#delinquent
The few who rely
On this use it not to fly
But in order to defy
For they are the abused
And the misused
Sometimes the unproved
Because they think they are in the right
They will continue to fight
For so many nights
And they come together
To stand amidst the frightful weather
In their sufferable adventure
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Derick knew what he had done,
To earn the impression of delinquency.
He had broken the law many times,
And fought with people frequently.
His mother branded him a danger,
To society and himself.
His father branded him a stranger,
His real son lived upon a shelf.
"See this boy here?" his dad would say,
Tapping a photograph of young Derick.
He remembered that day,
When life had been more generic.
That was before his father slouched alone,
Bottle in palm of hand,
Talking to women on the phone,
What a role model, what a man.
"I see the boy," Derrick said,
His voice quiet as night.
"But I don't see the man,
Who prompted me to fight."
Little Derik came across his father,
Back then, talking to his women,
He managed to anger the man,
Who hit him then claimed to be kiddin'.
His father flushed with anger,
He hit his son in the face.
"Don't you dare say that,
You know your place!"
Derick, he was deemed society's menace,
Few cared that his father drove him so,
I hope that you will judge less,
For you simply never know.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
You rub my back as I run
Your tides storm for me
Watching my back as I chase
Fighting my demons as I trap
Your all open for me as I shatter
Your essence webbed on my matter
A shelter watching my hands as I wave
Vigilant of the witch in me mixing portions
How can I make it a perfect match?
Mould your breath as you dream
Surrender by the aisle and claim you
Create the Eden, imagined fruitful orchard
How can I lie close to you and captivate?
Melt in your shores as we feel and rotate
Blend harmoniously in sane sensitivities
Calm and coil in real passionate romance
Could our entwinement be the armageddon?
A forbidden and delinquent spice mashed
Too much pain that time itself cannot erase
An immortal evanescence of my mortality
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
With no money in your pockets,
and a desire for a smooth ride.
Yeah, **** it... something simple.
Lust for something easy.
You speak like
anything matters;
I complain in
the opposing
direction.
Bleeding, and everyone would care
if you'd just ******* show them.
Overdriven in lifestyle,
by design without purpose.
Wearing black, but not poignantly.
Cursing because ****
it feels so good.
Smashing whatever since
you don't own anything.
Dissenting because you can.
Maybe you'll steal **** tomorrow,
maybe you'll tell a lie.
Breathe in.
Cough, choke, turn indigo.
You're gonna do just fine.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
*Pardon me, but is something amusing you?
Must you mock everything I say and do?
Do you treat everyone you pass this badly?
Didn't anyone teach you how to behave properly?
One night, I could've sworn I heard you crying.
And yet you were still effing and blinding.
When in God's name will you mend your ways?
You're driving yourself to an early grave!*
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC