"ambulence" poems
Is this the end
Of which you spake -
The wind's alarm,
The night's opaque,
The city's blind,
The people dim,
(The ambulence offers
The final hymn)
My soul run down,
Run out of light -
Or just bad weather,
And the winter night?
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:04 AM UTC
the love you have is reckless
and the mind sets fallen too
and in your madness youve pulled us
down this spiral of a chute
we put you before our own love
when the truth we can never conceive
like the cold, plastic, mirror you hold
to stare at yourself and tease
we know all about your weakness
and weve fallen for tricks of despair
yet the truth is theres too much love
for yourself, theres none to share
you threaten the world with a razor
text all your friends, "nows the time"
"im gonna do it for real, i swear,
because the love i have aint worth a dime"
yet deep inside your pockets
the gold and silver grows
your heart burns in its fire
while your voice prepares for the "low"
the actress you have dreamt to be
slithers out of you every day
while all of your 'friends' stand here crying
waiting to see your body pulled, from the bay
though your mind thrills itself with laughter
as it thinks of all of those fools
who stand in the crowd waiting
as the ambulence takes out their tools
but your body has slithered back home
with the purpose and love held with pride
it is selfish of you, ******* selfish
when you think of those who've really died
quit playing the part, lifes no thriller
nobody likes the antagonist *****
and everyone knows deep inside
your body will never end up in a ditch
the marks on your arms are your make-up
not funny to those who feel the drag
of the razor so sharp it can sting you
while you walk with your shopping bags
i know this game, which your playing
in all terms its become rather pathetic
and when you run to me begging
ill stare, and then laugh, im apathetic
towards this character you have created
from the bottom of your selfish mind
i know not to trust you ever
because girl, youre one of a kind
Jun 5, 2011
Jun 5, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
The sound of danger erupts once again
As the ambulence comes
Echoing around the soft parade
No one seems to care anymore
As everyone has the lust for those same actions
Now we're divided up into different factions
She came home to find herself feeling weird
Drunk and dizzy
Wobbling and throbbing
She picks up the phone
And calls her friend lizzy
But as the phone rings, there seems to be
Some kind of acompany
Rat-tat tat tat tat
He puts her to bed
He exits the door
Excited for more
He breathes heavenly
His eyes look red
Walking down the street is just another outcast
Encounters all these weird, sad, hectic illusions
With no help in sight
Not one solution
Now down the street
Not very far
Comes the menace to society
Taking out the human
Saying in his head
Congratulations you win
And down the town
Comes a large big crowd
The danger again, erupts into a sound
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
One,
there’s an ambulence outside my front door
And two,
my parents are watching the evening news.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC