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whatever it takes,
good or evil, it doesn't matter anymore,
as long as it works,
as long as we meet one more time,
this time I promise,
it will work.
inspired by the captain
Aaron LaLux Mar 7
Always racing the clock and running amok,
wear my heart on my sleeve but keep my thing tucked,
what does he mean in other words what the fck,
I mean he calls a always racing the clock and running amok,
wear my heart on my sleeve but keep my thing tucked,
what does he mean in other words what the fck,
I mean he has the ***** to call a ***** a ***** and a duck a duck!

Yuck,
so bitter it’s biting,
uggh,
not a quitter nor fighting,
won't give up,
as the darkness grows we just keep enlightening,
yup,
loud as thunder fast as lightning,

see sometimes the darkness can be so enlightening!

Call as ***** a *****,
and a duck a duck,

yuck,
so bitter it’s biting,
uggh,
not a quitter nor fighting,
won't give up,
loud as thunder fast as lightning,
yup,
as the darkness grows we just keep enlightening,

see sometimes the darkness can be so enlightening!
Yea I totally support you
In this relationship created out of spite
Have fun while it lasts
All she wants from you is nothing good
But what do I know?
Why should I care?
Have fun...
Lynnia Feb 23
Enter in the beauty of this purity
Sincerity’s a rarity
Look in the mirror and I stare at me
Offer up a prayer for me
But the guilt overrides me
It eats up inside me
Bide my time ‘till I’m free
Like the inverse of Lyme disease
Fine by me, let me be
I’ll huff and puff in ecstasy
But words are nothing; words are free
Words sap up my energy
These colors aren’t that fun
Found myself overrun
Screams brighter than the sun
Coming from everyone
Yet they live their lives in white lies
With nothing else to stand by
No power helps their planes fly
And in the end they all die
Honesty’s a lonely word
Feeling under scrutiny
Heavy under blows;
is this a mutiny? Pardon me,
Because I was never the captain
I was never in charge
Life doesn’t have captions
It’s just blank index cards
Murphy’s law applies to spirits
Raise a glass for your ghost
Right when things are gone,
That’s when you miss them the most
Anna Feb 15
Her eyes are covered by a black cloth
Settling on my thighs

Her eyes are fading
But are still so bright red

Sometimes
When she gets scratched
Her eyes cry a ravine of blood
And I have to stop it

I put bandaids over her eyes
To stop her from crying
To force her from crying

But her eyes twitch
And as the cloth moves,
It pulls the bandaids right off.

But by then she has stopped crying
Her eyes are just red now

And the more I wait
And let her be
The more she fades
The happier I am

And then I scratch her again.
This is an extreme metaphor, but interpret it as you wish.
nat Jan 30
feel it heavy as it presses down on my heart
and handcuffs me to the bed
my brain is filled with glycerine and
old cooking oil
my brain is fried.
thoughts of addiction riddle me in my sleep
i don't feel safe in my own body
trapped here, i live by a clock
i go by what time i need to eat
eat, ****, sleep
eat, ****, sleep
eat, ****, sleep, cry



be it half full

or half empty,

fill it with

whatever

makes you happy


or pour some out

for whoever makes

you

h a p p y


just be sure to save

a little for yourself
let your cup

runneth over

if

that's whar ya like


just don't go around stealing drinks
your age, your title
all these cease to matter when
we shed the casing
The Arctic Monkeys rattle my brain
nearly into a trance
while the lyrics cut
into my subconscious,
leaving me just a hint of sober

while she's sleeping, I *****
bleed my brain into this blank screen,
into this ******* machine,
so my feelings can be made public,
yet for the most part, unseen

it's odd, you know, I feel
further isolated, yet somehow,
part of something bigger, something,
I don't know, eternal,
when I feed this dysfunctional family
I'm a starving technician, because my profession doesn't pay, rather it robs me of my sleep, my peace, and some of my sanity
I don't get in a hurry,
but I don't take breaks
life is like riding a bicycle, the moment you stop moving forward, it becomes much harder to balance
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