#5minutepoems
Oh ache I ache
Look at my aim
My ache is the answer
Block that shame
Father that baby
Baby that father
Shame your brother
Blubber and bother
Bother that blubber
Sober, I slobber
Clobber that slobber
Aim to smother my lover
With harangues to the beat
That will bloom in this box
I harangue till the end
Blooms ends with tick tocks
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
I am a machine
How 'bout that
I ought to run lean
But I am not clean
Ran over a cat
Made quite an impression
My passenger spat:
"That feline is flat"
Intake, compression
Ignition, exhaust
Here's my confession
(Oh what an obsession)
And what is the cost
For sweet release?
For toxins tossed?
Redeem what is lost
I **** squeeze,
Bang, blow...
Forget to say please,
Run hot with ease
My fluids are low
I'm 'bout to run dry
A gasket might go
And oil won't flow
Oh why even try
This machine is obscene
My insides will fry
And soon I will die
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Would God dismiss this life I took and banish me based on my first sin?
A damaged youth, Adam is proof, He ****** me too, but she sinned first.
Mother dear, my friend, my rib, you saw him too, when he tried to leave you.
He's different now you must be proud, he slayed himself, no dirt, such clean shoes.
But I caught sight of it just before he changed, and saw him shatter those plates on your head.
Wait, I do remember my first sin.
I bottled my rage and loved everyday, I mastered my mind and captained my life, it was so nice, a hero to none, I never battled anyone; I just thrashed the table.
I thought there was nothing wrong with shattered plates.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC