I try to write from different perspectives
Think outside of my box and be more objective
Give every style of writing a chance
Be open to learning an alien dance
I appreciate effort and creativity
Even if it's subjects that for me don't come easily
I try to write and read from different perspectives
But one thing remains constant
I feel rejected

Tell someone you like their stuff
They never like your stuff again
Boy, this crowd's insanely tough
Great place to make a friend

I don't like my skin today
It doesn't fit me right
It's loose in the wrong places
Where I need room, it's too tight
The color doesn't match my mood
I don't appear slate gray
I think I might go back to bed
I hate my skin today

Every person we know
every animal we see
every seedling that grows
will one day decease

Every building we pass
every home we drive by
everything built to last
will eventually die

Feelings fade
and metal rusts
The things we create
turn to dust

So hold me close
my only friend
And stay sweet with me
till our bitter end

I'll have a little love with my bottle of wine
I don't mind them older, so aged is just fine
Could you make them pair well with stale pizza crust?
And have the faint odor of ******* lust?
As long as they're low shelf, I'll be just fine
So I'll have a little love with my bottle of wine

Don't forget to do your wakeup
It's just like doing your makeup
It covers the scars
And makes you feel like a star
Just hope when you fall you land face up

Aphrodite broke my mirror
then she stole my lipstick
So if you happen to see her
tell her to just keep it
I got a secret room in the ceiling
where she sleeps sometimes
when the shelter is reeling
I don't mind it once in awhile
But I don't want a goddess around all the time
Yeah, Aphrodite broke my mirror
Tell her I'm sorry if you see her

Everyone always asks, how'd he do it?
A rope, a gun, a knife?
I always give them the same answer
His true cause of death was life

I loved you the moment we met
Your imperfections made me forget
About my glaring flaws that you never saw
And still have chose not to see yet

Last I night I slept on your ceiling
It was the most ghastly feeling
to be looking down and watch you roll around with some other human being
Now when I'm in my own bed
I look up and see you instead
But I know you'd never sleep on my ceiling

The sky lets off steam
Fireworks fill the air
They light up my corner
It's really not fair
Cuz I like to hide
Especially what's inside
But a summertime thunderstorm
Exposes all lies

Eyes spilling over trembling cheeks
leave in their wake purple streaks
A feeling as though my ears are full of cotton
Trying to speak, but it seems I've forgotten
Stomach drops, the nausea begins
Knees give out, legs cave in
Is this the effect of undying love
Or perhaps the result of lack thereof

I put stockings on my head and robbed the corner store for gum

I ran down the train tracks naked with just my sneakers on

I went into a church and smoked a cigarette
Put it out in the holy water  
Something I'll never forget

I stole wine and brandy from my mom
Decided I would tie one on
But ended up ******* the bed instead

I was a dreadful mess by the age of 10
Should have seen it coming then

Society had its plans for me
I played into it spectacularly
But I can dance for you to prove I'm not broken
The crank is in back
And slightly out of whack
But you'll truly believe I've awoken
With dust covered slippers and a baby pink dress
I'll creak back to life to display my distress
And to look at me golly, no one would guess
That this toy is most certainly broken

The bridges you've blown
are floating up all around
So grab on to some bone
or you're gonna go down

I'm going to do the world a favor and not write anymore

I'm going to do you a favor and not fight anymore

I'm going to do me a favor and not feel trite anymore

I lied...

Anticipating the dawn with irrational dread
She keeps her eyes at her feet and her dreams even lower
Stars fade to mist and the moon escapes the eye
The sun demands attention
It will not be denied
She looks up

Day in and day out
I write the same old story
It could only be one thing
A writer's purgatory
Can't get past one freaking word
Absolutely absurd
And the outcome is usually gory

I'm the blonde black sheep
In a family of five
And the secrets I keep
Are what's kept us alive

You know what they want right?
Just another young girl in a dress too tight
Thin as a rail, with long flowing hair
Smile on her face, like she has not a care
Shoes she can't walk in, no man would try
Face so frozen by Botox, she can't even cry
And if she sticks to her part, she might do just fine
If she's willing to *****, she can actually dine
They'll chew up her soul and spit out the rest
Wouldn't you know, they took the part she liked best
But that's okay, anything to be a star
Anything that is, except being who you are

I've been feeling quite prolific
Since not caring if you can read my hieroglyphics
Cuz I don't think like a poet
Not sure I write like one either
And if I was forced to be both
I'd rather be neither

He wanted to be accepted
By those he had rejected
Thought the poppers would feel blessed
If allowed just one day of rest
Thought they'd savor the King's scraps
Even if it meant scrounging around like rats
Thought they'd never dare complain
For even one day of his reign
Wasn't the King surprised
To see the commoners got wise
They stormed the castle through
And found him hiding in a shoe
Everyone laughed, what a tiny little thing!
Who knew you'd have to be a mouse to be bigger than the King

In a world of so many
There are but a few
Let's be honest,
Just you
Who can move me to oceans
And drop me from mountains
Who can tear down my redwoods
And turn my deserts to fountains
Yes, in a universe with so many
There are really so few
Let's be honest,
Just two

Is my car really that good on gas?
I mean think about it...
And, what's that spltoch on the ceiling that's been here since I moved in a decade ago, and is now starting to look like a gigantic two-headed cherub? What is that brownish stain actually made of?
I mean think about it...
And, is Philip Michael Thomas still alive?
I mean think about it...

Mind blowing

A four-point waist
stitched around pulverized leaves of a glorious taste
Get out the porcelain and please
take your time
There's no reason to race
Grab a sour or perhaps some honey
Grab something to curl up with
Sad or funny
It's a perfect day, if you'll just let it be
And there's no better way to start it
Than a nice cup of tea

Cranberries leaves and walnuts all mixed together
With a crumbly cheese that tastes like leather
Here's a tin can
Maybe that will taste better
The way you jump on that roof
Makes you seem almost aloof
I'd trade places with you, I say
But it's my 40th birthday
Maybe tomorrow...

But I don't feel happy
And I don't have any hope
I can't find inspiration
Instead I just mope
I won't allow in a spirit
Long ago sold my soul
My ears just won't hear it
My brain's gate is closed
I've been 12 and 100 since the day I was born
Too young to appreciate breath
And too old to mourn
I want to run away
I need some new air
But wherever I go
I'm already there

I've lost a bunch of notebooks in my time
But I filled some up with lonely vines
Cloaked in thorns, so they'll be fine...
But what about you?
It seems your bleeding from your spine

Buttercups woven through red stringy hair
Mangled hands and tapestry everywhere
Sadness and joy and laughter and lust
Dew drops in meadows and trucks turned to rust
There's beauty in everything, from garbage to gold
The moon in the daytime, the young and the old
There's love all around us, just reach out and feel
Cast out your line, if you get a bite reel
Cuz you might have caught the very best thing of all
An inner love for yourself that you'll never let fall

What the eff is up with this site?
Why is it most people on the front page can't write?
Folks just babble on and on...
Or spit out a two line poem
Which is fine if it's a two punch knockout
Instead of sounding like a grammar school dropout
And why do certain things get so many views?
I can't seem to get more than two
Post crap if you want, if that's what people write
But they should give everybody a chance on this site
So I don't write about flowers or blather on about paint
So I don't pretend to be something I ain't
We should all have a voice here, The good and the bad
The silly, the happy, the lost and the sad
So come on hellopetry, give gutter poets a try
If you'd rise just a bit, we could meet eye to eye.

Was once lively
Now not
Was well known
Now forgot
Born to thrive
And born to rot
But coffee's right
down the block...

I had an x-ray the other day
and they found you in a special place
Figured I'd tell you just in case
you were lost...

I am a comedy
A walking calamity
Just miscellaneously here

I have a tragedy
Living inside of me
Always in paralyzing fear

I am a mystery
Already history
And I just want out of here

I am a comedy
A walking calamity
Just miscellaneously here

I have a tragedy
Living inside of me
Always in paralyzing fear

I am a mystery
Already history
And I just want out of here

Blast off
3 2 1 goodbye
They already packaged me
And shipped me down the line
So, tell the family
They've got blood to hide
They already labeled me...
history

*******
3 2 1 goodbye

Stakes are high
So is your tail
You say it's not your fault
But that means nothing at all
It's written all over your face boy
You wrote it on my bedroom wall

Tide is low
So is your soul
You think that you've got *****
But that just means you're small
It's written all over the place boy
I read it in a bathroom stall  

But I gotta say
This dance...
In a way
It makes me happy

I love you Amy, it said
Spray painted in red
Against cement decay
I relive that day
We drove under the bridge
Where people happen to live
I remember how they lay
I asked were things okay
You lied to me of course
Deciet parenthood forced
I can still see love's display  
I'm sure it's there today

I'd like to be your day
Well planned and smooth
I'd probably get in the way
The doctor wouldn't approve
I'd like to be your star
God knows you're mine
Just be who you are
And that would be fine

I've never hated somebody
I love so much.
I've never loved somebody
I hate so much
That's you