#grimy
~A grimy, grimace of a grungy summer day~
Good Morning!
let the un-fun sting,
as the ardor never begins,
forecast a grimy grimace of a lousy
day ahead, at best, a clouded mess,
just to differentiate between bereaved
periods of rain, that train you in windows~
avoidance, for a grunge gloomy invades
all six senses (including the brain)
where all are concatenated),
and you can actually feel
the pallor descending
from brow to the bow
of your container,
feet swelling,
and you
in addition
to avoiding windows,
put some towels out over
all the mirrors, lest your pallor,
ah,
too late,
the grim grimace of grunted day
arrived even before the poem
was conceived, I deceived,
once more, the bore drill
drives a tubular of
despondency into
my spinal seam
Whether Weather Wither Whine Wailing
Willy-Nilly Wade Why Why Writer
Why, Writer?
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 8:43 AM UTC
Cries ring out around the room.
Beg me once more. I will not stoop.
The shelter is crumbling. Walls turning pink.
Windows fogging up, the gas has leaked.
Trembling hands reach, no satisfaction is given.
The argyle rug we live on is frayed. Rat bones
pile in the corners.
Starvation came and went.
Matted hair is stretched with the fingers.
Plucking and prodding. Dirtied face,
green as the curtains. Pressing deeper
into the walls. The next course is served.
A dead dream, warts, rotted meat.
The others fight for the meat. I rip a
piece of the dream. Bring a finger
to the lips and shush. The dream stops
screaming. Blue skies and honeyed words
capture. Fading into the carpet, resting
my head on the bones. A scratch strikes
the entrance. Silence. Screech. Hiss.
Silence. We open the door, then close it.
It is not an exit after all.
The girl to my left, blinks at me.
I tell her no, not yet. I will wait
for the exit. She blinks once more.
We just have to wait for it. Glazed
eyes meet mine. She crumbles.
The next course has been served.
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 12:51 PM UTC
******* are itches like skin conditions
forget the admissions and feelings and visions
find yourself in a position where decisions
are void, because there's no choice,
no recognition, my voice is an imposition
With no occupation, or real reason to function
I'll spend my money on medication 'til
I'm believing what I'm seeing
Something is weighing on my mind heavy,
roll up another blunt-skin,
crack open another bevy,
Something is playing with my mind lately,
just write a couple bars
Yeah, that'll tell them nothing maybe
My hopes were up, but they have come down
It's too often we carve a smile out of a frown
just to fit in
when we were born to stand out
So as a rule tell others how you feel,
not let em figure out
Honesty's my policy, unless I think they're on to me
and now I've lied again
I better turn my life around
In a short life, I've been much, I've been proud
I've been up, I've been down,
I've been chewed and spat out
Left out in the sun, left out to dry up on the ground
But all the aspirations that I'll never meet,
can be recycled to ambition if I get back on my feet,
But all the things I was promised, that's deceit
the act or practice of deceiving,
concealment or distortion of the truth,
for the purpose of misleading, so they got me bleedin'
and everything I want, I'm not receiving
and everything I need, I know they're keeping
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Just *** for me
Release all your energy
Just focus on now
Feel my tong go round
Your beautiful ****
Feel my **** on her
Bite your lip
Enjoying my every touch with a purr
Arms wrapped around your thighs,
This will be my demise
Your taste I crave
With every breath, I must chase
The idea away
Of having you stay
With me, here
For our futures, they fear
We are addicted in fact
To each other, not the act
A bonus to our presents
Is knowing each others talents
They fear, we will stay near
To our roots, but we know we must go
To the unknown
The world beckons
To go far and wide, we must learn lessons
This area cannot offer
So we must go
What will the journey behold?
Will I find you again?
Or will you find another man?
I hope he’s cool calm and collected
Can support you with through everything
Treats you right
Not just at night
but also in the day light.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
*In this bitter hate ridden world
Let's appreciate those incredible few
Who wake up and smile brightly
At the sun shining above the grimy smog.*
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Who want's a love poem?
A thing about some guy and some girl
and how something's just so **** blissful
or just so **** sad and dramatic?
***** that.
How about we find something we can swallow?
How about we forget our little cry-c's,
and take half a **** second
to
to
to write a **** love poem...
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC