#drain
grey day of rain drains
indoors
i needn't share the days mood
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 2:51 PM UTC
How much sadness
To need someone
Just to **** some presence
To eat some beauty
To fear loneliness
Is a lustful decadence
Slowly dying
In evidence
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
No one could ever dream to have you beat
in self destruction, self pity and defeat,
it’s almost bittersweet.
But you get by, it’s you not I,
you get by with a plan to only die.
Yes you get by, with any chance to cry,
never noticing another’s sigh.
You know with all the licks you’ve been taking,
we’re both surprised that you’re still waking.
Oh and with the hits you’ll keep taking,
don’t be surprised that you’re still shaking.
Let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
slam our heads together; we’ll forget if not solve them.
So what’s your story you’ve got for me today?
I am no stranger to your sad tales,
though you push them right off the rails,
and my own attempt is exempt and always fails,
I’d have better luck pitching them as sales.
As you’d get by, just for a high,
only to try with your plan to die.
Yes you get by, it’s always you not I,
claiming life’s got you in it’s eye.
You know with all the kicks you’ve been taking,
it’s a wonder you’re still not breaking.
Oh and all the tricks you’ve been making,
are you shocked we think you’re faking?
Let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
you act the saint and cast I as the goblin.
So what’s your story, exaggerated allegory, today?
Let’s cut right to the root of the issue,
my hands are full but do you need a tissue?
I’ll say sorry, just ignore me and what I have to say.
So open up the bursting flood gate
direct the flow to where I seem to wait,
it’s truly my ears that suffer the most,
I abandoned thought not my post, though I now am late.
But you get by, and still yet defy
magnify on your plans to die.
You’ll always get by, call it a lie,
focusing on rain ignoring you’re dry.
Oh with all the trips you’ve been taking,
It’s no surprise you’ve been strongly flaking.
And with the drips and the lies that have been caking,
you can’t comprehend anyone else aching.
So let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
I’ll start a list and another separate column.
So what’s your story, for attention or glory today?
Let’s cut right to the root of the issue,
hands on your neck and checking your wrist too,
it’s mandatory and obligatory, but morally grey.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
When monsters are gnawing
At your heart
It is so easy to surrender
Trust me I've lost that fight
Many times and
Regretted it every time
But it only takes one minute
Of courage
To stand up and fight
Trust me it can be draining
But you'll thank yourself
Later
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
The hot shower water
embraces me,
cleansing me from the outside world.
Sometimes it takes my tears,
and often takes my pain.
I'm stripped of the negative thoughts,
as they hurry down the drain.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Change:
I hate this anxious feeling just before a change,
Hate to have this feeling when I feel overwhelmed and everything becomes hard to manage,
Heart beat runs faster than train,
this makes me feel so drain,
Man! Why it doesn't have a stop
just like a train?
It makes me feel dizzy,
when I try to control,
Makes me wonder
from where It comes,
all of sudden,
I lost in its thunder,
And it does rain,
When it makes me completely lose my brain.
Hate to have this feeling just before a change.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC
I’m feeling like giving up.
As I sit and gaze into nothin’
I hear my heart thumpin
through the music that’s crumpin
in my ears.
and I’m wishin
for it to all slow down
and stop.
I’m wishing I could
replace my blood with molasses
and then slit my wrist and watch.
Watch as the life drains from my eyes.
Would you believe me if I told you, that wasn’t a lie?
Not an exaggeration
or a tale?
Of course you wouldn’t
because you aren’t me
you don’t have my mind
or the thoughts that creep in.
and with a mouth
that is permanently disconnected
from my mind,
how will I ever get you
to understand
why I am the way I am?
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
Why am I so drained?
It feels like a pile of bricks
On my chest
Not matter how hard I try
To push them off
They want to stay
It’s their home
They say
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
I’m breaking down along with our economy
and all around they only want more from me.
The end of my rope but I’ve been tethering,
searching out hope but it’s straining and weathering.
Who cares? There’s nothing good to find,
the never ending stairs within my mind,
I’ve kept going, without knowing,
and there’s no result showing.
If you ask me what I’ve wanted the most,
it’s to destroy this parasite; I’m not much of a host.
I’m just waiting, debating
and operating almost like a robot.
I walk alone, I have no home.
I think I’ll crash if I continue going at this rate,
or maybe just break down; it’s still up for debate.
It seems like everyone in the world is ******** me
except for the select few who I wouldn’t mind *******
Wouldn’t it be exciting for our system to start igniting?
But you know we’d foot the bill
‘cause we’re paying them still.
They crave our money and vote but don’t care to hear us speak,
so my sincerest thanks for letting me work to barely eat.
If you ask me what I’ve wanted the most,
it’s to have an outside life; this routine’s made me a ghost.
It’s been draining, to be maintaining
this training to become a robot.
If you were to ask what our Country needed the most,
it’s lower taxes and more production from East to West coast.
We’re all slaving, and behaving
for laboursaving just like a robot.
I’m not alone, I notice each clone.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC
It is true pain changes people.
But you know what pain also does;
it hurts you,
it breaks you,
it drains you,
it disconnects you from the
people around you at times.
It sometimes makes you feel
like giving up on your life.
But maybe that's just a phase.
Maybe we have to break to heal.
Maybe we have to fall to rise.
Maybe we give up to fight.
Maybe we have to make mistakes to learn.
Maybe we have to tear to be courageous.
Maybe we have to go through chaos to find peace.
Maybe we have to feel weak to be strong.
Maybe we have to get messed up before we step up.
Maybe going down was a part of the plan of rising
up once again better.
Pain brings out the worst,
the best and sometimes
it is just different.
And you get to choose
who you get to cast yourself as.
You get to pick up those pieces
and place them the way you want to be.
Sometimes it isn't bad, it isn't good,
it's just different.
And that's alright.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:35 AM UTC
Your words are like chemotherapy;
a dose of truth,
a dose of advise,
a dose of pain and hurt.
Draining me,
breaking me
with the way
the words radiate
through my body.
But once my soul
resonates with those words,
blooming begins
and life starts to flourish
little by little.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Making new things old
Is what I do
I drain the life
Out of everything
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
You are Earth
And I am cloud
Whenever you will be disquiet
I will rain
And drain your all pain.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
I am tired
I’d being the drain
For everyone’s emotions
But my own
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:44 PM UTC
You talk and talk
And I'm glad to listen
I'm glad to hear
and to help
You list your problems
And I sympathize
As well as advise
Without any kind of price
On and on
I'm here for you
Listening, listening
Forever and ever.
All of your talk
and your negativity
Flows and spreads
Like a disease to your listener
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
I live in the drain
With runoff rain
That unlocked pain
Inside of my brain
That’s a dying flame
From mighty shame
This life is draining
Never obtaining
The proper training
Or someone explaining
Something worth retaining
As time continues waning
I live life in the gutter
When my relation to others
Is either finding a lover
Or running for cover
No middle ground under
My path quaking asunder
My life is leeched
And washed in bleach
As I drain what I preach
Focusing on what others teach
So I may one day reach
A tranquil beach
They drained my spirit
Because they fear it
But now can’t hear it
Or see its appearance
Since its draining clearance
After outside interference
My energy sapped
From their attack
I join the pack
Not looking back
Down the swirling drain
Used to put me in chains
Becoming my barrier bane
That carries the pain
Of having nothing to gain
For I can’t handle the strain
Of living life in the drain
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
My creativity is haltered,
i'm stuck on a continuous train
I could stop if my brain would kick in and find a exit or a object to throw in front of it
but its stuck moving,thoughts over thoughts thrown away down they go, down the drain.
I don't even think twice I know its not good enough for them I ask why, why isn't it good enough for them?
i'm running low on fuel, im drained and my creativity is on the floor stomped all over by people I don't know,
I scream for them to stop,
The train came to a halt
I got off it was the final stop no more room for me I was empty and useless and no good for society.
but when I got off others did too. They pleaded that I bring back what I once had i cannot i stopped the train for some kind of acceptance I was on my knees for people who didn't know me
and yes I was begging for them to show affection
They are strangers, not friends not family but there criticism seemed more important to me. its what the people want
not me.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
Last night you got high
Had a shot to **** the pain
And you live your life in misery
From the mistakes and pouring rain
Were pulling you to darkness
Today wake feeling groggy
Regretting the same moonlit decisions
You like it better when head's foggy
You are not the only one who likes to get high
Yet plenty of others abstain
Must decide what matters more
Your life or influence over your brain
Clear you can't have both though you try
Juggling problems, they fall out of the air
Watching what you love swirl down the drain
Losing your life, why don't you care?
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Love wins?
No, man.
Love IS.
draw a line
divide until you can't no more
realize
its all one big
firmament of a world
but we have to fight
survive
it's fitting
and kind
to do so, they say
so they say
they say so many different ways
so that we don't catch on
speak only hearsay
until the day
we die
and our estate
is taxed back
to Washington
rolling in pennies and lying,
with ******* and dimes
"Oh you're mad,
you cute little Jesus you,
go get your whip
let's see what you can do.
Jesus didn't DO
anything
he lived and died
and metaphorized
his life
in a way
we could recognize
because we only live
in a land of metaphor
totally divorced
from the times
Get with it, kid.
And Siddhartha
and Allah
and all the other pristine figurines
said
"Y'all are doing it wrong"
Of course we are,
spinal tapped out the moment we left
so far east of Eden,
we're chasing the sunset
It'll come
we'll blast off to ride chariots towards all the fun
maybe philosophize with Aristotle
on Kepler 281
-c
So stop with the pain,
stop pushing the wheel
stop teasing your souls
with vengeance and zeal
just be,
be free,
be unshackled of soul
let yourself go,
that's all Buddha told
and Christ,
and Allah,
and Laozi
more
You hate it here?
Grab a gun.
Blow out the floor
Or the roof of your mouth,
End it quick, without pain
watch from the heavens
as your crimson life drains
I've seen it once,
I've seen it a thousand times before
And it just keeps rolling,
Keeps moving onward
A drop in a bucket,
a drip in a sink
swirling and *******
a vortex of dreams
deep down the end
that swirling stream of
tunnel
Where do we go?
Why spare the trouble?
Perhaps something
amazing
toiled and fizzled
for 13.8 billion years
to hear you whine and drivel!
It's okay.
Breathe in, out, back in
if I have to,
I'd recommend
you read this again.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
I will love you like a hurricane hit your house
Broken glass will be your bed
Rain will drown your wrenched roof
After mass will ruin your head
You don't know
With three words
What you could be singing to
.
Run
.
Run
.
But you won't
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Like a leech..
You’ve held on
To my ****** heart,
And ****** the love
Right out of me
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Always giving
Never getting
Always talking
Never taking
One day will I run out
Of things to give, of things to say?
Always helping, never helped.
Is this the way?
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
Your contradictions lead me to think,
That I'm the only contributor plugging the sink.
It's overflowing, something's stuck,
I peer down the drain, it's filled with muck.
What you don't understand is I'm not the whole cause,
You're not either, but we both carry flaws.
I like to watch the water drip down the drain,
So I don't have to go out and get wet from the rain.
You like the thought of where it goes,
As you hear the sweet symphony the drops compose.
But these faults alone don't hold the drops hostile,
It's a compilation of things that put them in exile.
Please don't blame just you or me,
One day it'll clear and the drops will drip free.
But until then, we have to stay sane,
As we listen to the water drip down the plugged drain.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC