#yall
You didn't use the gun on me
But it's burning like I was just shot.
I searched for the wound
For the Deep Red stain in my shirt
It was not there
If it is not there
Why do I feel like I was shot?
Deep in the heart
A constant, painful ache
Throbbing in my chest
But in reality
The silence was the bullet
And you were the one in control of the gun.
The Silence is deafening.
It is like I can't hear anything and everything
I can't stomach it.
It is sometimes a dull ache, sometimes a sharp one.
You patch up my wounds
Let the wound heal for a little while
And shoot me again, same place.
I am just waiting for the shot.
Maybe this time I will be able to escape
The escape is not a scream
Or a scheme for revenge
It is the moment I stop checking my shirt
For the deep red stain
When I stop crawling back
When the silence is just silent
When the shooter is gone for good
When I can rest
When the weight is lifted off of my chest.
But that is a day far away from here
Forever only in my dreams.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?
the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean? the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?
but nobody, no one; ever… told you you had
to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean!
So you can take your suit just in case,
and I can take in the
rain and coat my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind. and I don’t mind metaphors
to explain lyrics across… the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry
to me, if I can’t take
it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot.
Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
All of you **** get your own life and stop commenting on mine
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Some things
remain in your head
on who is alive
and who is dead
so you wont be funny
you won't get fame
be a decent person
don't spoil endgame
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
Number two: To my friends
Y'all did a good job
A great job
Y'all kept me sane for a good bit
But now I'm left with nothing
I can't be left alone
I keep on making mistakes and y'all can't help me
Let go
I love y'all
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
She is my friend i don't give a **** if she is older than me or not she is still my friend okay I've been thro hell in back but I think I can talk to her bout anything so u got a prob with her u got one with me to
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC