"eral" poems
I hate the thinking about your body in the ground.
ghosts aren't real
but I knew you'd find a way to haunt me
I still have your ***** laundry
and I swear to god it talks to me//
I was smoking when
someone asked
how I deal with everything.
I blew smoke in their face
I said you'll feel this way someday
someday, someday, someday//
I feel the urge to dig up your bones
is there anywhere special you'd want to go?
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
To be
Or not
Is get
-ting caught
In webs
Of thought
An I'm
At such
A loss
It seems
That some
-One else
Is boss
Yet proof
Is not
In the
Right sauce
It lies
With those
Who say
They're not
A hard
-ened heart
Or a
Cold part
And yet
To save
Their soul
From harm
They don't
Turn down
My thoughts
Which weave
Like yarn
Yet break
Like thread
Nor do
They de
-ny my
Strange but
Strong ties
To all
Things fra
-gile and
Too wild
For I
Am not
From where
They are
But they
See this
As met
-aphor
When it's
Quite ve
-ry lit
-eral
The last
Or the
Ori
-ginal
So let
Me just
Leave you
With this
You came
From your
Mother-
I came
From a
Place called
A word
That is
Not in-
Vented
Yet.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:21 PM UTC
You see that boy, in
the corner of the room?
He has scars on his wrists,
and on his stomach.
From trying to **** his pain
or **** himself, because he
does not even know where
he begins, and his pain ends.
You see the cute girl, who sits
Against the wall, silent as a tomb?
She is just shy, right? no, the risk
of getting hurt is enough for her to fake
her silence, no matter the gain,
because she is always left, she
never gets to let people be aware
of who she is, so her heart she tends.
You see that boy there, the weird one
who is all over the place, whom
is everyone's friend? He is a visc-
eral friend, and does not take
no for an answer, but his pain
is something he cannot understand, he
cannot help but rage against an unfair
world, make all the pain just end.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Closer to you, than at a distance
Familiar attraction, with no resistance
Close yet away, and come what may
Believe this LOVE, with ever-persistence
Intamacy unknown, with pure anticipation
Hyper-lustful cravings, wild temptation
A realm alone, and all our own
Transcending the most exalted imagination!
Playful affection, young love to renew
Such rejuvenating feeling, pure and true
Happy with our choice, and to hear it in your voice
Makes me feel like a love-bird, "coo coo coo..."
Oh there may be tough times ahead
Especially given the lives we've both led
dreams of you shall get me through
Thoughts of life, home, and a loving bed...
Kasey I promise:
Within each other shall we so heal
Ourselves once more, shall we both feel
Free and clear, no more fear my dear
If only for once, we do this fore eral.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC