"attatch" poems
I'm afraid to see your eyes change;
I'm afraid to see them rage.
I'm afraid to see a tear rolling down your cheek
when I tell you what I did.
I deserve a slap;
I deserve to feel the stinging pain.
I deserve to hear you snap
to keep your voice inside my brain
Attatch your words around my neck;
Attatch them with a burning chain.
Just so I can feel the pain
I swear I won't complain
I regret every single moment I've spent away,
I'm sorry I ran away,
for I did an stupidity
In the process of escaping this reality.
It looks like this is a sad romantc story
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
A boding of ill will
Gives him a new life, a new thrill
Enter the tenth part of torment
A past life that lies dormant
Enstilling a passion in those we've met
People die
And now I watch her cry
I thought I had found the love of my past
A friendship which runs so deep
Meets a precipice so steep
And alas
It was all a cruel lie
Causing a soul to attatch itself to a mind
The mind of this poor boy
So lost
So hurt
So cold
His life spent as a mere toy
Such a cost
What's it worth
The loss of one's hold
Making happiness so hard to find
Reality
Is a mystery
To a mind shrouded in misery
Hoping for a feeling of sincerity
Or clarity
A rarety
That his soul should be unfurled
Upon this world
So lost
So hurt
And so cold
We have all but lost control
A sickness not even it's host could fathom
Yet I'm merely a piece of this puzzle
And my name is Adam
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
do it like a lepar king
attatch yourself to the soul
with armies of giants
to place your skin back
when your skin cannot hold
and the day
cannot hold
attatch yourself to the sun
like a body
that cannot learn
and cannot be taught
to stop beating heat
do so in the gropes of the machine
like an organic song
and curve bayonetting
the hive line
in the times of dance
that come like countless
bodies of sigh
to rebel against the well of turmolt
in the evenings veins
kiss the unamed call
of the earth
touch those eyes
like they are the last of all things
do it like you smoke too much
do it like the city
has two pairs of lungs
one pair pays the night birds
rent
when they come
the others
are pecking around as i finish a cigarette
before work
the kind that light the building up
as i enter
but the work
is a bird
the work
dissapears
she dismembers
herself
like the laughter
she teaches
me
and says 'come straight back
after you're
done
don't slacken now
there's dance to be done
there's always our dance
to be done;
and then i stop the count
and let just two animals
do it
they know more of time
and look more
like us.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Depression is a hidden demon
I laugh, I smile, I love, I have a good time.
The differance is,
When there's nothing happening,
People feel bored -
I feel empty.
There's no reason for it,
So i attatch myself to pain
Because then when i get hurt,
Atleast i know why.
Or i'll try to explain it
"It's because of the girl"
"It's because im home sick"
At the end of the day,
It's all just chemicals in my brain.
Doing anything drains me -
Being normal is a full time job.
It doesn't matter what I do,
I will never be satisfied in life.
So why even get out of bed?
Why work harder for less?
Maybe some of us wheren't ment for happiness.
Maybe some of us missed out on natural selection.
Maybe Chester had a point.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
you said, "what's the problem?"
and i could see your heart break
i was the only one who knew
what you had seen not five minutes ago
you said, "it'll pass."
as you sat in your room alone again
night after night
too afraid to let anyone in
because you were even more afraid
to let anything out.
you said nothing
as i watched you rip your heart out
through the tears
and permanently attatch it to your sleeve.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC