#defective
An unforeseen spiritual derecho hit me recently/ I hunkered down in a world class storm shelter/ but the shelter proved shoddy and substandard and shifted off its solid foundation and fell apart/ I was then blown away!
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 9:07 AM UTC
I can't trust my mind or my heart like you can't trust a post laxative ****
Seems like they've both been plotting against me from the start, planning to steal this soulful art
Like they know when it comes to the afterlife, reincarnation plays a big part
And with the knowledge and comfort of that truth they're ready to scrap me now like bad art
A defective throw away product that seems to have been bought at a dollar general corner mart
Then pushed around in a stolen grocery cart till interest fades and goes dark
I have to find the right end with no place to start, close my eyes and toss a dart
Then keep the blindfold on and let you tell me the score, not smart
Last time I trusted either of you ya fed me the equivalent of a week old shart
Through a feeding tube that I didn't need according to my hospital chart
Neglecting real issues when there's endorphins to bogart, losing my mind, watching my soul depart
I've lost and broken the both of you yet you still torment me, not even phased by my rampart
I never stood a chance, oblivious to the warning siren like Mozart, silent as I'm pulled apart
No one will think back on me but if they do I'll just be seen as another failed upstart
©2020
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
Writhing in this reality, we cry, retching
From fumes that pervade society;
The clear skies that had been, mutating
Into an inferno that bleeds tragedy
As we lay in a sinking world of deceit.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
Your rhymes were a bin bag thrown
in the trash, couldn't even write a
sentence, dyslexia of meaning
and ****** up sentences that
weren't even spelt write.
Couldn't even spin a line,
as it was meant to be straight
but your words were more wavy than
a bad perm.
There isn't room for a failed wanna be,
alone in your room ************
hard,
But your more empty than the raisin
***** your trying to spit out of...
Non consequential wording that doesn't flow
down stream,
more like your floating bloated
breath releasing putrid gas
that stinks more than what they were belching out.
I never insult the cadavers of dead lines,
but your words were buried even before
you opened that hurse of dead beats.
a handful of rhymes that were more powerful than
your buried career,
sorry you were a foot in the grave even before you
opened your mouth.
Song I wrote after I used your girl..
I wasn't the one she wanted it was you,
but I gave her what she wanted
and that never included you..
Every thing you wanted I stole,
and gave her fake wishes that were
tarnished but she never looked beyond
the moment seeing the stitching
of us was more fake than the smiles I gave her.
I knew she wanted to be with you,
but I was the salesman of woman..
While you were the boy next door, I was the salesmen
showing her fake dreams..
Don't worry you can have her after I've used her enough,
I'll even trade her in for a good price..
Ye, she'll be broken..
But everything is always defective
after I've rode it enough...
Her crown maybe cracked,
but she'll be yours even though she'll be thinking
of me even though your in her, I'm the length
she'll remember but she'll be your crack queen.
Now this is enough of wording.
and I'm moving on to the next one.
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Oft have I paused to think upon faith and what makes it strong.
The faith to be wise and to know right from wrong.
No not the faith that gives rise for Gods to be born.
But the strength and belief to fight when I am most torn.
I speak of the faith to believe of who I might be.
The faith to know with conviction its enough to be me.
A faith to be sure and a faith with no doubt.
No mumbles in meekness but a voice raised in shout.
So long since my faith was so raised up on high.
So little belief now that there is nought else but to cry.
What can be done to restore faith that is now lost.
With each thought and contemplation at additional cost.
So low now on faith... did I ever really believe?
Perhaps all along... not faith... but only... self deceive?
How can I live a life where all belief of self has faded away.
To what point, without my own faith, to greet the next day.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
I am defective
but I am striving
to improve my self
into my ideal self.
I am flawed
but I am striving
to correct my self
into my ideal self.
I am unhappy
but I am striving
to improve my self
into optimal
joy and happiness.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
It’s like,
A glitch in the system
_error.
Something stopped working.
Fix it,
Reload the data
Delete the inconvenience.
Everything’s brand new,
No viruses,
No defects.
Flaws?
None.
The infected files are gone.
Time passes time.
Broken, fixed
Broken, fixed
_null.
Dead.
There’s nothing left.
Back to throwing it out
And getting a new one.
Replace, replace, replaced.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
I don't know
If I could ever
Make you understand
But I can paint a picture clearly
My parents
The doctors
All made a desperate attempt
To save my right eye
Only 6 years old
And I was already
Doomed to go blind
I was not dyslexic
But I wrote backwards
I could see
Out of my eye
But I had to accept at a young age
That I would never see
Perfectly
Later on
I realized
I will never accept
Going blind
In my right eye
My sight fades
As my vision deteriorates
With each passing day
Sometimes
I can't feel my eye
I have to hold out an arm
As to avoid running into things
It's so embarrassing
When I was Young
Kids made fun of me
Because I wore an eyepatch
It was like a bandaid
At night
My mom would tear it off
And I would cry myself to sleep
In pain
Because my skin came off with it
And my nerves were on fire
The doctors said
I'm too old now
I will never see out of that eye
Ever again
I couldn't help
But fight the tears
This diagnose felt terminal
After all the hard years
I still can not accept
That I will never see again
Going through life
With a blind side
I was never meant to fit in
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
My favorite color is blue,
Unless it's on a computer screen.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
I don't know what it is,
But something's missing
Something's missing from me
And I think that's you.
I feel like a defective doll
One that won't operate without being tuned
One that won't laugh
Without unless you put in a battery
I'm like a mute that won't sing
Unless given a tune.
And that tune, and that battery,
They're you.
And I miss the day we spent basically the whole day together
I miss your presence
& I can't help but feeling
Defective without you.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
What does it say about me, then, that to make life would take mine away?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
I've been hurt before, love's pain seems to be my chronic affliction,
I've never been shown this much affection.
Please excuse my apprehensive reactions, if my participation feels like I'm just going through the motions- I find it hard to portray my emotions.
I've had so many lust filled stints; That's why I don't know if I can accept this, your love that is.
You're out of my league I know that ; I'm, in the eyes of those I've loved, just : emotional,untalented, unathletic, poor and fat those things I just can't forget.
My insecurities
a guard,a shield, they limit me to what I think I deserve and I don't deserve to be happy and with you that's all I know I can be.
Forgive me,
if It takes me time to say those 3 words, even when my heart beats like the wings of a humming bird, it's just I can't imagine why you have these feeling for me,
my Baby TT
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC