"euthanizing" poems
1) 12 thousand tweets and none of them are substantial. They're becoming less and less about you though. Maybe that's what is substantial about them.
2) Something in the way you wrap sin in worship.
3) I'm an arson waiting to happen, is the funeral pyre really necessary?
4) Writing about you angrily isn't doing it anymore. I want to smash bricks through windshields that used to hold flowers I bought you.
5) Looks like you're not at the bottom of this one either. ****
6) My love has always been leprosy.
7) You're the interlude, not the chorus. But, that's okay I'm a terrible vocalist anyway.
8) She wants to date boys that are self aware and boy did she hit the jackpot.
9) You smile with the grace of grandmothers and I'm a bad boy like your grandpa after the War.
10) Can I cut out your grin and put in on the wall next to my framed poster of Bob Dylan and Charles Bukowski?
11) Trace my outline in chalk when I finally drink myself to sleep. I'm euthanizing the pieces of me that belong to you.
12) If I find you in Heaven won't you be in his arms? If I find you in Hell won't you be my torment?
13) You make me feel as insignificant as God does and I think that says something about prayer.
14) I quit paying my phone bill so I'd quit dialing your number like a suicide hotline.
15) My teeth are rotten like the lies that spill out of my teeth. You find me beautiful and I've never been more self-conscious.
16) Your silence fills my abdomen like daggers and words clot where crimson should flow.
17) Loving you is ************
18) My heart is at a crossroads and you're drowning in dust in the rearview mirror.
19) You prefer the subtle burns. The flames so hot they sever nerve endings when they lick your fingers the way I imagine I would.
20) She sings the body electric and I'm forced to worship her through computer screens and the scratch of needle on vinyl.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
Anger is boiling, like a *** of water on the stove, and I can feel my veins get warm as you draw near. The web of lies you wove, trapped me in a world of pain and hatred, and caused me to lose that which I had always held dear.
I like to forgive, and I always try to forget, but you would be the first that I can never forgive. If I could cut you out of this world, like euthanizing a rabit dog at the vet, I would do it in a heartbeat, because you do not deserve to live.
Life is already ****** up without having someone to tear your confidence away, stripping you of any personality you spent your days creating. I can't believe I fell for your innocent, ******** ******* facade, and all the things you once did say. I let you in my life as a victim, and then I became the victim of us dating.
Whoever falls into your web next, I hope she has the brains to get out quick. I hope whoever else has the unfortune of meeting you realizes you're not really "sick", that these are words that hide the true meaning, that you are batshit ******* crazy and willing to beat the **** out of any person that looks at you wrong. Man, I put up with that for too long.
I may have spent the last year building back everything that you took from me; but it may never be enough. I still go through every day with symptoms of PTSD; flinching when someone moves too fast, night terrors in the middle of the night, hyperventilating when I think I see you walk past, and anger that has stopped me from ever being "alright".
Maybe only time will really heal these wounds and turn off this oven of hatred. Or maybe I will live with this anger for the rest of my life, wishing I had done something to make this pain faded...
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Is Life nothing more than Death beating in The Human Tragedy?
A dire race for self-destruction, lost in space;
It's victim: a small blue planet, like a flower to be devoured by a swarm of insatiable, starving insects..
What have we done to this place?
We the people; we the pests; we the invasive species;
We are concocting euthanizing pesticides to put us out of our dying misery;
We have dug our own graves in the name of "making a living" and have nowhere left to sow the seed.
Take us back to Death's fertile womb at the hour of our conception;
Let us abort the blood-thirsty parasite consuming her.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Dog eat dog world
don’t be weak
puppy chow
Dog eat dog world
don’t be to loud
barking orders
Dog eat dog world
don’t chase your tail
dog “gone” it
LOST
Dog eat dog world
move “fur”ther ahead
leading by scent
DIRECTION
Dog eat dog world
keep your owner happy
don’t **** where you eat
INSIDE
Dog eat dog world
euthanizing all breeds
population control
One day we may
live amongst each-other
NOT IN CHAINS
One day we may
roam freely spreading love
it’s a Dog eat dog world
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC