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Darrell Howland Jul 2020
There’s nothing lonelier
Than doing drugs by yourself
36 lines straight,
Numb from any feeling
Doing it just for the sake of doing it
Detached from reality in an abyss
Of dark malignant bliss
Trying to fill the sinkhole
That craves the desire to consume
More and more of that death row snow
The passage of time has melted away
And although gravity remains
You’re weightless
And void of emotion/dimensions
Just mentally locked in
As your psyche breaks down into
Beautiful fragments
Of unfathomable pleasure
Darrell Howland Jul 2020
My mum she wants the worst for me
She wants me out and on the street
I'm not her son that’s what she said
Go find your dad if he's not dead

But my dad he hates my guts
He didn't wanna keep in touch
He never phoned, asked how I've been
Cos through his eyes I'm just dead skin

I'm a no one, I know
I'm like a freak without a show
Been made to feel I don't belong
What the hell did I do wrong?

I feel empty and alone
I wanna place that feels like home
Don't want my family visiting
They make me feel like I'm dead skin.
Darrell Howland Jul 2020
Living, knowing
your dying slowly
breathing dead air and memories
Waiting, hoping
wishing, if only
a cure can be found for your disease
Time is borrowed
Your eyes are hollow
Skin pale like moonlight
will you live to see tomorrow?
Sins forgiven
Last will and testament written
Funeral arrangements made
Hole dug and stone in place
Hole dug and stone in pla
Darrell Howland Jul 2020
It’s the silly things that make you laugh,
the joy you bring by being daft
A simple smile that makes me feel alright
It’s your individuality, your multi-personality,
Your atmosphere that makes you shine so bright
It’s the way you make me stop & think,
how you analyze me like a shrink
The way you make me act a better man

Everywhere you go, you glow
Leaving a trail of mouths wide open
Everywhere you go, you know
Your flamboyant flairs outspoken

It’s the warmth you generate through love,
how your hugs they fit me like a glove
your caring nature, soothing voice & touch
It’s the way you scream when you are chased,
how your gentle breath is candy laced
the things we say, when we talk double dutch

Your unaware you are the show,
tired eyes have now been woken
Watching your ratings grow,
your confidence it can't be broken

It’s the way you make me feel at ease,
your passion, grace, and inner peace
how you don't discriminate or hold a grudge
It’s the cheeky look in your green eyes,
your innocent look of surprise
your flame red hair & way you never judge

You don't despair when things are low
you turn your loss into a token
but if you should ever blow
you'll just become a Supernova
Darrell Howland Jul 2020
Bad Taste
You can pass me by, but I don’t care
You can turn your head, like I’m not there
You can call me names, and laugh and stare
You can let me down, like you let down air

You can dice me, you can slice me
You can marinate and spice me
But it’s you who’ll have
The bad taste in your mouth

You can ***** and curse, and put me down
Say I’m nothing, Kick me out the house
Complain you feel ashamed, that I’m your son
Lucky for you, I’m not your only one

You can bend me, you can break me
You can scream out loud you hate me
But you know I’ll leave a bad taste in your mouth

You can say I look just like my dad
But I’ll erase that from your quoting pad
But I guess deep down I know it’s true
And just for that I hate you and him too

You can hang me, or behead me,
Spike my food with something deadly
But it’s you who’ll have
The bad taste in your mouth
From Dream Myself Dead

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