"carcus" poems
When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.
It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.
When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.
You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.
When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******
You had me
by the *****
yea,
that *** got stirred.
I was so
'on fire'
with anger.
You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.
I got your number,
I know your game.
After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.
I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.
Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.
**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.
I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.
Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.
© 2013
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
I'm sure you'll enjoy watching me fall to pieces ,
to see my tears, You'll gladly indulge in my pain,
you tore my apart my heart,
You left me a carcus with only emotions left in me,
only tears to be cried and blood to be shed,
Your so happy with yourself,
Your stupid smirk that grows on your face once you see me at my weakest,
your a heartless being and you destroyed me!
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
You scream urgency
Like an accident and emergency
waiting room,
like a person relapsing into addiction,
Because they pushed themselves
too soon.
And there are claw marks in the soil,
Where you've tried to get to grips,
with solid ground,
There's a danger in your voice,
Like a lost child waiting to be found,
And you string sentences at a time
but no sound emits.
Danger, like,
Racing cars and frightened cries,
And there are holes in your back,
Formed by the lies,
You've been subjected too
And i wonder if i could use them
To breath life back into you.
I wonder if i get close enough,
If i could see,
The dreams and memories,
Before they turned stale
And congealed in your veins,
And left you entangled in the remains.
The valleys of your eyes,
Run wide and down deep,
And when you weep,
Your tears fall heavier,
Than a ten tonne van,
You're a shadow of the man,
You used to be,
And even your shadow,
Has deserted you,
Sought someone anew.
And your foundations
Are built on heartache and pain,
And those little tear ducts in your eyes,
Constantly rain,
But you you're in a draught,
All the love you've showered others in
Means you've ran out,
for yourself,
And your health is a picture
Of cigarettes and late night drinks,
Old whiskey, poured down sinks,
And you're reaching the brink,
The breaking point,
But you quite like the sound,
Of broken plates,
And you quite like the taste,
Of self destruction.
And there's a ghost,
Where you used to be,
Haunting the curves
Of your smile,
That you paint on,
Why you defile
Your skin,
This terror your living in,
Could start a thousand wars,
And this battle your fighting,
Inside of your mind,
Leaves a carcus, a morsel,
Of yourself behind.
Your insides stick to the past,
Like double sided cello tape,
And there are windchimes in your spine,
Where your bones should be,
And your heart on your sleeve,
Is clouded,
By red marks where you've sliced open your skin,
In at attempt to be free,
Of those demons, the sin,
For a new beginning.
There's toxic in your lungs,
And a noose around your neck,
Where you've hung your expectations
Too high,
And you're hanging by a thread,
And tying knots the further down you slip,
As you sip,
Another shot of courage.
But there's only so long,
One can hold on for,
And believe me I've been down
To the depths of hell and danced with the devil
On many occasions,
And the sheer frustration,
Of the attempts to be patient,
Are wearing thin,
Like the warm skin, that stretches,
Over your protruding bones.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
We sit
and chat
and my heart feels like an excited baby bird
grasping at regurgitated worm carcus.
We walk
your arm hairs graze my own follicles;
my belly oozes all kinds of warm lovely juices.
Is this love?
Inexperience?
Or am I resisting your prying affection?
You are much too nice
to be seen with the likes of me.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
I try to be kind
but.
it is Tuesday.
I am crying
smoking
alone
outside my work
I am quite obviously
trying to keep it
on the DL.
there's no
loud,
dramatic weeping.
if
I wanted a random strangers
fake
caring
I would howl like the wind
I
would flail my arms and legs
against the ground
kick
scream
make it known
that I want
your words that drip
with fakeness
and your selfish
motives.
"hey-
are you okay sweetheart?"
do I ******* look okay?
why is it
any of YOUR business.
old man
stranger
I am sure you meant well.
but believe me
I know that
anything "comforting"
on your part
will just be regurgitated
lines
that you read somewhere
or heard someone say once
do not
pretend to give a ****
keep your
unwanted
unnecessary
words
like,
it will get better
(thank you, all seeing being of the future)
don't cry!
**** you and don't tell me what to do)
but you're too pretty to be upset!
so since
I am physically attractive to you
Am I not allowed
to feel?
I am prohibited
from having
any emotional depth
any
substance
that would make me
a human being.
you make me hate life
ten times more.
maybe that's somewhat unfair.
maybe he was only trying to help
maybe I should
appreciate that somebody
wanted to make me feel better.
no, he wanted
to make himself feel better
a pat on the back
so he can pet his ego
and make himself feel
like someone who is
real.
good.
kind.
I don't care
for your half hearted sympathy
**** off
I don't want to be
something
that helps you sleep at night
that makes you feel
like you are worthy
of the things you desire
worthy
of the women
you jack off to
worthy
of devouring
the grilled
carcus
of what used to be
a living being
that is sitting in front of you
with a bow on top.
you are worse
than the animals you eat.
you are worse
than the spit
that I launched at your feet
which to you, was
"way out of line"
good.
think about why it happened to you.
learn from my spit.
my words of advice
to this man:
next time you are out
and you see a stranger
who looks sad
or someone
who is crying
silently
to themselves
leave them the **** alone.
if they're making a scene,
that's something.
but there's a reason
I was discreetly
crying.
you are not entitled
for me to share my pain
my thoughts
my feelings
with you
if I wanted to,
I would.
me spitting
at your feet
is nicer than any words
that would have exited
my mouth.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
There's nobody ,no bodies I've ascended this earth..floating over my dead carcus accessing my worth...was my life worth living did I achieve success,,did I leave a legacy behind that people won't forget
Will I be remembered for the good or the bad
I know some people thought I was nuts and that there is a fact,,we can't all be perfect but I love who I am...so until that day arrives and death shows himself ...I'mma do as much as I can while being myself
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
it had started to rain on the night that she first decided
to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other but Halloween
a black cat pranced passed her view she didn't know what to do
so like a fool she took a risk going into a nearby crypt
features were in her eyes as if a fake disguise
wearing a black dress as if gothic apparel
while inside she wept forgetting the things she missed
suddely a knock came at the door lest it was a bore
a hand was extended toward her back almost giving her a heart attack
for it was the beloved care taker inspecting the situation
before he left Zoe had confessed she needed to be alone in her solace
for their she remained an an hour had passed
this time a figure came toward her with piercing eyes and teeth
grabbing her by the neck and soon she would forget
after making a feast of the fare lady Zoe the figure had left
blood masquerade every where she was no more
police in the early morning were summoned to sort out the great mess
left as if road **** her remains brought none the thrill
all the authories saw was a lone black cat walking back and forth
nothing short of a homicide her fate was sealed
grizzly allegations of a murderer for hire even blamed it on the care taker
but many years latter we all read in the paper
the creature in question was at it again with long hanging fangs that bite
this time it wasn't in the night to fright but in the day
a farmer went out to barrel some hay
the creature went straight for his neck but the farmer said, "What the heck"?
put his pitch fork through the vain beings eyes and to his surprise the creature just died.
Scientists inspected the evidence of the carcus and realized it wasn't from this world
Zoe didn't die in vain she was just out living her life game
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
With out healing from the night before im back at it again
Im a slumped up carcus
In rooms poorly lit
My eyes to low peeking through
Creeses of purgatory.
With scenes that change
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
There's nobody ,no bodies I've ascended this earth..floating over my dead carcus accessing my worth...was my life worth living did I achieve success,,did I leave a legacy behind that people won't forget
Will I be remembered for the good or the bad
I know some people thought I was nuts and that there is a fact,,we can't all be perfect but I love who I am...so until that day arrives and death shows himself ...I'mma do as much as I can while being myself
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC