#wierd
Alien lifeforms
Appear humanoid Captain.
Dare we make contact?
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
If I would whisper you
I could melt your soul
The words that I can see
Are connected through feelings
And if we stare for to long
More of south than north
But, I will dream about you
Dress with full lust
As equal as we are
Bring...
420 as flowers
-TheJudas
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Have you ever
Felt so sluggish
You think it probably for your skin
To melt and ooze off
And the muscle underneath starts to sizzle
And only the lonely bones remain
As hot as a metal rod laid out under the blistering sun
One would feel that
If he or she closed their eyes
They’d become a shapeless lump
To much of nothing to be anything
And eventually they’d just sink into the earthen floor
Eventually reaching the crust then core
Then being desintegrated
Into tiny particles
I could keep going
But I’m too tired to think anymore
Let em just close my eyes and...
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
I have wierd thoughts in my head
They ain’t true but they there
So what do I do?
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
I love you because,
You made my darkness into light,
Made stars in my eyes twinkle.
I was asleep in sorrow,
You made me wake up,
Fill my lungs with joyous air I breathe,
Change my tryst soul to a happy one.
You gave my weakness strength,
My heartache and pain a smile,
You deleted my memories of the past,
To laughter of today and tomorrows.
You did everything by being just there for me,
By being caring and understanding.
In you I have found the love of my life,
You put up with my weird ways,
And still say,
"Honey I love you."
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
Stories of love,
saying a partner fits like a- mitten,
a tight one at that,
you know how when you put something on that's too small, the only thing you can think about is getting it off?
Loving the wrong person might be like that, I'm not sure though,
not my area of expertise.
But its something to think about if you will.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
When you love
Love is eternal
Eternal life will be
Life will be lust
And lust will die
With time...
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
I am a Bin
Left over,
Untouched.
Always stinking.
No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me
And then
Stars started orbiting differently
Magic happens.
I am seen as a flower vase
A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers
All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure
They come to me
Smell me
Absorb my fragrance
Refreshing themselves
It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them
But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers
The story repeats.
Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase
And nothing much changed
So! I don't care anything anymore.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
I do things that people consider wierd, but living in a comfortable life, is better than living scared.
People stare as I crouch on my feet, reminding myself I will be home soon, under my covers and sheet.
I wear baggy clothes to hide,
Buried in the warmth, with my low riding pride.
But who is to say what's accepted,
When the world is corrupt and infected.
Yes, infected, by their image of life. Smoothed out like butter with a knife .
They learned to feel it is fine, to go abouts with materials things and fancy wine.
Rubbing their wealth in your face, scolding as if you don't try.. telling you you're a disgrace,
to the human kind.
That's what this world has come to, trampling their own for something to do.
While people like me just try to get by, without anyone noticing or batting an eye.
Curling up into my corner of the world, thanking God that i made it again. For this corrupt world might **** me in.
Fearing that society will point me out like at a zoo. Laughing and awe-ing cuz they can't tell,
if I'm wierd or cute.
This is what its come to if you're not like them you don't exist.
You're mearly something they can tell to their friends.
They don't care if you cut your wrist
or are soon to meet lifes end.
So hide beneath your blankets and sheet, and if knocked down get on your feet. Learn that the world, you have to forgive, and no one can tell you how to live.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Prepare yourself,
this gets interesting
Have you ever imagined how a hanging body sways.
Back and forth
A human pendulum
The physics between each swing.
The noose,
The body
potential to kinetic energy
Over
And over
And over.
welcome
To the dark side of my brain,
The dark side of my art we call poetry.
This is the side not many see.
Because this side of me craves a bullet between my eyes,
My delicate blood to be splattered as artwork.
This is the raw side of me.
That i dont show people
This is terrible you could be thinking
Or...
You could be thinking
ive heard worse
And maybe so
But nothing is worse to me than wishing for ******* death,
Rather than looking at a ******* abuser one last ****** time!
ive had enough
And
I know im crazy.
But every human snaps...
Kind of like the time he snapped my arm
a slight pop
And
Ouch
A world of pain.
But stop,
And you could be thinking...
*now what the actual **** am i reading*
Allow me.
You are reading a lonely 15 year old boy's crazy side.
A side he can easily hide,
But has decided not too.
This is the thought of letting my inner self free just once
Letting my suicide revolver speak only in poetry just once
No,
If you actually care
Dont worry about me.
Im fine.
Im not gonna guzzle bleach
Pop a bullet
Or go for a physics lesson.
Nope im gonna keep living
And writing *crazy **** like this.
Let my imagination, though dark it may be, run for a bit.
Heres the truth.
We all have a bit of this side in us.
We all have those thoughts.
Those whispers.
And i resist them, yes.
Because truth is,
its my inner brilliance
The fact that i let myself ease in to the darkness,
But refuse to let it controll me...
Its a true gift.
And i hide it
Behind a thin veil of happieness.
Because in the end,
Only a true lover can make these thoughts mend.
(Wait what the **** Is this a **** love poem)
Ha!
Nope.
Well maybe a bit
Its just me
An average guy
Telling you,
Im lonely
Depressed
Insecure.
And i hope there is someone
To come with me
To be with me
To love me
To hold me
To make me feel whole again.
do you believe someone could love such a wreched person like me?
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
A faint "hello?"
I turned
"Yeah?"
"Im scared" even fainter
"Why?"
I stuttered
"This world is too dark"
"But you...youre in a closet"
His only words were,
"Exactly"
_________________
This world we live in
The voices we often hear
Are nothing but occurances.
Nothing but odd happenings.
This world
Is out of controll
And we,
Have nobody to blame
but ourselves
Our rebellious nature.
We all have a clone in the closet
Scared of everything.
My clone
My other me
Resides there
Watching everything from the dark.
The world's evil is waiting
Like a shark
Hanging around to see the pain.
The world
Is over
...
It has been
Yet we continue to abide.
Corrupt
To the core.
A place where everyone thinks
Everybody's a *****
We are outraged by the littlest things.
And
Im beggining to fall faint
Ive grown tired of this life.
Its used.
Generic.
I wish we could be something else entirely
Sounds great.
Because im just old me.
Abandoned, if you will.
Im just a poet
That just keeps noticing
Noticing
Noticing.
This...
Voice in the closet
is wiser than any one of us
Next time you hear them,
take a listen
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
A Singularity,
we are irregular anomalies.
Through the black hole,
we create our own dimensions.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
Have you got it~
gathered together:
your thoughts
piercing
perplexed
lonely night wanderings~
marriage, friendship, stylish rings
sharing many flowers seen in all
throughout your life~
lusts, trusts,
broken, misplaced,
belongings frail
and fragile
emotions,
tears captured
in chalices
lean,
laughters
as stargeezery
enthusiasts glee-m~
in memory gathered all of
your lovers
$$$$$$$$$$
would be the
smallest
island on earth
big enough to put them on
to play them all bitter arbiter lonely times
and prepare for the unforgettable party!
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
rainbow colored butterfly
floating through my dreams
delicate and fair
full of life and rare
you flutter at my periphery
daring me to touch
always just beyond my grasp
better if I should never hold you
wrap you up inside my palm
within my arms enfold you
for then my dream would end
and I would awaken
with blood and butterfly wings
stuck between my fingers
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Animals in Antarctica
All drinking liquor
Ice on the flow of water
Some snow there as well
Zounds of baby walrus shrimp
The have big beards, they are so weird
The baby walrus shrimp!
William James
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Pizza
Chocolate
Pie
Na na na
Food
Unhealthy delicious food
Na na na
So bad so good
A random poem about food
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
When I'm with you,
I feel like i'm more than the depressive girl i usualy feel like,
When I'm with you,
I feel like i'm wanted and pretty and funny.
When I'm with you,
I feel good and the moment you're gone i keep hearing your voice and your laugh, i keep seing the way you sake your head to move your hair.
When I'm with you,
you make me laugh and make me wonder if i'm crazy because of how ****** up some of our conversations are wierd,
but,
i love it that way.
I love you that way.
When I'm with you,
I love you,
And when i'm not with you,
I still love you
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Cerebellum grey
Decorates the promenade
At least my cat feasts
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC