Oh my god I wanna die
I sit here while you watch me cry.
Because you know
you ripped my heart out.
Yes, you know
I'm fucking falling apart.
And I'm lying with the wind.
While you blow away the tables.
Singing with that precious,
that leaves me so unstable.
Watching you walk away.
It will always stay the same.
Drop dead gorgeous in your path.
Kill the boys with your wrath.
I feel the sting.
I feel the pain.
I'm crying these tears in the rain.
I wanted you then, I want you now.
But you're so. . .
You and me will never work out
cuz we'll always scream
and we'll always shout.
Call me all the names in book.
Leave me for someone
with better looks.
I feel sorry for the guys
who fall in love with boys like you.
Doing every breathing thing
you can get your dick into.
And I feel sorry for the girls
who fall for all your fucking tricks.
Why is it that you think love is all
JUST FOR KICKS!
STOP FUCKING FOOLING AROUND WITH MY HEART!
I'M SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT!
YOU'RE JUST A DICK!
YOU'RE FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!
Fate's harsh words led me to fall down a well into a body of hate. I feel ice that won't shake, for your sake, hope that I drown. You better not doubt. With the rage I feel, I could eat a heart out.
Timebomb without time, I will snap, like my mind. My grip on malice, my fury's a crime. Your pain, my pleasure; I am not fine.
I'm falling in hate with you. You could care less...
An incorrect choice to test me
This is a choice you'd regret.
The effort to love, a simple task.
To be played with is not something I asked.
Now It's time to collect your grave.
This hate I feel is something you paved.
I know the word well
liar thief untrustworthy
Mother, if you can't handle me
Maybe you should have just
Let me swallow that bottle of pills
I don't care what you think of me
Just leave me
The hell alone
I just don't understand what's wrong with you
I don't know
What's the matter mommy?
Can't handle a less than perfect child
An addled young adult
You never seem to hear me when I'm
Talking to you
Maybe you'll understand now that
I've etched into my wrists
No. You still wont listen
Maybe the cold dead body will help you understand
You never see
All the times I came home so high
That I never went to class
You don't work
But you still can't do your job
I'll never stop being fucked up
You'll never stop looking t me like I'm still in a hospital
Like you will never trust me
No time to talk about boys, mommy?
Okay, but don't get mad when I don't know how to love, just how to spread my legs
I wish I could say I hate you
But I'm just tired of you
One of these days you're going to be looking at my body
Lying on the kitchen floor
You're going to wonder why
But it will have been too late
You wouldn't read the wrists
Or let me have friends
Or a normal damn life
But if I don't get any say in how I live
I'll be sure to orchestrate every second of my death.
Journey to Tranquility©
As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day
I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go
Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief as we turn,
Turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made here though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear
Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight
The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore
It is worth the drive every time.
Does this poem
Violate your Facebook Community standards?
Would you prefer that I stand up
Put on a flap jacket
And display my assault rifle
Over showing you any art
With a hint or eroticism?
When you learn about a Terrorist attack in the News,
You might wonder why it's happening.
I'll tell you why it happens.
You're bullshit, patriarchal monotheistic religions
Cause people to explode.
I'm not going to walk into the local Cathedral
And commit a massacre,
But when I pass by,
I just spit on the ground and deliver a curse.
So many of my girlfriends
Received black eyes
From boyfriends and husbands
Who could not control their rage.
length and breadth,
beats to freedom
lost on a circular.
An ebbing destination,
Follow the signs.
We are a one way street,
follow the signs
on software maps.
by sequential lights
and us, caught
in a dragnet
within steely fish,
gasping for air,
choking on smoke,
gobbing phlegm globs
in interval gaps
nose to arse to
nose to arse.
The rage, the stares
the shouts, the finger,
the Grrr’s, the Rrrr’s,
the honks, the blares,
the bumper to bumper
The rolling down,
The falling down,
the stops, the starts.
Follow the signs,
follow the signs.
clogged and bogged,
liquid black blob.
follow the signs,
follow the signs,
follow the signs,
Copyright Marc Hawkins 2017
These minor aggravations,
Are driving me insane,
Day by day, just getting worse,
Taking things too far,
Fear is something that is delt everyday,
Evidently you forgot to pick up your cards,
Anger, while for most it burns hot and red,
For me it burns cold and white,
The rage courses through my veins, watch out they say for those who's rage burns cold,
For they are truly the ones to be afraid,
Always in control, never yelling always whispering,
Bringing out fear with their rage,
To this I beseech thee think and ye may survive,
The rage inside.
Decaying leaves glide along
The winds and land
To be mixed
With grassy fields.
A hill on the tip of the horizon
The deep sun
Makes the sky grow weary;
This could be God's will.
Steeply down a field of stone
That is seen outcast to the side
One lone body stands still.
Surrounded by figures
And sometimes beige.
Some trees bear fruit
Among other events.
Let there be no commitment
Nor a certain right
To become more
Than some accompaniment.
As if thee was mounted
On a pedestal
Then shaped by a bastard,
But this was stable
Amongst their table
Not to consume,
Why are there others
Which are not from
This boiling rage.
Drained of character,
Emotion, and determination.
It is replaced;
Figures filled with
I smile when I cry, can't help but wonder why.
Why still I wake this day, I want to just decay?
With death, I try to play, but life pulled me away.
And so I fill with hate, I will need me a guide.
I hold still to my rage, a bitterness resides,
I trapped inside a cage where happiness still dies.
Again, I sit and I still cry, and yet I wonder to myself, why...