"haphazards" poems
Hide the scars
draw a heart
on your arm
take a picture
add a filter
kiss her scars
"stay strong, love"
Only discuss what your feeling,
never share the real meaning
maybe someone will like you if you have bigger problems
joking with yourself when they barely even hit the quantum
Must've wanted to see what was so attractive
Picked up a blade then blamed me after
words are painful
piercingly baneful
Dug a deeper hole so you can bury me, just haphazards,
So immune to what your saying
you lied to me
so focused on what you're really hating
wanted to get into a fight
so you poisoned me at night.
think you're so poetic?
stop it.
It's pretty hard to stay clean
Looking in the mirror is so much harder than it seems
hard to keep on trucking
when your so bloodsucking
your actions are the kind that pull the noose up the tree
I wish it had all been fake
you put your heart out on a plate
for everyone to sample
if only they knew how you're never organically explaining
serving things the people should be disdaining
You have no idea
romanticizing for whoever's listening
when they say your so **** talented, your face must be glistening
You don't understand me
and this life you've created for yourself
writing about a life you know nothing about
how many times do I need to say it to get it in your head
You'll never understand the feeling of waking up
and wishing
you were
dead.
Hide the scars
rip the heart
on my sleeve
take your picture
add that filter
hope you're happy
"stay strong, dear"
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
I saw him... Ripping the posters of hope to the ground
The bear stuffed. Cardboard box a home he never dreamt of
An abandoned minefield of metal gongs.....still clanging
With life encircled on its rim, clearly in full erosion
One eye had begun to fall, clinging on by a theatrical thread
A small hole had appeared, the left ear on hard times
He looked sad...his 'Bravo' days departed, kicked like an
Old tin can scattering nailed organs, strewn carelessly
The haphazards hurt the most; those that landed head first
They burrowed into the soft fur, grizzling through
Lack of gripe water to anaesthetise the first cut
Fur ***** were out of stock, cleaned right off the shelves
The posters painted with high definition, torn with sad
Hand shakes. Lined up ******* into fists, like used tissues
Their eye level aim skimmed the parcelled plots and slotted
Into basket cases, breathing in ***** dumpsters before their due date
Shrugging it off didn't work, shouldered earrings...stuck in rutted
Situ for too long. You came between them and the tombs of truth
Caused a nasty virus to accelerate. Baldness stole the soft
Funishings from your limbs in between the stuffing years
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Something will be found which they cannot express.
The crowd in your white lace dress!!
Your mind thorougly smug
Beneath your wet hairs
A kitten of our love
Oh yea it is shadowed green half way
Round a billion christmas trees
White washed with star bleach!
An evning in a wall frozen like apples...
I felt spiders, lime water poising my skin
like Hiroshima,
The falling iguanas (fake)
I lied.
Nothing from south america becomes sand like japanese papers. Another great poem ******
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On the airof this busy pitty progress- I squeal electric darkness.
May i feel
May i feel
May i feel your divine maze of unsucess?
In desserts very clean. Thefront yard decided much so or pain.
The street light in desperation was postphoned with recent tears
With recent tears, thick syrup, over winter honey.
Seattle dusk is turned to grand piano keys
With goods. Pages of grim dead fish
Just **** money out of delicate breeding!
She blushes like a ruby chinook!
Now i have picked where to carve
Her unwrapped layers.
Beautiful things are softer then thin clear bones.
I know the dead are haphazards.
But im not much from another river.
I have ran over lastyears broken tides with snow bringing the scent of melted cheese.
And life is over
But often times with voice there is so much more.
Unreal crys, richly pay,half a block, red rosy eyes in the haze.
At last im getting a sweet pool of glaciar water- a sweet place to **** out my twisting invention. An excrement i started, imagination from my impulsive instinct.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Warning!
You’re about to enter the Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Danger zone!
Uh, listen I’m about to enter the danger zone.
It’s like wearing a blindfold in a room drenched in chloroform.
This is the danger zone.
Climbing ladders just to be taken down by snakes.
Only overcoming these haphazards because of my faith.
And though I shake,
Though I quiver,
Though I have fits,
And have some treacherous fevers.
I know my God delivers.
From evil and sickness,
Through the thickest of storms,
I know I will overcome,
Because he knew me before I was even born.
And even after,
When I almost died in that ICU,
It’s true.
And Sometimes I struggle but I can hear,
God saying ICU.
It’s true.
There is no danger zone.
When I trust in you.
It’s true.
It’s true, it’s true.
There is no danger zone.
When my faith is steadfast in you.
It’s true.
It’s true, it’s true.
So, now I have to tell people the good news.
That it’s ok to struggle.
Because God’s with you.
And to not worry because He see’s you.
For even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death , we shall fear no evil or danger,
for God is with us,
He is our rod and our staff, to comfort us.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Form, Words and Punctuation
I've learned to let go of haphazards,
Be as you are, the mantra I sing out.
It's taken years of half beliefs,
but giving a **** finally won out.
I've learned valuable things
Though I won't apologize for existing
But, I express gratitude for those who look through my weakness.
To see truth is just a fabled thought, no actual tangible thing,
Elusive as me, definition undefined
Truth changes with the tide.
I went through waves of who I was to get to who I am.
Will I suffice to succeed? we won't find out, not even in the end,
it's one of those immeasurable things.
Explanations go unheard, I don't desire to know what you've learned;
you are who you are,
I meet that with expectance and unconditional love.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC