"dif" poems
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;
The Abyssimal Sea?
Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. *
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
My braided faded bracelet
Is hidden in a box
Always there to remind me
Of something that I lost
My braided faded bracelet
The colors now so light
I found they weren't long lasting
Just like my feelings that blurry night
My braided faded bracelet
Came from a man
That I barely knew
But that might've been the plan
My braided faded bracelet
From that man, he knew
That I wasn't ready
Even though I wanted to
My braided faded bracelet
What it means they'll never know
Because I know what they will say
They'll say I told you so
My braided faded bracelet
A sign I'm one with the rest
Heard your first is never good but I
Thought I'd be different
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Myths
They were not statues
and now you see what they see
looking back at you
Man
Her tongue, was so sharp
dissevers men from their ******
kisses them goodnight!
Our blind date went well
Next time leave my mask at home,
and her eyes attached.
Scratched, stained, double locked.
Basement corner, light bulb off.
Refrigerator.
Won't let him hurt you.
I promise, now go and hide,
Daddy is coming...
I don't remember,
I keep having these blackouts.
Sorry I hurt you.
Movie
Make-out Point, moonlight...
Turn their car radio on,
leave my hook behind.
50 ft. Woman,
dreams of a fifty foot world.
Curse my two left feet.
Empty, shiny man
His axe hacks you limb from limb
You hear a heartbeat
Wound too tight, tied down
Whisper lies, impale your skull
What is a real boy?
"Last person on earth,
dif'rent faces in mirror."
- Frankenstein's Monster
Miscellaneous
appeared as a zit
it grew, no concern for it
it spoke! holy ****
Lamprey fingertips
Coarse hair on infected tongue
Lotus seed ******
My beast sounds like love,
vanity to a monster,
hero to a ghost.
from Horrors Grotesque,
the existential monster
fears little carpals.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
“Vehicular Favouritism”
Opinion is how to know the best kind,
What preference hath thee of the best car?
For best may be based on the shiny find,
Is best not simply what takes thee so far?
The sights we see attract thine eye of gold,
Why pay unemployable hope and dream?
The best is but the one in heart found bold,
Doth it raise heart and soul? Or self-esteem?
The ride you find to be at utmost high,
Is this the one that you daily befriend?
May it differ how thine neighbor doth fly,
Do you favour the ones they recommend?
Think of this thought now short-- which is the best?
Four wheels and an engine-- matter the rest?
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
What started out as just a little wish
Can be something that sets a goal for life
The feeling of achievement's like a dish
That tastes so good and made from such a wife
A man must work his hardest to achieve
And strive for greatness like his idols did
But failure will cause man despair and leave
Resulting in a dream lost by a kid
A will so strong that shall not ever break
Will guide a way through all the thoughts and doubts
Though risks and chances are what is at stake
May also lead to many dif'rent rowts
Impossible through most of eyes would seem
For such a great success a man can dream
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
hoochie ******* man, Bruh Rabbit
a trickster be def....
takes a dif form on dif days
on the 7th day of the 7th month with 700 dolla's
don't ever mess around
taking the form of Pops he stole the fire
from Prometheous, who
stole it too
a coyote
Raven
like Jacob from the Bible,
Questions of is he messenger or Messiah
teaching wisdom or teasing
stories
'bout mojo black cat bones
or hoochie ******* mamas
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Bro ken Po ems
a re of ten dif fi cult
to co mpr e h en d
B ut ..... .... .. .
So ar e
b ro k enh e ar ts
bro ke np r o mi se s
a n d
b r ok end re am s
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
**fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,*
i like the type that'll
always make me la**ug
h ev**%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even tho*ugh
it'd burn and const*rict,
that, righ**t the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).
i like the typ*e that won't ob
se_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em through that kinda
m is e r ,y.)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Your time
Is
Move
Ing
Your Heart
Is
Beat
Ing
The clock
Is
Tick
Ing
What Are
You
Do
Ing
What Are
You
Wait
Ing
Your time
Is
Run
Ning
Go catch
It
Hur
Ry
You're Dy
Ing
Slow
Ly
Tic
Toc
Tic
Toc
Lub
Dub
Lub
Dub
Up
Down
Left
Right
Too
Loose
Too
Tight
Live
Die
Crawl
Fly
Old
Young
Will
Die
Soon
Er
Late
R
Do
You
Feel
It
Hate
It
Fear
It
Fight
It
To
Death
Fight
A
Gainst
Death
Can
You
Do
It
Will
You
Win
Or
Stop
Think
In
Not
A
Gain
What Makes
It
Dif
Fer
To Breath
While
Stare
Ing
Do
Ing
No
Thing
Keep
Time
Go
Ing
Is This
Live
Ing
No
I
Think
Do
You
Think
We
Drink
We
Smoke
We Made
Love
We Broke
We Drugged
And We Bragged
We Sped Up
The Clock
We ****
And We ****
Keep Repeatin
The Crap
Oh But
Your ****
Isn't A
Nice ***
You Gave
Your Body
You Get A
Free Pass
We End Up
Racing
We Sleep Up
*******
We Live
Like Hell
In A World
Like Heaven
We Did
Much Fun
Is It Quite Worth
The Run?
What Have
You Done?
Nothing,
Next To None
We All Bought
Money
Money Bought All
We
We Became All Free
But Nothing Was Free
Count One To Three
Are We Alive Yet
We All Rot Together
Are We Not Dead Yet?
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
.
How
is *** like
math? Half the
time I get an o d d
result. If my han
ds aren't enough
I end up using m
y head. I always
wonder how the
person next to me
is doing on his w
ork.My average at
each is p retty dis
mal.What's the dif
ference between a
cheap ****** and
an elephant? One
rolls on it's b ack
for peanuts and
the other one live
s in a zoo. Why is
*** like air? It's no
t a big thing unles
s you're not gettin
g any . What do y
ou call a man with
a 1 inch ***** Justin. I was hanging out in an Internet cafe when
my server went down on me. I like
my women like I like my math
problems - simple and easy
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
The night I struggled to understand
every line of "Ode to a Nightingale"
is the night I learned what poetry is,
is the night I learned what a human is,
is the night I wept for reasons
that are dif
ficult
to ar
tic
u
lat
e.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
thereisa
space _ between
knowing
& owning
that. smacks. me.
Up | SiDe |
down
》just. when.
i¡ catch¡ my¡
breath;
[whilethereare
always #bodiesineed]
it's some crumb
°infinite-soul-magic°
i tasted in your voice
&on; y{our} tongue
those are
en _ tire _ ly
dif>fer>>ent>>>
pains
&;so your mouth
d(i)ff(i)cult to
let {forget} _. go
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
I've always
jumped-right-in
with both shoes
And/maybe/that's
the dif. fer. ence
Maybe; I,
need to learn
to swim
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC