#user
I was used to think we were building a family together
What a load of crap
I feel so little
But I felt that
Ur abusing the last emotions I have left
I can feel myself left empty now
I used to think I loved you
And maybe u loved me
I was used to think things were so easy
Life's never what I read in books
Like I used to think....
But u and our love r more fiction than pages Ive read
Soon well both just be a book mark
Of pages past and tense
I was used to think u even cared
U always treated me like I never mattered
Soon to me youll just be a hand on a clock
On last tick before our time is gone
I used to think I loved u and u loved me
I was used
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
.
True love showed up skunk as a drunk
slunk in upon itself preyed upon
by a whirling brain
toiling effort against earths rotation
slept it off on my sofa
True love stayed got comfortable
smoked cigarettes and raided the fridge
True love made a **** Joke and put its feet on the table
outdoor boots and all lanky legs and begging breath
leaning forward true love took a kiss
and a gulpy gup of energy
exchanged my breath for an arid fumigation
weak i fell about silly and forgetfully naked
i forgot the day missed work
to dedicate true to the night bedded and the bottle
nest of quips and extreme **** motional thoughts
monk no longer stronger surely with 'love'
study-study and become sturdy with love
(after all 'true love' has most certainly been untrue)
'true love' could expand from me maybe ?
i'd **** the wooly beings who contacted me
sign them up to the great contract
just as the previous monster had dominated me
and let me loose
a ***** criminal with odd 'successes'
now a true monster me fiend freed
just pull back and go
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
I water you not to gain something,
but, you stung me with your thorn.
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 10:29 AM UTC
Choose a USER centric money
Bitcoin is the best around
It’s the money built for YOU
And the best that’s to be found
For YOU, as it’s permissionless
Your use can’t be denied
Unlike a nation’s fiat
Which can limit and divide
For YOU, as it’s immutable
Transactions can’t be changed
Gives confidence and clarity
As they can’t be rearranged
For YOU, because it’s finite
And the value won’t debase
Since Bitcoin keeps its value
It’s USER centric on its face
For YOU, as it’s decentralized
You can send it peer to peer
This was Satoshi’s vision
So no one can interfere
Choose a USER centric money
For the advantages to YOU
Designed to help your lifestyle
And the dreams that you pursue
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC
when you figured out i could drive
you took advantage of me real fast—
“i love you’s” and all that fake allegiance.
well, guess what—i will burn the town we found leave it in wreckage
i will be more than who i am around you;
spirit sucker
undercover.
i hate how you talk to people
all crass and aggressive.
selfish little clinger
i’ll leave these daggers in my flesh
that you placed there for me
after you got mad i didn’t give you everything.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
****** or Heroine?
by Michael R. Burch
(for mothers battling addiction)
serve the Addiction;
worship the Beast;
feed the foul Pythons
your flesh, their fair feast ...
or rise up, resist
the huge many-headed hydra;
for the sake of your Loved Ones
decapitate medusa.
Keywords/Tags: drugs, addiction, user, ****** needle, tracks, marks, pain, despair, recovery
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
I found it one night,
Sitting alone, across the room.
I saw it... and I felt.
A skeleton among the living?
Surely no.
But there it was.
Shoulders slumped,
the ale it sipped dripping,
sliding down cracked, brittle, white.
Lidless, eyeless,
sightless seeing.
Staring beyond me.
Decay satisfied long ago,
and yet the stench still tugged
at the air.
That night I felt nothing
as I silently dragged it to my car,
and I took it home.
I felt nothing as we both
coughed down,
one. last. drink.
I felt nothing as it followed
me inside...
As it undressed me.
But the next morning I felt something...
A writhing,
a burning,
a stinging
My mind screams in pain and confusion,
as a piece of my skin simply floats away,
and knits itself to the skeleton.
The following month drifts by breathlessly,
yet I felt like a leaf blown by it.
Hazily I remember now.
Her.
The skeleton and I
sharing the precious moments
of my last month
as a human being.
Every week highlighted by the color of emotion:
A vibrant orange for Joy.
The brazen, ****** red of Anger boiling.
And every time these sensual droplets
began to froth up from my skin,
no sooner had I felt them before the feeling
vanished... never to be felt again.
And another piece of myself was ripped from me,
stolen by Her.
Last among them.
The frail blue of hope.
And the bruised purple of my sadness,
the last coarse tears ripped from my eyes,
and my last objection coughed from my lungs.
That was a year ago.
Step by Step
she drags me along behind her.
And I-
I stumble helplessly.
mindlessly.
The ground feels strange on my feet.
Bone on cement.
The clattering of each step
rattles thru my hollow head.
I don't wanna think anymore.
I can't think anymore.
When I think, I end up... feeling.
Too many emotions.
Too many senses.
Too many...
Too many...
Bone can't feel anything.
I'm just a skeleton in her closet now.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Here you are
*******
water ways
you reached the gate
but broken strings
and boken wings
left no coins upon your eyes.
Oh I'm sure you're not
to blame.
I'm sure you'll say
you're not to blame.
Can holes break
like hearts
or are you just
the waves
swerving
moving
claiming mysteries of
the moon
but predictable
in patterns
with fits
not far apart;
your spill fills
holes
but do they break
like hearts?
Or are you here
to pull him down
sailors sail but
sailors also drown.
You feel so low
so you pull them down.
No rest for the wicked, so
no rest for the rest
I know you say
you tried your best
But even the river
moves on
in the end.
Sucker hole
stuck at the gate.
Now unpaid
blank eyes
always.
The cost of the world you alienate
is now you're gone;
just wakes of hate.
no one cares to pay
your toll.
No rest for the wicked, so
no rest for the rest
I know you say
you tried your best
But even the river
moves on
in the end.
Even the river moves
on.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
I miss the feelings I got from being high,
of belonging to the static in my mind.
I miss closing my eyes and just thinking,
waking up without a memory of anything
besides a feeling I only ever got with a pill
or two or ten,
but now I'm beside myself
feeling things I can't verbalize without beating the words to death,
and I can't handle any more death,
lost all my energy after creating a eulogy for everyone I tried to be.
all the butterflies in my stomach are words I swallowed once upon a time,
choked them down,
choked on them,
and I'm still trying to cough them out
all this time later.
I know breathing exercises,
but I don't think those matter when I can't catch my breath.
some things never change.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Like a guilty dog looking
at a chewed discarded shoe.
You amused me,
I used you.
Did I have to tear you?
Did I really have a choice?
I knew I didn't care for you
or the bla bla of your voice.
Now I drink and start to think,
I must be more than this.
Breaking young and hopeful hearts
with just "I'll call you" and a kiss.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
If you played chess as well as you played her,
you would be a champion by now.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
you told me i was everything
yet you treated me like i was nothing
how convenient for you to compliment me only when you needed me
to get into my pants and satisfy your own hunger
but how stupid of me to let you in repeatedly
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC
A shallow being that simply consumes, discards and then moves on to the next host!
Every good or creative act is designed to mask that simple fact! This creature presents a chosen character and sexuality for reasons pertaining to social image.
*** is simply a tool for manipulation or pleasure!
There is no love!
Just stepping stones!
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Leaving my stained colors bleeding over your own .
I wrecked your brain and controlled your thoughts
Even when i've been gone for so long.
I destroyed your ribs and took your last breath
straight from your weakening lungs.
I was a masterpiece
made from the pieces of broken hearts
and lost souls.
My paints configured of the colors
leaking from the cracks of each victim.
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Using your everlasting color
To finish my last strokes
Leaving a dull grey
in a place of what once was
A soft shade of blue.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
And now I lay me down to sleep,
Adventure bound, it’s time to dream.
At once I’m in an ocean vast
As captain now, I climb the mast.
“Fire at will!” I scream out loud,
“Direct the cannons towards the bow!”.
The sky tears open, the scene has changed,
I’m strolling in the summer rain.
I grab my lady by the hand,
We’re off to see the ice cream man.
I get a shake, and she a malt,
Now yet again, the action halts.
Floating through the galaxy,
The moon now smiles up at me.
I wipe my helmet with my shirt,
And radio my crew on Earth.
“It’s gorgeous, more than I can say.”
And then I start to slip away.
The morning comes and wakes me up,
I rise and grab my coffee cup.
But this is the worst part you see,
When I wake up...and I’m still me.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
I am humiliated for loving you,
For trusting you,
For believing you were someone worth fighting for.
I broke my morals and beliefs,
I gave you my heart so foolishly,
You turned out to be everything I hoped I’d never find.
You disgust me,
Not because you broke my heart,
Because you made me a second choice.
You made me look weak,
I am the girl who wasn’t good enough,
I am the girl who is pitied now.
Hope she was worth it,
Leaving me for someone else,
I am not second best and you helped me see that.
If you knew how much pain you caused me you would never be able to look me in the eye again.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Vitiate the hull of mutton
Taste the stringy woman lungs
Suffocating in coiling scaly black tar demon ***** smoke
The voluptuous carpentry is anxiously hyperventilating
Your throat is baby xylophone
You teeth are fuzzy rabbits
Their fur is thick and itchy upon your tongue
The slide of octopus silk is massaging the nerves to pointy slumber
Deep in the cauldron the baleen gates are straw and rapidly parting
For some reason they won’t swim up
You taste salt’s bite
Emerge from the sea before you drown
You silly fool
Pilgrims are waging the mass death
Great lynches mandated by God
Wailing with stinking dying young
Having a picnic at the gallows
Whiskey shivers alive
Boiling and screaming in tongues
Strobing from inhuman pain to morphine stupor’s loving numb
Your ****** is a pastor
Your child is the angel that keeps you from returning home to rosy Eden
Eve
Your families’ legs are sewn in a knot
They are frantically dancing the reel of the beheaded roach
Untie their rainbow thighs
To pay penance for your grave disobedience
Apologize to your hardworking father
He’s doing the best he can
Forgive your ungrateful daughter
Adam
Cain
David
Washroom
Pam is crying
Towels are crying
Soap is laughing
I’m laughing
You’re Pam
You are mouse and you are crumb
Yellow red striped glaucous cat
The fawn’s neck pulsing thick with squirming lump of rat
Realize
This is all occurring
In the wan lakes of your lady eyes
Seventy six have you
Love
****
Breed
The paper walls are breathing in melodic unison with
Thee
You are the Christian
Frantic running from the lion’s jaws
You are bored and waiting for the Greek tragedy
You are Hindu
Attempting to dodge Britain’s guns
You mercilessly ram the bayonet into his muddy wrinkly face
You see the assassin firing
See the bullets pierce
Yet all you feel is your index finger hooking the smooth trigger
And the rough handle of the handgun
The black eared checkered cat
Hissing with xiphoid lizard teeth
Not pretty enough to support your drug religion
Hungers for smiling child
Hungers for drowning fear
Glazed on tattered wings of shredded feathers
The hot slaughtered meat
Escape the toilet’s screaming
It needs
Exact
Change
The sink bedpan is overflowing with bleeding
Singing
Roses
Air is acid breakfast scented cereal *****
This film is bad it’s bad
It’s Nixon
Lenin
Jackie
Gein
EEEEEEEEEEE
A high pitched eerie screeching
Pitch shifted hymns echoing in Westminster
Your sister the spinster of my festering whisker!
Sacrifice your schedule to the great lord Day Plan
Burn the calendar
Burn the crying trees and their hair accessories
Tiny arms are sprouting from your fingers with their own tiny hands
Tiny arms from their fingers are growling with gushing stumps
A body within a body’s body
You are the human macrophage
Be a cannibal when you grow up
You realize your son isn’t yours
He’s the ******* of your rival pack
Become Cronos with radiant mane and the hairs of the velvet sun
Across the wood frame mirror
You see me smear
The graffiti crooked and huge black words
God is great
Get the pants
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
He lives in a world
Of never and always
Even though there is
No such land.
You could explain
All the facts to him
But he would fail to
Grasp them or understand.
It’s all about opinion
And how he feels
And the way he thinks
About what he sees.
Nothing fazes him
Nothing teaches him
And no hint of reality
Brings him to his knees.
He only cares about
What he wants to have
Or what he wants
To make you believe.
He doesn’t love anyone
He hates almost everyone
He only gets upset
But he never grieves.
He looks into the mirror
And only sees himself
Because in his universe
There is nobody else.
You are just something
That is here to be used.
If he badly wants to do it
He is allowed to abuse.
After all, sun and moon
Revolve, rise and set on him.
In his solar system one star shines
Everything else is very dim.
Since he is rich, and can afford it
He keeps paid companions close.
He can stand free thinkers
Only by the miniature dose.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
You're searching for even the slightest validation for your inexcusable actions, transient in both values and the physical realm, collecting conquests and usurpees like how one might collect trophies from animals they hunt, faces frozen in a false expression with unseeing glassy eyes as they are forever immortalised in your sick collection to be made a mockery of long after the passage of time takes it's toll on both the images and the subjects.
A calculated maliciousness disguised as an indecisive personality, you are a bottom-feeder grafting onto the bellies of whomever are blissfully unaware or trusting enough to swim by you; but your own is yellow as a summer's day is long; not from just cowardliness, no, but from **** (sans the vinegar), and I wish I could compose this prose into something a little less hateful and a little more tasteful, but I won't spare you another second of my time, I'll erase you from my mind.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
With my teeth gritted against my grandfather's wrist watch
I put the dope in my veins
The ideas it contains
Make me numb for a while
So numb I don't realize the metal twist and snap between my jaws
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Why do you call me, what do you need now?
You say you are a friend of mine, but I do not see how
Do you think that I'm a servant, and who are you, the king?
Whenever you need something, you only need to ring.
Like I don't have my own life or anything to do.
But sit and wait by the phone and hope to hear from you.
Insisting that I help you, whatever you request
Pretending that you give a **** is what you do best
Are you that stupid not to realize you can't work someone that way without it coming back to you and regretting it someday.
Thinking that you are smart, saying what I want to hear
Playing like you're there for me, acting so sincere
Manipulating with your words, finding where I'm weak
Knowing that I am the type to turn the other cheek.
Taking kindness for weakness is something not to do
Like playing with emotions, its bound to backfire on you.
I have always trusted you and what you said to me
Blinded by my own hopes, denying what I see
Knowing what you really are is not a friend at all
And so next time you need to talk,
Find someone else to call.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC