"angrier" poems
Are you ******* crazy, he says
and I want to nod,
want to grin
want to peel back my lips and gnash my teeth like a wild thing,
want to jump on the table and scream.
I want to caterwaul,
want to close my eyes and keep them shut
I want to dig my nails into flesh and hear the tear.
No, my voice is quiet like a whisper,
hesitant and unsure.
I want that to be the wrong answer
but I don’t...
I want him to get angrier still
but I don’t...
I don’t want him red-eyed,
blood thirsty,
coming down upon me
but I do.
And when he grips my chin with slender fingers,
I want to sigh,
want to moan like a ***** in heat.
Like a ***** on the side of the road, full with ***
sore with lust and clit-swollen.
When his hand slaps my bare bare skin,
stinging pink brightly under the force of my degradation.
My sweet humiliation,
leaving soft thick welts on my delicate limbs,
writhing helplessly in discomfort,
tears smudging old makeup and
I am weak,
I am ugly,
I am hurting and I am wrong,
impaired and imperfect,
and perhaps I am ******* crazy.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Anybody else got that one person or song
You could go without it all day long
You could be angrier than a dog with rabies
Or someone who got robbed daily
Why is it that when that person or song Hppens to be around or on that all of a days Aonizing moments seem to just slip on by
To another place or another time in rhyme
It's like all those bad vibes fall apart when Something like that touches the heart
This is an odd little occurrence but im sure it's a normal occurrence Helping me decompress and acquiesce too I guess that mood changer is all we need Sometimes
(hint, pay attention to the capital letters)
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
There's nothing left in you
For me to love
Not because
You're rotted
But because I've
Managed to love
Every part of you
From your split ends
To your hairy toes
Your scabby elbows
And scarred knees
From falling over and over
Your ice blue eyes
That have a talent of hiding all your lies
I even love the way
Your voice gets
When you shout
And you're angrier
Than I've ever seen
Because I've yet to find a part of you
That I do not love
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
the people vs. my every waking moment
me, for every heart I've stolen
the lost light given to homework
an idea embedded that our souls are
search machine engines
are we waking, are you my dreams
the people vs. contemporary art of all periods
angrier and more painful hearts
suicide as a solution
recycling factitious pollution
no one says a thing about ideas repurposed
the people vs. intelligence
truth
passion
anything other than money as a practice
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
I think it's sad where the poetry community has been going.
It seems as though deep, dark poetry isn't considered "good" anymore.
I wrote a "poem" called #Hashtag as an example of how braindead some people are becoming. As I write this, it has 44 views while the other 25 poems i've written in the past 2 weeks have max 23-ish views. I think this is completely ridiculous because poetry for me was once a place to escape the modern day stupidity and revel in the intelligence of literature. Now all I see are poems about computers and "some chick left me so I banged my side-chick". I cannot even begin to describe how much it bothers me that my poem "#Hashtag" has more views than my poem "From the Benevolent Ashes, We Rise!". It's absolutely appauling. I don't even know how to end this rant so it's going to seem abrupt but I can't continue right now or else I'll end up even angrier at poetry.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
I'm trying to find solace in anything.
Anything.
But I realize I'm angrier than before.
I stand in the shower for 30 minutes and just seethe in anger.
Anger at God.
Anger at my mom.
Anger at my dad.
Anger at my sister.
Anger at the guy who hit my brother.
Anger at my boyfriend.
Anger at me.
Anger at my brother.
Sometimes I wish I could just scream in there,
But I know my parents would probably freak out.
Maybe even bust the door open and see me in all my glory.
That'd be embarrassing.
I feel like I hate everyone.
But I also can't be mean to anyone.
I feel bad when I get mad at my boyfriend.
But **** sometimes he makes me wanna beat the **** out of him.
And then sometimes I just wanna pounce on him.
All these emotions got me ****** up.
I'm over here reminiscing old memories of my brother hoping for some sort of solace.
But I end up in tears just wishing the good Lord would just take me.
And I know its selfish but in this kind of moment, you only think of the pain now.
I can't see my future anymore.
The man I love doubt's me all the time and he has good reason to.
I don't know where I'm heading.
And it breaks my heart that he does.
But oh well.
I couldn't even convince my own brother to stay in the end either.
So much for solace.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I've never had luck with blondes.
Well,
I've had lots of luck
falling ever so
deeply
in love with them.
With their eyes
of bright hues in
blue, green, and greys.
Going head over heels
for their charming smiles
that make your eyes linger a little longer
that what's permitted.
Dying
to feel their
godlike
comforting
powerful
touch.
That was easy.
Horribly easy.
But what surprised me,
kicked the backs of my knees
and made me crumble to the pavement
were that those handsome
heavenly faced blondes,
have no soul.
And I am sure of it,
because every
single
******* time,
they leave me...
Alone in the dark,
confused,
disoriented,
with not a single word.
Which leaves my thoughts
to echo in the emptiness,
rummage around inside my skull,
looking in the hollow cabinets
searching for clues
and slowly growing
frustrated
and angry,
angrier,
angriest.
But not at the blonde boys.
At myself.
As of what I did wrong?
Why did they go?
How could I let this happen again?
And every time,
I can never find the reason.
Those blonde boys
just appear in the rays of the summertime
with their golden locks of hair
and leave with their icy dark souls
in the cold breeze of the fall.
And I know,
they will be back next year.
With the sun,
and happiness
and my stupidity.
Until then though
I'm stuck with the abusive markings and stabbing aches.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
I got a knock on my door about a week after the break up.
"Can I come in?"
Honestly, I didn't know if she could.
"Where is she?"
"Her grandparents" she said, stepping inside.
It turns out ex-girlfriends are not like vampires,
They may, in fact, walk in uninvited.
"What have you been up to?" I ask,
As I close the door behind her.
"Work. You?"
"I had *** with a girl in Kennebunk"
"Oh, let me guess, nerdy with an irish face?"
She knew my type.
"No actually, Egyptian... I know, weird"
We walk up to the bedroom.
I try to hold her hand,
But she pulls away.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too," she says, "but it will make things harder,
You know that."
"Did you **** him yet?"
She doesn't look at me.
"So yes. When? How long did it take?"
"Nick, you don't need to know"
"I need to know, more than anything. When?"
"That night."
"The night I called you?"
She's quiet.
We decide that since we aren't together anymore,
It'd be a good idea to confess
All of the things we lied about over the years
So it'd be easier to hate each other.
We circle around the bed taking turns.
Getting angrier, and angrier.
"As soon as I walked in their door
His girlfriend stripped all my clothes off.
She didn't even let me say hello."
"Well you know that love song
I wrote for you?
It was actually for my ex girlfriend."
"He said I was great at riding him,
And when we were done,
We smoked a bowl and cuddled."
"You cuddled!?"
"Yes. Cuddled."
"I want, just.
To **** you."
"Then do it."
I fade awake with her naked body draped over me
Like the world's most comfortable blanket.
This is the last time I get to feel this happy.
Like a dream.
Safe. Comfortable. Warm.
As I open my eyes,
I see the empty room.
Her things are already gone.
She is a foreign object in my bed.
Her once delicate touch turns
Hot coal and burns me.
I jump back and bury
My head in my hands.
The room starts spinning.
I don't love her, I'm not happy,
We aren't happy.
I hate her. I hate this room.
I hate myself.
I want everything to just go!
"Put your clothes on and just go!"
She is awake now.
She reaches for my phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you know my number?"
"I don't have it memorized."
"Good."
She hands me back my phone.
"If I need you, I'll call you."
She leaves.
Forever this time.
It turns out I was wrong.
Ex-girlfriends are exactly,
Like vampires.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
Tearing up I-75 like bats outta Hell
The radio jacked up to MAX
to be heard to the roaring of the wind,
Seeing as the top is off of the jeep
Zeppelin and The Who
Van Fleet and The White Stipes
Generations of rock
Shared by the elder and the young
Different problems faced
Yet shared circumstances
The pace is rapidly set
Like invaders they ride
Or gunslinger of the old west
Buying into the legends of their own immortality
Like a final ride before closing that part of the past for good
Even some of that Seattle sound trickles in
A much younger and angrier Pearl Jam
Sometimes even the garage rock get a turn in the spotlight
Their pace exponentionally increases like a runaway train
It's end destined to be in a glorious and terrible wreck
The road trip is on
These rockers of all ages are on the warpath to a good time
God help us all
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Five years old and they
could not hear me in the backyard --
I called out, the gate was locked and
the screen door, mesh frayed at the handle,
was locked too -- I could see it --
and they still couldn't hear me and I
was afraid and the mesh
was frayed and my little finger
just barely fit through and then
aunt Lucy came and made sure
that I was punished.
(The reward for my fear was
the most frightening and humiliating
experience of my childhood)
I hid.
"Get out here!" my father yelled
and his voice made me flinch and
trembling I unhid.
my uncle and aunt watched
as my father spanked me
harder and angrier than ever before,
my uncle and aunt watched
the shock of every blow
reverberating
through my tiny body
until
my uncle and aunt watched
everything let go
and I ****** myself on the floor
in front of them
weeping and violated
I do not remember what was said after
they left the room and
I was alone with my shame
while the sun fell the walls
faded blue the ride home
was silent --
-- all over some torn mesh
and doors they should not have locked.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Anger…Angrier for causes unknown
Stuffed and stifled; veins and bones being blown
Feel like…Felt being hit from behind
Dead and Dying; moving body containing serene mind
Made to and making do with present out of unclear past
Remind…Reminder; forget to remember
Crashing through the other side; catastrophic blast
Happy…Happier; down to tissues, your body's dismembered
Knowing…Known; causes getting familiar
Angrier…Anger; for betrayals similar
Started and starting to realize you are dying
Lied…Lying; either way you can't escape with defying
Making…Make your day colorful with blood in pitcher
Your head tearing open as the lid
Dying…Dead; devouring the poison seed
Disconnect…your lungs bleed
Disconnect…with shredded limbs joined together you plead
Disconnect…the last arterial blood drops
Disconnect…this is where your life stops
Disconnect…
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
White collared men in pinstripe suits sit casually across from one another,
completely indifferent.
They discuss ways to obtain power and how to silence the opposition.
The opposition being women.
Power being the rights to our own bodies.
These are the men who make laws against abortion to disguise their ulterior motives.
Trump’s America they call it.
Where belittling women is somehow a “trend”,
Where this type of thing has become “okay”.
Where the women’s rights movement has been threatened time and time again.
All of this,
In efforts to silence our war cries.
But here’s the thing about us that even history seems to have forgotten.
We Are Women.
Our mothers have been crafting our battle armour since before we were born.
Gave it to us the day we were first interrupted in the middle of a sentence.
They told us to be brave, to be bold, to be unapologetic.
To speak our truth and remain strong even when we feel utterly defeated.
You see,
We don’t really do submissive.
Won’t sit back and let you do as you please.
Rather,
we’ll continue to challenge your authority.
Make you wish you kept your laws off our bodies in the first place.
To those who continue to undermine our capability,
I say to you this.
This body, is my own.
This body, is power.
In fact,
I don’t blame you for being afraid.
Because you and I both know that this body is capable of things so extraordinary that only God Himself can envision them.
You can try to silence us,
To take away our voice.
But we will only grow stronger,
Grow louder.
Angrier.
You will hear us
And you will listen.
My body,
My rules.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
degenerate beauty queen
treasure from the dredge of the Earth
strung up like Christmas lights
white crystal **** aflame
hydrangeas cower from her gaze
pink ribbons stained with age
droop lonesome in soft noir locks
pulled loose from men along the way
she'll be lucky if she doesn't die young
photos on the television
gunned down in some gang's maze
or somewhere in the gutters she calls home
expensive death bought by scratch
she'll be lucky to make it to twenty three
cigarettes and xanax soothe her to sleep
dancing on a silver pole took her hazily
high school diploma left her trailer park bound
never felt love 'less it came from a bottle
kissed only by knuckles since she began
running from ambitions to become no one
just someone's baby mama left shattered
she smiles to the world, for anyone who can see
inside she's full of rage, i see the tear stains
mascara runs black from her bambi eyes
complacent at best, naïve at worst
****** never grew up, she just grew angrier
i pray for you and the person you've become
ring me when you find your head
ring me when you find your way home
there's nothing from you that i wanna take
no matter how insignificant or terrifying
i love you forever and always
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC
I feel it is weird when the guy you like sits right next to you in class
Even when he knows you like him
And he rejected you
I feel it is weird when you love art with your entire heart and soul
But you can't even draw stick people
With straight lines
I feel it is weird when you miss someone
Who has hurt you more
Than anyone before
I think it is weird when someone complains about everything
But refuses to do anything
To change their situation
I think it is weird when people get depressed in movies
They always read more books
I watch movies
I think it is weird that I can look in the mirror in the morning
But I can not keep doing that
As the day goes on
I think it is weird that some people are so nice
Even after you discover their lies
Still trying to cover them up
I think it is weird that the hungrier people get
The angrier they get
But I get happy
I think it is weird
Because it is weird.
Weird.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
One white page.
One black dot.
One white page
with one black dot.
That is all.
You see it.
Good.
Now wiggle that dot.
Just a tad.
Watch it shake.
A single vibrating cell.
A fly in the wind.
Trembling up. And down.
And down and up and right and left.
It's a ***** smudge
ruining your clean page.
So rub it out .
With your pencil thin rubber.
But it dodges like a boxer's head.
A darting fish.
You want to get rid of it.
You want a clean white page.
Plant your rubber down.
A dramatic staff in the ground
cracks the white soil.
But it circles you.
That fly, that fish,
that blurred boxer.
That singular cell.
It circles your staff.
Your statement.
Magnetically.
A metal ball.
Orbiting your invisible eraser.
To erase the invisible dot.
But it is there.
Circling faster.
Wider.
Angrier.
Leaving a trail behind.
Too fast for the eye.
The sultry smoke of speed.
The slipstream of a cannonball.
The page is warped.
Earthquake epicentre on the A4.
Shook by the fault lines.
Jutting canyons drop down.
Ledges crumble and crash.
Sugared pie crust
hit with a hammer.
Everything collapses.
Invisible things are also under
the spell spell of gravity.
Hit on the head by invisible apples.
But it's not invisible.
It's not a cell.
A fly or smudge.
An agile boxing fish head.
A cannonballing canyon pie.
It's not even a white page.
Nevermind the black dot.
It's nothing.
Not a thing.
Not invisible,
but the kind of nothing
that can't be seen.
Yet there it is.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
I sit in a flimsy plastic chair that squeaks at the slightest movement,
Ana stands because it burns more calories and says I should do the same
My arms are folded over my chest, slouching and brooding
The bracelet Ana bought me sounds like shackles when I move
The wedding band on my finger weights more than I do
"Why are you here today?" Our therapist asks
"She's been cheating on me with that **** Mia!" Ana yells
"I already told you it didn't mean anything. We were broken up then."
My explanation makes her angrier though and she snaps,
"You just can't handle commitment!"
I've heard her use this voice multiple times and a list of all the insult circumnavigates my brain
*Stupid
Ugly
Worthless
Never good enough
Unlovable
Pathetic
Fat
Fat
FAT*
"You call this uncommitted?" I point to my stomach which growls on cue
Our therapist asks how long we've been together
I say over 2 years
Ana says we've been together my whole life
I tell him she's abusive
"It doesn't look like she's done that much damage" He notes
When the hours up Ana walks to the door
I tell her I just need a minute
I turn to our therapist who's already packing up
"Please help me. I need to get our of this relationship now!"
He ***** his head up as if it's the simplest answer in the world,
"Then why don't you just eat?"
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
North cornered near the glass ain't gonna' last
Cause the money is running out
It's running out fast
Nickel and dimed' burning money burning pride
With the liquor stores all closing and mother mary praying whispering
"Sarah, sarah, sarah..."
No names in these streets empty touched' defeat
The meat is getting angrier surlier burlier
The heat is getting heavier breathier and touchier
Blankets burn in the Connecticut sun mother mouths something
But I can't make it out
With these posters on these white walls falling for their own droll
Committed to the picnic that is not life at all
Putrid in these notes that sail through the air never fail
With the heart that once was held
By a women that I thought I'd take the time to know
But then the winds came with the side ways rain
All that pain that I couldn't bare or understand to stay
There was the window washing maniacs pinching pennies
Letting go of their soul for another side dish and entree of dough
Ploughing through their TV screens which falls through their skin like
Love used to do but in the blue hue there was nothing
They could bear to do
Bear man breaks open the skin flecked electro heart machine
Shocking every last one of us past the point of divinity
Already through the heart and mind and limb of man
Into the skin and the blood and the beating eye lids
Of a brother I never had, that man named CID
Jesus named me no name so I wander wherever my feet may carry
Never had no religion only long lesions through the seasons
Cut wound bleed break breakfast dinner bird
There was a glint in the sun
The way she gripped and held Her sword
Graining through pages of past history ***********
Seeing visions of kaleidoscope faker ***** with their blisters
Gripping their panoramic sisters
Beauty in the eye of the hair that twists
In the mid-west chilling winds of the whisp
Forests burning boringly gripping the last hope of
Mother murdering herself just to stay alive
In a stride of elegance tides of benevolence
Roaring rewind curb side b-lines
And a mix-tape that spins and spins and spins
But plays nothing
No nothing
At all
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
There is a storm
A storm inside me that never stops
Lightening in my eyes
Thunder inside my heart
And darkness filling my head
But something is wrong
So very wrong
I am weak
They ignore me
Take me as a joke
Storms inside me get angrier
Breaking the docks
Flooding lands
Lightning gets stronger
Thunder gets louder
only to be muffled by silence
I am paralyzed
I am weak
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Suicidal like a black widows father
And angrier than the midnight tide
I told you twice but why'd I even bother
Like Jim Carey you lie
I love you because I know I can help you
You hate me because I can't
Now I'm suicidal like a black widows father
Trapped in a large apes hand
I fight and I squirm and I spin
Yet the grip is just too tight
Suicide seems easier now
I just give up the fight
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
He had a gold tooth
Right in front
I thought;
A hideous feature
Worse though
Was his aroma -
Certain death & ****
& Liquor.
He screeched some babble at me
I didn't understand
And he got angrier.
'What does this ***
Want from me?'
Unlocked my car
I got in
Slammed the door
Lock.
His index finger
Pointing at me as I drove away
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
You've been offline for 16 minutes
I could have said it, but I didn't
I had it written, but I didn't send it
I'm kind of a coward, I'll admit it.
I couldn't fit it in a space that I thought you would read
I had a tendency to ramble when you listened
or pretended, and in the poems that you've never seen
it's just as bad,
I go careening through a bending path of bramble
tryna scramble to the point
but I lost you
neck deep in the prose that arose
around a metaphor packed to the brim
with condescending tid bits
where I use your words against you
but a heavy weight that sits
over it all, when I lost the only friend I can talk to
so let me spend the next half hour
showering over you
another lesson in epistemology
honestly I don't know how you could be
so dim to miss what I've put in to this
Do you not see how wrong you are
Does it bother you
To have every miss step
pounced on and deconstructed
I was talking down
just to knock it through your thick head
but I guess I ****** it
I'll just have to say it angrier now
Let me spend the next two months convincing you
whatever you had seen in me was through a lens
I didn't deserve to be seen through
All it took was losing you to see
I'm exactly where I should have ended up
I know that no apology
will unwind the web I spun. the web I sit on now
to watch what I've undone with my own hands.
Hands that even now subside in fear
of what I'd hear then in your voice
when you reply
to let it die
So I'll let it die
I'm sorry
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Dunes on my left,
and the ocean on my right,
I walked in the middle,
on the hot sand.
My feet were burning,
but I didn't really notice,
I was on a mission,
to keep walking along this shoreline,
till I came up with a plan,
to resolve this problem.
Only hours before,
I was sitting on a chair,
staring at a wall,
sorting out my life,
and where I stand,
and if I could fix all the problems around me.
The more thinking I did,
the angrier I got,
I was frustrated,
I couldn't weigh all the options,
by just sitting here.
I left the chair,
and the blank wall,
and walked along the shoreline.
I said before,
that I was on a mission,
to keep walking,
until I came up with a plan,
to resolve a problem.
The one big problem,
everything else,
is silly in comparison.
But there seems to be no solutions,
and I think i'll be walking,
forever.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
She walked alone
In the cold dark world
A young child
Who knew things
By what her parents taught her
She was sheltered so far in her life
She didn't know what to expect
So she played
With other much older than her
They wanted her innocence
So when all was said and done
She sat there alone
Crying
No one consoled her
No one seemed to care
She continued in life
Becoming stronger
Mentally and physically
Her thoughts became darker
Angrier,
Hateful of those around her
She thought the nightmare was over
Until things spiraled out of control...
Hanging out with so called friends
Costing this young woman something valuable
Reality struck hard that night
The worse thing about it
The cycle repeated
She knew nobody would believe her
Nobody seemed to want to protect her
Wanting to die so much
Became her purpose
Being alone
Was her sanctuary
Her body became a vessel
Harboring everything and anything
Cold and Dark
Why?
Why was she made to suffer?
Why didn't anybody try to stop her
She kept shoving pills down her throat
Or cutting her skin
To relieve her inner most pain
Her parents could not handle
Anything about her anymore
They had lost their baby girl
She rebelled against them
For many years
It was always a civil war.
She became a mother 3 times over
And each time she vowed
Her offspring would not walk the same path
Or feel the same as she did when she was young
She became very protective of them
Her husband would try to understand
Only to realize his wife is a very complex person.
Though her closest friend understood
Her actions
Thoughts
Feelings
He decided to help her
Just to listen when she needed an ear
Or a shoulder to cry on
Or lean on
When times are tough
Through his actions
A bond was forged
So this woman
became the woman she is today
Through pain suffering
Not by choice
But through the situations
That made up her life
Judge all you want
Call her weak
Call her pathetic
And she will show you
Weakness
But she will tell you
I am a fighter
Strength comes from within
And wisdom
Comes from the lessons we learn
From mistakes made
In our everyday lives
You see this fighter
As you may have guessed
Is the real me.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
get angrier now, there's no sense denying it,
force fed lies to ostracize little girls from buying...
free candy ladies. look over here, James has a pink truck and i swear he's not queer. ha.
i got bubble gum, i know you want some, yummy yummy in the tummy, stop right there I'll force it down
choke. digest. you didn't chew, see how it gets when you don't listen,
Jamison is a confectionery in the kitchen.
i can bake you cookies, just get down on both knees...please.
see i already asked you nicely, .... you know you don't want me to start shoutin' and get violent....girl.
i thought you were my world, how loud do you want me to shout it..
now your lying somewhere where no one can hear you cry
i never thought I'd see the day the cake baker took a life...
and i tried...so hard, what could i do, everything in the world reminded me of you...eat some cookies.
they're a little ****** but they're not bad, maybe mix it in with the batter the next time I'm mad.
it didn't have to be this way. you forced me to do it,
i am a baker by trade and now I'm covered in your fluids....
god this is gross, ... how am I gonna get these stains outta these clothes
start to choke.
looking at your ****** body.
the... the... the... cadaver is just laying there looking back at me
smiling.
in my cookie shop I'm panicking...start to wonder how i got pushed this far
now all the cookies are burnt and crumbling.
gotta put those bodies in the oven.
recipes and sweets mean nothing when you don't have love
bake this cake at three hundred and fifty degrees...
just until the hearts inside get gooey and melt over me.
wow.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
On a filthy street corner
in a town on the outskirts
of the City
we congregated
I was the only white
& was dressed in my usual
tattered finery,
ripped jeans &
a silk shirt
halfway undone
I imagined myself
a sea rover of the Spainish Main
silver 38.
tucked in my
back waistband
I glanced at my 3
comrads, gangsters
of the lower class
sagging jeans
dreadlocks reeking of ****
I imagined myself
a rover
but in truth
we were nothing
but societys corrosion
words were exchanged
by my comrad
& another rover
from down the way
louder
&
angrier
until shots
rang out &
shattered the evenings trance
snapping into action
fire was returned
we held ground
until music
from the keepers
of law
sang down the street
we scattered
I sailed to
the train tracks
but was pursued
I turned & raised
my silver 38.
but the lawman's bullets
took me down hard
the last thing I remember
was the sky
beautiful and orange
with the coming of dusk
the most beautiful evening
I had ever seen
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC