"glams" poems
Freezing Moon by the stereo
and as a bed poet
I'm takin' a ****
*Did you know about that guy
who slit his wrist… on this?* she says.
No; Martha, Jessica, Julia: but still…
Here, alone, with the MacBook Air
- or was it Pro? Nevertheless,
an useless tool for worthless ****
**** Pr0n, Pony - ************
Here, alone, I and only I writes with the capital I.
And after the **** has gone
it feeds the air with oriental glams of leprosy:
and after a long working day I am not afraid,
watching its face, as I'm flushing it in the toilet
just like all the bitches' poetries @ Home-Poetry.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Darkness invaded this peculiar night
Glitter glams didn't shine,
I heard you scream…
Shouted a name not mine.
Emotions whirled into reality,
Rushing, freezingly burning
You kindled the fire in me,
It burnt out and ashed.
Anxiously hid myself on the corner
Waited for you to come back
I hummed my greatest melody,
You sang the worst eulogy.
Daisies into lovely decayed petals,
Image of your words,demised,
the sweetest bid of goodbye,
you ended the poem I meant to write.
My odd poetry died.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC