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Apr 2013 · 1.1k
Sandy
Trent Bostick Apr 2013
She looks at me with those pitiful eyes
I could give her all the hours of my day
Yet it would never be enough
Skin and bones when I found her
From the pound to high cotton

Her farts are the worst
Eating chicken nachos and rib-eye table scraps
She knows what "No" means
But rarely listens
A true Rebel
Stubborn like me

White and brown silky hair
Like sand on a beach
An innocent face that will melt your heart
This little terrier thinks she's human
And it's all my fault
Apr 2013 · 1.2k
Holocaust
Trent Bostick Apr 2013
Can you feel it
Subliminal with a sting
No gas chambers
No camps
Just as effective
Your life being ****** away
Jan 2013 · 629
Forgiveness
Trent Bostick Jan 2013
Grits of sand against a weathered face

Beyond the gallows red sun fades away

You shall be forgiven

But not today
Aug 2012 · 698
Halloween
Trent Bostick Aug 2012
Creeping in the dark
The Moon guides the way
We have a trick for you
If you're willing to play

Eyes on the lookout
As I approach the porch
This brown paper bag
Ready to scorch

My fist pounds the door
We flee into cover
Stomping and Swearing
Hot **** meets rubber
Jul 2012 · 1.0k
Euphoria
Trent Bostick Jul 2012
I feel like I’m floating
This must be a dream
My vision is cloudy
Light headed it seems

Euphoria electrifies my body
It’s too good to be real
****** memories of you
Which I chose to conceal

A warm sensation slips over me
As blood rushes out my veins
It won’t be long now
The absence of pain
Jul 2012 · 2.0k
The Apocalypse
Trent Bostick Jul 2012
Liquid shrapnel soothes the earth
Gunmetal flesh decays
The Apocalypse has come

Thunder resonates in the distance
Dragon eyes transcend the pewter sky
The Apocalypse has come

Sword of Odin
Valhalla awaits you
The Apocalypse has come
Jul 2012 · 742
Solace
Trent Bostick Jul 2012
Fear of night
Dread of day
Dreams of solace
The only way

Clinching my fist
The Four Horsemen stare
Trapped in this Dungeon
Filled with despair
Jul 2012 · 644
Fragments
Trent Bostick Jul 2012
Somedays are black, fragmented in gold.
Other days; nobody knows.

Life defies logic and corrodes the mind.
Searching for answers… you may never find.

Subdued into darkness; your dreams fade away.
Lost in the abyss; how long will you stay?

Terror awaits you; fear soldered eyes
This world you know; nothing but lies!

— The End —