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Sayer Nov 2013
everything's interesting when it isn't
distant closure fills the void
that i enter every time i move
i feel myself to smooth my body
in the gaudy sort of visions
of people dying on hills

every day feels like the last
and looks like the next
it's not hard to see how much you hate me

bleeding through gifts and embraces and conversations
unlike anyone else i strove to plug in
to you unto you into you
what i'd do

but you turned the cold shoulder
getting older and colder
older and older
and you're getting more and more and more and more and more and more
the same

i don't want your time if you have none to give me
see i believe it when i'm sinking in the depths
among the stars and across bars
i'm sinking into you
and you hate and hate and hate and hate and hate because you're
exactly the same

evil and
abismal as
me
see
you hate
everything
about me
as i forget
the words
imadeupthreeminutesago
you're something I never should have had
and never did in the first place
but if you can, for all the things i gave you,
give me something (just see)
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
that you drowned me
drown me
you drowned me
still drown me
dog pillow Oct 2019
The musty smell fills my nostrils and I am

Frustrated.

Lines don’t go where they belong and the paint won’t dry.

I love the brush like I love the paint.
Solemnly and with respect.

Smoothness rounds my movements
Shakiness fills my hands.

I want to feel how the oil feels
Powerful; purposeful.

But what remains of me is the canvas.
Blank and achingly abismal.
Creepstar Feb 2016
One arm under girlfriend one against the wall
Only light from window covered it was abismal
Then three demons leered over reaching across bed
Fear clean ****** out of me,not one word was said
As I break up panting, girl growls at me
I thought to my self why can't they let me be
Why does this happen,oh for **** sake
Looks like for a little while I'll be awake
She rolls over, I close my eyes
Think of something like cats being wise
Then she starts to murmer "are we recording?" as if I'm not there
I wake and ask what she means,I just want her to know that I care
We have a giggle before I write this verse
Because when I sleep in the dark I have a curse

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