"basketcase" poems
Toking on a cloud with ******* Jesus and his family
Lame folks ask me how,
its cause I ******* smoke
religiously
No God I smoke religious tree,
I get ****** in the name of heresy
You angry penguin ****** preach acceptance
So praise the Lord and ******* shame on me
My guise is Satan *****
and my swag is undisguisible
heartless and no conscience,
sicksicksix most recognizable
-that statement may surprise a little but since we all surmise a little
Why deny me as the devil when
When I clearly play a golden fiddle. . .
From Hell I made a deal
and there is no repeal
nothing you see is real,
I will invade and pervade your mind
So wait in anticipation,
life's a figment of your own imagination
I'll watch you dissipate into oblivion
Pound for pound,
I'm a cenobite at heart,
I just haven't a heart to be found
It's not hard for me
its profound,
the sound of suffering
your soul is ours now
and I will tear it apart
Here's a toast to our orchestral
Symphony of the flesh
My swag's so ******* flawless
100 carrot diamonds,
******* love me cause I'm gorgeous
can't stag no more, fat stacks galore
embrace the force it opens doors
Is there a source, but of course -
it just lies dormant/
What's a ***** to a floor except a doormat
And you know that I'm no diplomat
It's just a fact I ******* hate those stinky ratchets
And I sharply lack tact
tell that ***** her ***** smells like Magikarp
Body language, that of Snorlax
someone once asked
why don't have an open mind
brains would spill out
if my ******* snapback
weren't so tight
Its the season to seize C's
and hallucinations be dazzlin em
don't believe your eyes son,
its only a phantasm but
Words are like playdough,
fun to play with not to eat
So clap your ******* trap and get lost to the beat
I can't be defeat
So suckle my teet
My verses are perverse
I'm high as **** words: failing
Get low
ill as **** so ******* sick,
blowed half past belligerent,
tweaking off my nasal drips,
There's serenity in debauchery -
***** I ******* bask in it
have a taste
basketcase,
I drink red bull it gives me ******* wings
"Memento quod sumus lascivio venatus"
Remember that you are playing the Game
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
I want you to take another hit, another sip,
forget me.
I want you to smoke one more cigarette,
without me.
I want you to lie awake at night, thinking,
of not my face.
I want you to picture someone new,
in my place.
I want you to loathe,
any idea of what was.
I want you to know,
that this is what a broken girl does.
Indulge in your sinful habits,
foggy memories, forgotten nights, take my place.
When you look at me, feel hate.
Or feel nothing, I'm nothing but a basketcase.
For I am lost, in the world of moving too fast, to just moving on.
Stroking your innocence, ignorance.
I want you to take another hit, another sip,
be tempted to forget me, and all my sweet belligerence.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Perfection,
Trying to fit some kind
of cookie jar
Art, Trying to break some kind of
cookie cutter
with scissors too sharp
you always get it too hard
And then it all breaks through
like the blue blood bleeding red through
And they say you're revolutionary
but it was just temporary
art is imperfection, inherently imperfect
but, man, that's what we're trying to do
You took the thought out of it
you took the hate out of it
now you've sold it out, the exploited's all it is
what I want would weaken whatever we wish we'd finally win
fighting for false expectations, failing, and failing again
The girl stares at her screen for inspiration
but when she finds it
don't know that she finds it
she feels it, she feels it
but words only betray you, if they're only sentiments.
facts are more constant but you never feel them
feelings hurt harder when you never shield them
Nothing is constant
you're not a i don't care
don't even fool yourself; you're not even an artist
don't wave no black bandana, you're not an anarchist
Just a basketcase, wrecking her every space
Melodramatic
staring up into the sky
trying to find meaning where it doesn't exist
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
i am...
A-bstractly addicted to absolute abuse
B-y basketcase boys with nothing better to be
C-autious when I caught chaos
D-riving me delutional day by day
E-ven when everyone echoed into my ear
**** this familiar fatal feeling
G-oing after guilty guys
H-ardly having healthy habits
I-njuring my inner innocence
J-ustifying jaded *********
K-indly killing all
L-ackluster lovers so they dont
M-ention me making mistakes
N-ever not nervous
O-ver obsolete oblivion
P-inky promising people to stay
Q-uietly questioning my
R-eason to resolve all emoitions ripping right from my
S-tomach snaking their way to satisfaction
T-hrough tounges I never even wanted to taste
U-nable to grasp unhappiness
V-isiously turning up the volume
W-aiting for any kind of wasted warmth
X-eric eyes
Y-et again teary
Z-oning through endless time
until i'm right back where i started...
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Another slam, a broken door.
Mom doesn't love dad anymore.
Daughter's crying on the bathroom floor.
Son is a basketcase, his spirit tore.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Now that you know all of me
I hope you're not afraid
I'm a wreck, a mess, a basketcase
evil and pain-
I recognize their face
I seek not your pity
or sympathetic eyes
I just need you to love me
and tell me no lies
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
i am losing faith, feel like a disgrace,
always so quickly replaced, by a pretty face.
i'm a basketcase, everythings a waste.
tell me this is not my faight?
heart full of pain, eyes full of hate.
tell me its not too laight, after the damage that has been done.
i know she lurks in the shadows, hoping youl tell her shes the one.
i am full of insecuritys, and now its hard just to live,
my love and these lyrics, are all that i have to give.
the green eyed monster takes over, im a disaster.
my hope is fading, faster and faster.
and she creeps in the shadows like a volture,
and i could not feel smaller. just waiting for a
chance to take you away. i hope this love is enough,
i pray that my baby will stay.
take me back to the start
where we were a fairytale, just you and me.
when i didnt have to live in fear, pain and misery.
when the trust wasnt broken, we have so much history,
but now i feel like im lost in all of this agony.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
don't ever forget
to drop to your knees
and be
grateful
for opportunity
lowered by winged white
into laps lonesome
this chance
this life
yes, free will
is yours as well
but, these moments
the not-so-subtle nudges
and the whispers that surf the wind
after it stands still for - so - long
don't forget
to be grateful
for that
could-be bestowed upon us
marked, holy
we are pocket blooms
of clover fields
lucky
the fates toil not
this hard
unless
sacrosanct potential brims
not just for us - but, to share
there will be so much
it will overflow out of us
and we will laugh, humbly
at scarcity-fraught mentalities
so, thank you
for being exactly who
you are:
beautiful boy
with tarnished halo
(no worries though -
I will lick it till it spit-shines
and polish on my gold-flecked fleece)
and your basketcase
of trinkets blathering
contents crooked
and bizarre
(BTW, I still loves them)
if you were not, precisely
these psyche spatters
and glitch patterns
you would not
have given me
a second glance...
we will make picnics
out of our spastic baskets
finding we can dine on the grist
and feed the eyes
of our hearts
so, I say yes to us -
no matter what
we are:
friends, editors, syntactic twins,
long-distance synaptic co-captains,
creative cohorts rapping across easels,
and perhaps even, angelic mirrors
worshipping at bioluminescent altars,
getting minds, hearts, insides glown
w i d e open by white splatter streaks
blowing phosphor all over this space
that definitely exists
in us
...
I'm cool with whatever
though
:)
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC