"krule" poems
I'll try to bring you on a journey
A realm that you have once been
I'll open up those dreams back to you
The reason why we dream when we are living
The reason why we seek refuge from this cruel reality
The reason why our connections build from this refuge
The reason why we are dreamers and can be real
There's no rush to where we're heading
For rushing will lead us nowhere
And I shall end this short to create some room for you
For the rest of this journey
I believe you'll remember
Or maybe neptune estate by king krule
Would just do
For its been on repeat since the beginning
Can’t you bare just one more night?
I wanna be with you
I wanna be used
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
The polaroid.
The sidewalks.
Lake Calhoun.
Sleeping in the hot and sticky trunk.
The stars.
Hiding.
Your cave.
Being ashamed.
Saying goodbye.
Seeing the stars.
The paintings.
The polaroids.
The legs draped over the arm rest of the sofa.
Who's feet are these?
The stars of Minneapolis.
The courtyard.
My face.
Your beautiful ****** angel.
The Starlite Motel.
Seeing the stars of Minneapolis.
The cave.
The paint puddles in a Bible.
The most beautiful night you've ever had.
Don't paint anyone else.
Show me the stars of Minneapolis from inside your cave.
I didn't know 'till now.
I just didn't know.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Silent skills
with never ending quills
writing only bending wills,
running to the violent hills.
The feet with which I walk upon,
jump up from the ground
warmed by the sun
I will come undone.
So I’ll break through the lies
of the unsatisfied
drop a verse so superb
they use my name as a verb.
But, the skill is a curse
ordered words construct my own hearse
And, she doesn’t see me,
knows one name but I’ve got three
I guess I’ve got to be free.
Introduce me to myself
leave the sappy stuff on the shelf.
It’s hard not to die
when you’re not living to heal
but living to survive.
So sleep away now
dream your dreams
sleep in peace.
This lifelines marred by the crease.
Now to carry on,
words spoken meaning gone.
Heavy head holding heartless hope,
trying times taught these minds to cope
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
It’s been a year since I typed some lines,
probably cuz it’s stuff like this,
I want to get laid
and i want to get ******
but instead all I feel is sick
Kedgeree thats tumbled dried
from 38 minutes of bad Elvis hips,
while legs pop like rockets
my eyes sink in my sockets
saliva swells in my cheeks
as I drift in disappointment
swimming in icy air to catch my confidence lost at sea
but its too far gone, so i just stare
at a laptops glare
thinking about my spots
my unstyled bramble of hair
my polo, too garish?
MY SPACK BRAIN!
too confident in thinking I looked smart?
as i wish for another heart
one thing sticks in my mind
a girl, or was it a boy,
looking like Johnny Rotten,
in Westwood striped dungarees and flames of hair
flashes of the Public Image, King Krule and all that in my headphones.
Words that are all in my head
as my stomach is sick
oh yeah, they played the killers
I like them
now my head is bleak like Mike Skinner
I wish I’d chosen earlier to have my dinner
another music reference lost on you
but stuck in my mind in bed
as I picture a red head
oh my.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
Can't you bear one more night?
Tie the loosening threads
of my mind to your wrist
so I can follow after your
trail when you leave me in the night.
How much will I unravel
before you stop running?
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC