"distractor" poems
I am perching
I am searching
Sitting still
My mind filled
With the vigilance
Of a militant
Looking to invade
By throwing grenades
And committing atrocities
At a high velocity
Yet I'm made to lay and wait
My love feels like hate
Stuck in this crate
It's getting late
My feral fate
Makes me shake
Like the love intake
That makes me break
When you're raising the stakes
I see your fin in the water
Moving in for the slaughter
Acting like a shark
You go dark
Like a silent submarine
You float near the bottom
Your gun is submachine
That's how you caught them
Now it's my turn
For a bullet burn
Treat me like a ***** distractor
You're a fractured compactor
Leaving me partially intact
But most of me I lack
After your attack
I should thank you for taking out the trash
But I could've done without the clash
Because now I'm just a pile of ash
Stuck in a bird cage
At an increased age
If I become a phoenix and rise
It'll be an imprisoned surprise
I thought I had prepared
Yet now I need repairs
When it's my love I share
And it's casually broken
To be used as a token
You must be joking
There's no way I could've ever prepared
For the fact that no one ever cared
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
Whats wrong with your matter
why do your thoughts seem to shatter
and splatter all silence into waves
of static chatter
Let your mind faulter
sitting silent under the calm water
Bubbled constant blabber jabber of
topics and thoughts and things that really dont matter
Fill the days with more than one hour
of silent inner and being stiller
giving power to the brain flower
Ignore the distractor the interactor
and the teacher thats molding young minds
with some kind of ego attractor
use brain conditioner applyed twice a day
by a liscensed practitoner
asleep at the wheeler
thoughts that act as some kind of leader
attracted by a stringer
unaware of the silent danger
mind of alter hidden
right above the shoulder
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
distracter,
pacifier,
mixer,
moving the ******
away like a sailor,
distracter,
distractor.
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 4:31 AM UTC
I
dont tell anyone about the way you hold my hand I
dont tell anyone about the things that we have been I
won't tell anybody
Cuz they want to see us fall.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Everything I bottle up instead of confess
is crushing me until I'm a compressed
cracked shell of a man and a complete utter mess
Not going to let it sit and fill me with stress
everything that bothers me I must detest
or what is left of me will become less and less
until I become a pawn in a twisted game of chess
people say I shouldn't dwell on these things and I should digress
but if I don't vent i feel like I will lose the color in my iris
and never be able to get my rest
and I will lose everything like Miley Cyrus
or feel like I'm repeatedly being jabbed like a touch screen by a stylus
overall leaving myself asking one question: "Why this?"
Picking my pieces of the floor trying to get it together
let my sad little words composed of sad little letters
do everything they can to cheer themselves up and fell a little better
doing my best to convince myself that I really do matter
searching for the words of sanity in this unstable chatter
because the floor is ******* lava and I'm climbing a latter
to bring myself away from these thoughts and to an effective distractor.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
I
dont tell anyone about the way you hold my hand I
dont tell anyone about the things that we have been I
won't tell anybody
Cuz they want to see us fall.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC