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

So, I have some bad news
I never truly loved you
I just landed here, at your bedside by default
My own fault
But never my intention
Now I must go
I've found another, in the drawer at my bedside is my new lover
This one's got potential

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

The ocean is foaming
The Sun ruthless this noon
She rages at us, while consulting the Moon

The waves smash louder, as the waters quickly rise
Titans themselves couldn't surf these tides

The sky opens up, the atmosphere wants in
She lobs frozen tears and seashells into the wind

Some people protest, a few run and hide
Most are just ****** that the weatherman lied

(So everyone stayed and left trash while taking selfies)
The end

I wish I could write a great piece and then chill for a few

Instead of scrounging each day to create something new

Every poem I write literally makes me jones for more

Is it the poet or the addict in me?
I really can't be sure

If you stare too long I'll disappear
Rub my skin hard and I go numb
Speak too loud and I won't hear
Come ******* nothing with your tounge
Inhale deep and smell my fear
Then like all others turn and run

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.

To write is to rip open old wounds
And get plenty of fresh ones too
I've never felt more alone
than when writing a poem
knowing I'll never get through

If I was never good,
Was I always bad?
If I was never happy,
Was I always sad?
If I was never pleased,
Was I always mad?
If I was never forgiven
I wish you had

I don't make things happen
Things happens to me
I'm just a bystander
no one else can see
I'm just a witness
witnesses forget
I'm just a misfit
the misfitting reject

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

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 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

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

All around your blueberry porsche
I saw a bunch of people
And oh, the fun you were having of course
****! What a weasel

Banging my head against a wall twenty times
never once made a good thought come to mind
Sometimes I gotta dig into my pockets
to pull out lint I turn into rockets
Once in awhile I blow up a hit song
But most of the time it's an absolute bomb

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

Crash boom bam
Smash zoom scram
Mad I am
For hash and ham

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

Cheer up
Look up
Everything will be okay

Life's a gift
A silly game
Everyone loves to play

Stop worrying
Don't fret
It'll all make sense

Be positive
Stay open
Let down your defense

Just do it
Get motivated
Get your *** out of bed

Have some coffee
Watch the news
Get out of your head

Keep trying
Never quit
Nothing's easy
Don't you know?

You got to want it
It's in your hands
This is your only show

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

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

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