"bzzzzzz" poems
I have seen the blood gallop from the cracks in people's souls. It leaks with intention and covers the ground. Dams break.
**** the flies. This way, that way, everywhere at one time. Charming, landing, indecisive , squirming, churning. Fragile. So annoying. Pester and land.
Bzzzzzz zztzz zzz zztzzz...
Always moving. DON'T STOP! If you do
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stop.
Intention will bring the crossword puzzle reaper.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Now it's all gone
Those words I was just thinking in my head.
1st step ..think
2nd ..write
Put pen to paper
My brain is fried
I forgot
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Go have your head examined.
I did and now,
No more sounds, just
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Teeth clenched, toes curled
Ha, if I didn't know better
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Same look
********
That's some ***** kind of love
Strapped down, at least 5 possible
Ankles, wrist, head and
one across the chest, maybe.
No, we need to make sure her heart is free.
In case we defib ri late tor her
She must be drugged.
Stick a needle in her vein
"Relax, sweetie. You won't remember a thing".
******** that warmth from my head to my toes.
Ok, ready let's go.
Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
Teeth clenched, toes bent, look her hands grasping the tool so hard.
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz
"Do you think it's enough".
"Yes, we are done".
Erasing part of me.
I jumped out of that window and ran.
Like Chief
Out of the cuckoo' s nest.
They tried to erase me.
Was I so mad?
Bzzzzz, bzzzzz.
He said I'll hold on to you. I'll go to hell with you and back. I won't let go.
I remember that. That's being loved.
A lunatic's love story.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Bzzzzzz ^#^
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wherever : you go...
... the pesky fly
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Bzzz.
My head jimmies like a key with Tourette's and I feel
what can only be described as a sour taste in my ears.
If that's even possible.
Bzzzz.
My shoulders **** up like mountainous pimples,
that appear from nowhere, that I struggle to flatten.
If that's even possible.
Bzzzzz.
My hands are now styrofoam talons at my desk,
envious of others' measly yet cranberry soaked toothpicks.
Mine almost comfort that son of a *****
How is this possible?
Bzzzzzz.
I shut my eyes, and I hope he has dropped dead.
Though his black and yellow stripes should put him behind bars, he is here to stay in that never-ending cursed halo around my head.
How is he possible?
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC