"dts" poems
i act like i'm something special
when we all know nothing is
and the people sit there and they judge me
for the all stupid **** that i did
but I've woken up sweating in jail cells
sick from all the DTs and shakes
and i watched the woman i loved
leave a week before our wedding date
and i can remember the first time a pig
put his gun against my ******* head
said "make a move you ******* ******
and i swear to god that i'll shoot you dead"
i've seen more friends than i care to remember
passed out with needles in their veins
i've wept beside to many grave sides
to ever wanna go that way
i've shredded my throat since i was twelve
smoking a minimum two packs a day
and even at my very worst
i still can't bring myself to pray
i've lost far too much in this world
for someone whose not yet twenty five
all i can say at the end of the day is
"though i may fail at least i try"
so i sit back and let people judge me
cause they don't know the **** i've been through
and i'll keep saying i'm something special
even though we all know its not true
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
I'm one of the owners of a trucking company that's called STD.
Nobody will hire us, even when we offered to work for free.
The STD stands for Simpson, Taylor and Drees.
But people think it stands for sexually transmitted disease.
My partners suggested that we rename our company to DTS or TDS.
But I'm Simpson and I founded the company, so I refused to say yes.
You don't see any of our trucks on the road because people are afraid of us.
They think we have Aids or ****** and it causes a lot of anger and disgust.
We don't have an STD, so please hire us, I'm so desperate that I'm willing to crawl.
If you don't hire us, I'll personally come to your house and kick you in the *****
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
45 degrees to the left on a two lane road
Would stop the screaming
Stomach no longer boiling in its own acid
Just drowning in black coffee and take out
Sweat no longer leaving a cartoon outline on the sheets
Just need a cool ring pressed against my palate
They said it would be cheaper
Coffee quickly out spends the rot gut
Staring through gleaming glasses
Rather than the amber round, looking up
Smiling and swirling around
A dancer in the dark
My own symphony
Playing for me, just me
As I shake shake shake
It was always either the DTs or the cold
A ***** soaked cocoon of the moth I am now
Not right
Never quite
Roll the dice
Let the monthly chips fall where they may
Collect like them a thousand purple hearted liver spots
Build a castle of coins
Circular towers, thrown stones in miller’s glass lighthouse
Addict yourself to getting better
Its the only way forward
Even when you are being pulled backwards
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
What books are those?
Yiska said.
Philosophy books
my mother brought in
to save me
from further madness,
I said.
I showed her
the titles.
She shrugged:
I'm too tired to read
after the ETC
this morning,
she said yawning.
She lit up a cigarette
and lit mine too,
and we walked
into the lounge
and sat on the sofa.
Nurses passed
by us.
The Scottish woman
stared at her hands
which were shaking:
the DTs,
she said,
need a fecking drink,
feckin nurses an' quacks.
Yiska's knee
touched mine,
her nightdress
had risen up
as she sat,
and my dressing gown
had no belt
(least I try
to hang myself).
Did you not sleep
last night?
I asked.
No I didn't,
not well,
she replied,
I thought of him
leaving me at the altar
and got angry again
and lay there
in the bed
listening to rain.
She took my hand
and we walked over
to the window
and peered out.
Rain was falling heavy,
the sky a dull grey.
I sensed her fingers
fold into mine,
slim and warm.
I wanted you last night,
she said,
but all we had
was the Scottish hag
moaning in her sleep.
We both inhaled
our cigarettes
and stood watching
the dull sky,
both in our own ways
wanting to go or die.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
Words and lines flowed into my mind last night,
On the precipice of sleep, delirium tremens in full flight,
The sweats, the wicked dreams and the ****** paranoia,
Hard on the heels of the previous night’s dreamless collapse,
Holding onto a sliver of reality as the impending dawn slams my head into the pillow.
Again and again, sleep, wake, sleep if you dare and awaken.
The beloved, accursed alcoholic frolic is taking its revenge.
A killing curse hurled at me from a mystery on horseback,
My heartbeat lost its rhythm at the edge of my sanity.
Then the unforgiving morning comes after a fitful, broken rest,
Fleeting memories of Epic, guilty ballads of Kings and sinners,
Of beautiful prose and perfect rhymes.
All lost to me, and the world because of my horrible, loving vice.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
Now Billy was OG down D Street
Where Joey got dead beat
Caught mean heat down D Street
Where Billy was OG
Cop beats beat pig feet when Billy was OG
But Billy run quick flee
When Joey caught mean heat down D Street where Billy was OG
Now Billy got mad beef
Got kids feed
Their mother’s got DTs
But Billy run quick flee from D street where cops don’t beat pig feet since Joey got dead beat caught mean heat
Now Billy caught clean chrome to dome piece
Got kids feed
Their mother’s got DTs
And Billy caught clean chrome to dome piece from mad beef down D street where Billy was OG but Billy run quick flee from mean heat that Joey caught dead beat
You see
There’s things in life we lose that can not be found
There’s things in life we lose that can not be found
Not be found
Not be found
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 9:48 AM UTC
The white city of the night
in that women are involved
in the dark year. The death
of a 4-year-old in deep water,
three European heads and
the best Asian skin, Latin
America has a large red color.
The constellation and the earth,
the historical sky, the sun
and the future love changed,
his wife, Queen Rani, the poems
of the French subculture. Where
my daughter is the daughter
of an ancient historical crystal.
"Moon and buyers" - fingers
are live drinks. The walls - open
robot. Right now, elegant animal
dreams are more complicated.
When Bob was very careful and
the cat was waiting, I was worried:
Russell's enjoyment of us
is vitamins and toys, helping us
clean the computer and the windows,
laughing laughing, glasses, vice,
girls and women and barbarians
with them Germans said, Stone said.
Also, the public. After reading my son,
I thought the Jewish insult to the forests,
the lack of housing and the study of the sea.
After the disaster is destroyed, Medusa
C Ritus is discovered. The girl was born
of a magic queen club and a poisoned brochure.
Satan's pain is a clear teacher.
The name of the image is more insulting,
neither faithful nor sweet. Parents
and women make mistakes. For drunken smokers
who wish to extend their height and weight,
the purpose is DTs and flirting, and the power
of collective shame of the soul enhances their youth.
Yes, he got and knew something wrong
and he met the big city Lucius drove,
he was responsible for English life because
he did not believe in Klein: no, no, no.
Williams & Williams is the main English
language of three cities, three cities and bridges,
red eagles and eagles. This prophecy meets Lysian.
William Wilson in England. Seven prophecies:
Black, Black, Black, Black, White, Black and White.
In France, France and the World Adviser
in Spain will not collapse. In Britain
and the United Kingdom, Williams and Williams,
Tom and Kokkinos live in three cities: Tom's Red
Drug in Russia! Because it belongs to Oriental life.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
She is an addicting drug
and the DTs
would be devastating to me.
She is a dark cavern.
No other human beings
are following me
into her grand beauty
with glowing green moss,
and slippery stones.
Harboring potentially puncturing
projectiles like stalagmites,
and stalactites
which with one misstep
or violent quake
might leave me with
the worst case of heartbreak.
She is a dangerous labyrinth
with so many twists and turns
that I am very concerned,
certain I will not return
from my addiction.
She is a cool pure blue pool
of glimmering water
that is deeper in the center
so, when I enter
I run the risk
of falling prey to
her dangerous
undertow.
Knowing all this
I still choose to be
whatever she says she needs
for just the inkling
of a chance
that she might choose me.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC