#badhabits
Bad habits we know all about,
just drinkin the best beer,
just havin that last smok
just one more time to touchin yourself.
This all leads to a tedious cycle of thing,
one is ok you will think?
two will make all my worries go,
threes the charm
i lost my count after that i don't know.
Bad habits lead to meeting strangers at night
i don't know if it's good or bad you decide,
Addictions lead to people at their worst states of mind
contemplating life," Was it worth it?
good or bad you decide?
Let us work through our sorrows
and focus on the life we want tomorrow,
Quit out bad habits from our life,
and live like a king or night,
you decide?
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
Negative habits, emotions, and thoughts:
feel like venom, injected by a snake.
Slowly or quickly killing me from within.
Bit by bit, or all at once.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
You were good for me
With your wide-eyed gaze and cheery laugh,
your dreamy eyes and strong beliefs
I liked you
But not enough to break my bad habits
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC
drinking alone, smoking,
playing dead, overthinking,
a psyche made of bad habits
and a stomach that's always sinking.
this is the summer of silhouette,
laying in the shade, apathetic slumber,
the figure of a man in the background,
counting my ribs and fearing the number.
i go transparent in the sunset -
the sickness is tangible, apparent,
just as i knew, feared -
it's buried in my chest, inherent.
i can't get better when
it's just paper mache and cigarettes;
i pray and pray and pray
but no one's heard me yet.
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 4:45 AM UTC
now it’s broken bliss,
as my blood pours over from yesterday.
never finding solace from god,
he tore my flesh away.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Pictures can only hold so much
It doesn't mask the difference from a kid to a man,
From aggressive behavior to tame
Nor does it show my inability, and pain.
Looking at him then
Shows immaturity and lack of awareness.
Bound to heavy weight of trauma and insecurity.
Yet not seen resolved
Only to make more involved.
He was and if not
As bad as the one who cut his throat so deep
He couldn't find himself enough to speak.
He would then damage others who never deserved the baggage.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
‘Side my castle of creation
queries ‘trench their tangled teeth
‘to the skin of ideations
left by my kindly hearth to sleep.
Barbaric! Fixing little ones,
woken from their tender dreams,
as trophies ‘top their flags of war,
proud to wave their silent screams.
Drag me, ruthless, from my chamber!
Throw me, forceful, ‘pon the ground!
Show me, lifeless, cased in embers!
Pour me, endless, blood to drown!
Look, they shout, amongst the ashes!
N' ****** my face into the bones.
Cradled in their kind-less caskets,
ugly truths I’d always known.
Now ‘lone I sit in contemplation,
scared on stony perch to find,
‘side this castle of creation,
hope to ease my loveless mind.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
i wrote about the beauty of his lips
and the lies which flowed from them
he's the type of man you can't stay away from
you know you need to
have to
want to
but can't
he's the type of man to manipulate first and love second
he's the type of man you fall inlove with
even when you shouldn't
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
old habits approach me like dealers
in the darkness. their faces hidden by shadow,
their intentions vivid as they whisper
wonderful promises of release,
of escape and of freedom.
i tell them no, push them away,
i attempt to stray towards the light.
they grab my wrist and spin me around,
holding tight as they look me in they eyes
and whisper "you're not going anywhere".
i try to hold out, but the fear is building
up inside, and i'm not sure if i am strong enough
to fight back, to win this constant battle.
i want to scream for help, i want to cry out
in desperation, but i am drowning.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
All the ways I try to fill the void
Seem to make me empty
Funny how shallow needs
Create a shallow soul
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
You say i'll never be secure
I'll always be the one jealous of her.
I think she's just who you'd prefer.
You only see skin color. I'm pale and thinner.
Maybe if I was thicker, hair was longer,
You wouldn't long for her.
Or have me thinking im mediocre and crying all October.
I was hoping our memories would hold you over.
It's my birthday, no reason to stay sober.
Try to remember me before
I made mistakes, i just wanted to explore.
I got ahead of myself, i wandered too far.
Fell from a cliff tryin to get my **** licked.
Lost my inocence, then got lost in your forest.
Wanted to climb sequoias, now all I gots a toothpick,
and kindling, but I cant keep our flame lit.
so my hearts ripped and my minds split.
Do I choose love, do I choose happiness?
Do I walk away? i wont hear the end of it
My heart knows what my mind dont admit.
I could drive myself crazy, loosing my whits.
So i walk slow follow the signals, see it from your angle, stare out my window, watch the smoke flow.
I never wanna see you go as easily as this wind blows my clouds low, away from my home.
Try to grasp it, but it slips through my hold.
Always felt like you broke the mold.
Everyone before you was placebo, you were my libido.
Turned me into a loving creature, instead of who I am now, feral with fever. ******* for leisure, smoking until I cant see clear.
Wish I could go back to who you knew last year.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Vices, circling tighter.
I have slid back into them like a hand into a dish glove,
Only to find lingering soapy water in the fingers.
They don’t do what I want them to do,
Don’t relieve my misery as I had hoped.
And I burn burn burn like a circle of hell,
While trapped in my own ring of fire.
I think about you.
But that’s not enough either.
What is?
The chains get a better hold of me.
I take a deep breath
and let myself be pulled under.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
I dont want food to be my adiction anymore
I don't want to numb my emotions by yet another drug
I dont want to sweep everything underneath a rug.
Yes Ive did it wrong, but what could I do?
Food was the only thing that gave me comfort, its not like I've could've shoot up ******* in my veins at the age of 10.
But I had food, a sick adiction, a temporary fix, for problems that are much deep.
It's a miracle that I could've even function under such amounts of stress, But I did it brave without showing any signs of distress. And why, why wouldnt I feel disstress and pain? anyone that walked in my shoes would feel the same.
So this is my solution, a sour and sweet absolution, from now on there'll be no supstatution for how I feel.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
van gogh was so infatuated with the idea of being happy, he ate yellow paint in hopes of it making him more joyful on the inside. to him, the toxicity of the fluid he had digested did not compare to the toll depression had on his mental health. this isn’t much different from alcoholism or drug abuse.
see, we often confuse our temporary thrills for happiness and end up broken in the end.
you were my yellow paint, until you were the poems i wrote at midnight.
you were the sun shine & blue skies, until
you were the rain that poured from my eyes.
now, you’re just the water i drowned in and the fire that confused my lungs for wood.
-a.d
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
A rush of blood to the head
The excitement of dread
Why
Do we yearn for the reasons we bled?
To be free from reality
Can't see your mortality
It's no surprise
The devil loves hospitality
Nobody watches him slide through the door
You give him everything yet he somehow wants more
Let him tear up the carpet
The curtains
The floor
That was the last time
Every time
You swore
k.d.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
It takes some disillusionment and ****** distress
for anyone to abstain from bad habits of excess.
Some people are caught up very early in life and
so can't get beyond them without a helping hand.
________________________
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
You're a piece of my dad
Sometimes I find him in your laugh
But then your smile goes crooked and your "bugs" act up again
You find clarity for a moment and then your thoughts become distorted
Was the habit to hard to break or did you think the promises I made for you were fake
You always told me every day to never give up why can you not wake up
Dad, Jake.. ?
What's your name ?
I feel like we're strangers and I feel like your love was fake
You took a piece of my sister's away and for that I'll never forgive you
Can't you see your own ****** mistakes
You're blind and they were right you are a snake
You fried your brains and I'm afraid it's to late
I can't save you unless you want to be saved
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Inhale
Exhale
The smoke fades the pst
Short hit
Long hit
Your lungs burn, your mind goes numb
Inhale
Exhale
The smoke fills the car
Short hit
Long hit
***** the past, that pain won't last
Smoke it up and burn the past
Bad habits have made me
Bad habits will break me
I will eventually learn
But for now I smoke to feel the burn
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
We were stuck in a downpour on Locust
Shadowed with good intentions
Your vices smothered your virtue
They exist on the coastline of your mind
Follow the glow of the neon signs
Turn right when you feel your chest convulse
Born cursed with impulse
Sanity leaks from the ceiling in your mind
Your gleaming with dishonesty
You curated needle graffiti on my walls
You disappeared liked clockwork
Down every shoddy alley
To fill your lungs with manic choas
Just another suburban stray
With calico bruises
Trying to find the glamour in its grip
-kellie scranton
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
You live and you learn,
or you die and you burn,
either way you’ll get your answers,
don’t be so anxious you’ll get your turn…
so don’t be so concerned,
the rhythm is a dancer,
clip’s in clip’s out,
Guns & Moses in The Holy Land of White Powders and Black Panthers,
Black Sabbath,
bad habits,
religious ideology spreads like community cancer,
the oppressed becomes the oppressor,
the suppressed become the suppressors,
the best defense is a good offense,
so defenders became aggressors to defend against the aggressors,
while genetic defects leads to passive aggressive defectors,
which is why she watches the world die before her eyes,
and thinks it doesn’t affect her,
and you’re asking me why,
like I have all of the answers.... To Be Continued...
from THT
available now worldwide: www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
i felt it tying weights
to everything that used to matter,
everything that brought me joy.
i looked in the mirror and smiled,
telling myself i was fine.
i looked in the mirror and smiled
at two rows of black soot,
crawling with greedy bugs,
that I used to call pearly-whites.
i felt my nerves and bones and muscles and ligaments
snap apart and wrap themselves
into each other and it hurt so much.
i thought it would never get to me.
i thought one day i would wake up and be okay,
but i never learned how to stop lusting
after dreams not made for me.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
and often nights? i -
i’ll have no trouble
it’s the screens that
do me in.
the fallen angel
the lithesome, spent glow
of do-overs
it just
does me in.
i am too possessed
by mercurial vapor
a dead self
at 2 and 3 and 4am
egging on, asking
“keep looking? it’s
somewhere in the archives.
it has to be.”
i promised, i promised
i wouldn’t, i promised
or I’d spend months
years, decades of life
living in the guesswork
the in-betweens
lying in the pathways
between the thought
and the reflex.
i could scroll a whole
lifetime away
in wanting.
it’s the screens that
do me in.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Alcohol lingers on
my breath
as I hide
my hands in
my sweater.
I chew on
what were once
delicate lips
but are now
dry and often
bleed.
I am covered
in these
bad habits
that have become
too hard
to hide.
-O.B
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC