your fate
In this town
Screaming out to god with the ugliest face
I look alive
3 more years til it all goes away
I have the time
shamori Jan 2019
Father forgive me as your creation.
Your disowned student, the bane and your lost rival.

Doubts and questions since inception about inception. My reception and your deception.

Saving only comes for those worth saving. But you were the one who left me to danger.

I require not a touch nor love from you or those cut from your cloth. Just give me back what you stole from me.

Because I’ve never felt more scattered than when you left me out to live. Rid me of your leadership.
If I am to die tonight
Let all my secrets spill
About the lives I lost
And those I saved
As part of my fight
Surging thunders for its thrill
Forgetting the true cost
Of what my heart truly craved

If I am to die today
To the countless I saw
It is to which I thank yee
For memories I cherish
Beyond what words may say
Farther than the eye may see
And last long past my perish

If I am to die tomorrow
Let the sands of time
Slow to a wounded crawl
So I may find myself drunk
On the serenades of friendship
I have longed to enjoy
And resurrect my memory
From endless sorrow
As my mind so focused on crime
Tried to seal away everyone outside
Its wall
And keep inside worthless junk

If I died yesterday
I shall beg the angels
To let my soul wander
So I may visit all
Who I let reside in my heart
To simply remember
The beauty in them I loved
From bonding miles away
To moments alone upon a hill
And treks into the valleys
Leaving myself to ponder
The purpose of life I left behind
Forgetting the reason to brawl
So I may truly part
Into the warmth of heavenly embers

If I am to die
Let me take each moment
To make what wrongs I can
Right
Let me flourish
To give what life I have left
Its fullest fulfillment
Before it's fooled
By another conman

If I am to die
Let the one I love
Know my true embrace
Without a source of doubt
Far past all fear
To which I may cry
When the wedding with white doves
Brings deserve joy upon her face
As I repeat the words to assure
"I am forever yours,
My dear"
Nonsense Poet Nov 2017
Awkward silence
Vanitas still-life
Remembering I must die
Thinking about afterlife

Still-life painting
Symbols of death or transience
The same old story
Unique true glory

Attention to one more fact
I know I'm into this
I'm a part of everything
Even without feeling it

Memento mori
Painted bended blind
A friendly reminder
Coming across my mind

The brevity of human life
A proper masterpiece
No one can escape
Let it rest in Peace
Fresh corpses line the boulevard
as the street lights do,
and thrushes sing a requiem
for the old man who
lights a white candle each morning.

— The End —