"moday" poems
im disgusting
i make you sick to your stomach
you'd **** on me
you hate me
things ive done in life aren't all good
but atleast the ones that aren't,
i regret doing them
maybe its a good cause for me
but know that its bad ,
makes it not so good
im sick
im not wanted by anyone i respect
trash
****
******* ****
call me what you want and
i'd feel like am i one
i am sorry
moday jan 16 2012 12:49
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Pick a color out of me
The light blue chair in the living room
The sky blue in the sky on moday noon
The spinning chair with a grey stain of a mine company receptionist
The business district full of green glassy glass windows
The weary mind missing a mother in red lipsick
Roses as white as medical students jacket
Scars of an old man selling brooms
Dragged on dried fresh black asphalt
Meh..
Brightest streetlight still watching the night will
Of merry little heart
A city that fill our little lamb
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC