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The Jolteon Apr 2018
**** your east coast weather
And your east coast snow
You were hot like the summer
Until you turned cold
As a matter of fact
You were never that dope
**** peppy cheerleaders
And **** your SO
Calling me up
On my cellular phone
Asking when I’m around
And if I’ll be home
Travel all this way
Pretend you’re alone
You left the Bay
Now you’re giving him dome
The Jolteon Apr 2018
These city streets
Illumuninate at the touch
Of anyone who even
Cares to see
Everything that lies beneath
Kept secret by the little beats
Of hearts that bled
For you and me
To remain here
While they paint dollar targets
On the backs of the poor
As they shut the door
Once and for all
On everything that ever
Made this city cool
It’s heart and soul
I’m visiting Chicago, and talking to people from here, they have the same inner-city displacement problems as San Francisco. This country was built on colonialism and displacement. Nothing has changed except the platitudes.
The Jolteon Apr 2018
I only know when we broke up
Because of the date stamped
On the picture of your bruises
Wrapped around my neck
The Jolteon Apr 2018
On a good day
My body’s up in flames
Burning from head to toe
In the guilt built on anxiety
On a bad day
I’m completely gone
Waiting for my time
To leave this place behind
PLEASE SEEK HELP FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR FRIENDS. This poem is about feeling sad, anxiety, loneliness and dealing with it all day to day
The Jolteon Mar 2018
take a weathered brush
dip it in the same bucket
of time stained ink

we splash it around
on a frayed page
trying to make sense

come back home
looking at what we made
hardly anyone understands
The Jolteon Mar 2018
Pound it until it burns
Esophagus on fire
Everything to your loivers desire

Apologize for everytime
You drank away your desires
Left in place of your fears

Crooked back as I hack
Curled into a ball
I refuse to live trapped inside
The Jolteon Mar 2018
Am I dreaming
Or am I drinking
Rusty thoughts
Keep me from thinking

Leaving home
The tunnel shrinking
As i run away
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