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Steven Fried Nov 2014
We have sacrificed freedom upon immovable alters
White runny paint is our animalistic blood
We decorate where we pray
frescos, mosaics,
Crete’s naturalistic landscapes
imitation only because we are unsatisfied with the un-safety inherent in Earth’s identity.

look at the wall
imagine your lover on the other side
hold your hand to it
imagine your finger tips touching through the plaster
now see her dead
mutilated on the ground
in a ****** pool
because you couldn’t reach
over the wall

the City is a masquerade ball
things hide behind brick masks
who knows
you could **** a tenement building with a Mac truck
like an aristocrat penetrating his princess
late into Moon’s rise
and find a thousand thousand beetles and cockroaches streaming out of the hole
and prisoners who haven’t seen the sun in years

we are humans
no longer natural, caged.
no longer aware, lost
no longer real, facades.
What are our walls?
bucky Nov 2014
ME, SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR THINKING ABOUT RIPPING PEOPLES THROATS OUT I WANT TO ****
I WANT TO **** MYSELF
ME, SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR THINKING ABOUT BLOOD AND GUTS DRIPPING FROM MY MOUTH AND MY HANDS I WANT TO ******* EAT SOMEONE
**** RINSE REPEAT, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
ME, SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR TEARING OUT MY HAIR
ME, SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR THINKING ABOUT THE MATHEMATICAL STATISTICS OF SURVIVING A FALL OUT OF MY BEDROOM WINDOW
ME, SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR
ME, SCREAMING
bucky Nov 2014
'bury me,' i say, 'god,
stop choking, ******* bury me,'
lay me to rest with the other dead things in the garden
i spit in the ground to make it special
i want you to eat me
i want a lot of things
(i want you to eat me,
among other things
like the dead bodies sewn into my ribs,
and the carcass at your feet--i
want you to eat me, and enjoy it)
i taste like royalty
are you satisfied?
are you satisfied?
are you satisfied?
im still awake after all this time,holy and undead
(or just unholy and dead;but
what i meant to say was,
'i still love you')
today i will tear my stockings
i don't want a dead lover i just want to be dead
this time tomorrow i will have forgotten, i swear, or i promise, or something
god you're beautiful
and other sentiments
(are you satisfied?
are you satisfied?
are you satisfied?
why the **** are you here
you're not special
its ok, i scratched out my own eyes years ago)
god you're beautiful when you're dead
and other sentiments
im not a corpse im a cufflink
another one for the tally mark sweethearts
and the milk carton crying downstairs
i tell you i feel fine but im still drooling
it doesn't change anything
i say, 'i wanna bleed out'
and you say, 'i love you too,' and you stab me in the jugular
KEEP THE ***** YOULL NEED IT FOR LATER
kennedy Nov 2014
purple prints
smudged on the canvas
of white skin
the only remnants
of the great requited love
that once softened our bones
waves of passion
that broke onto
the beach of violence
blame
and bruises
On a relationship that could've killed me
M Eastman Nov 2014
I've seen the kind of violence
that makes you ill
for the rest
of your
life.
grotesque bombastic dramas
and tragic gore soaked tears
and when it's still
and quiet
it comes roaring back to you
honey Oct 2014
He stumbles through the door,
I take a kick to the chest,
And a yell,
That I'm worthless and to get the **** away,

I back away,
thinking it was my fault,
slinking to my mother,

I get in the car,
Not knowing what was in store,
Or how long I would really be apart from my hero,
I thought it would just be 2 weeks,
I was wrong,

My daddy comes home from prison,
I had forgotten the things from before,
And I hug him and kiss him,
I missed him,
He smiles and returns my affections,

I look at the woman,
Round and thick,
Jolly, if you please,
And slink behind my "hero",
He tells us it's ok,

We meet our soon-to-be-siblings,
Hugging,
Smiling,
Bonding,

The young one touches too much,
when nobody's around,

My daddy stops letting mommy,
see us,
talk to us,

How long has it been?
I miss my mommy...

Some people came,
He told us to lie,
Or else,
and we do,
They break the rules,

He tells us mommy's dead,
He killed her,
She's in the attic,
I start to cry and ask why,
He answers that she was a *****,

Cops come a week later,
Everyone's screaming,
Holding,
Hiding,
I don't,
I want them to take us,

They take us up the road,
They let me sit in the front,
And press the buttons,
To the station we go,
To the back,

I see someone,
By a white bmw,
Smiling,
Mommy,
I start to cry,
laughing,

I jolted out of the car,
Letting my little brother out,
Running to my real hero,
She saved us from the man that fooled us all,

I am grateful,
I am thankful,
I am happy,


Mom,
It's been 7 years since that day,
We were away from you for a year,
We were all lied to,
Including you,
But I want you to know that Korey was never "Hero",
You were always our hero,
Conner,
Christian,
Me,
I love you,
and we will always be your babies.

cdh
just something.....

update: I showed this to my mom and she cried for 20 minutes and hugged me--
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