"nothingmore" poems
Socially suicidal
I say the wrong things
At the wrong times
To the wrong people
In all the wrong places
Face it
My face is the last thing
You want to see
On a day is as beautiful as this
Miss me with the ********
I know you miss me
And the ********
The scent is foul
But its fouler
TO have no senses at all
Since
Youve been gone
Ive been alone
WIth nothing
But a room full of family, friends,
Kinfolk, next of kin
Bad ******* X's,
Potential girlfriends
All in the whirlwind
Of indecision
....since you've been missing
Empty crowds
Full of people
I love
Sure enough
But what's love
Without you!?
Nothing much
I'm Nothingmore
Too much
Is not enough
Not a thing
Unless
Everything
Was the one thing
I gave you
Nonetheless
The lesson
Is none of this
Had to happen
It just happens
To be called
Fate
Rather fatal
****
Cupid's hit
Was supposed to nick
Not split
Me in half
I lost one side of me
ANd you
Replaced it
To make we whole again
And now
I have this hole again
You used to hold me
Now you *** me
As if I didn't
USed to be a ****
But "used to"
Doesnt do much
For this present
Feeling of being used
Too much
****
You used me up
Now Im left amongst
The bitter *************
That would bite a ************
For they let
The taste
Of Love
Eat them alive again
Im amongst the dead
No hopes to be revived
DOn't want to be alive
The pain
Isn't worth
The ability to feel
I gained less
Than what Ive attained
Since
They day I met you
I've haven't been
Myself ever since!
****
I guess
The foul smell
Isnt worth
The Sense...
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:42 PM UTC
Here I stand
Fallen
Blacklisted
Unpermitted to enter the pearly gates
I scratched and clawed
At clouds
As the Guards
Escorted me out
And pulled me
To this fiend
Below
He's nothing like me
Shows no love
Help
Care
Concern
or Charity
Our only similarity
Is pride
WHY!?
Was I made beautifully
And given
This useless musical talent
If I can't
Move souls
For a chance
And feel godly
I sinned
Nonetheless
What's next, Nothingmore
Or
Something much more
Worse,
Infinite death
****
I wish I was a victim of infant death
Then,
My flawed human mind
Wouldn't have used earth's time
Pulling
My soul from heaven.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
the wind does not howl.
the sun does not shine.
Concrete paste thickens,
and into thought we dive.
persecution of the divided ,
well managed,
we lie.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
Socially suicidal
I say the wrong things
At the wrong times
To the wrong people
In all the wrong places
Face it
My face is the last thing
You want to see
On a day is as beautiful as this
Miss me with the ********
I know you miss me
And the ********
The scent is foul
But its fouler
To have no senses at all
Since
Youve been gone
Ive been alone
WIth nothing
But a room full of family, friends,
Kinfolk, next of kin
Bad ******* X's,
Potential girlfriends
All in the whirlwind
Of indecision
....since you've been missing
Empty crowds
Full of people
I love
Sure enough
But what's love
Without you!?
Nothing much
I'm Nothingmore
Too much
Is not enough
Not a thing
Unless
Everything
Was the one thing
I gave you
Nonetheless
The lesson
Is none of this
Had to happen
It just happens
To be called
Fate
Rather fatal
****
Cupid's hit
Was supposed to nick
Not split
Me in half
I lost one side of me
ANd you
Replaced it
To make we whole again
And now
I have this hole again
You used to hold me
Now you *** me
As if I didn't
USed to be a ****
But "used to"
Doesnt do much
For this present
Feeling of being used
Too much
****
You used me up
Now Im left amongst
The bitter *************
That would bite a ************
For they let
The taste
Of Love
Eat them alive again
Im amongst the dead
No hopes to be revived
DOn't want to be alive
The pain
Isn't worth
The ability to feel
I gained less
Than what Ive attained
Since
They day I met you
I've haven't been
Myself ever since!
****
I guess
The foul smell
Isnt worth
The Sense...
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:37 PM UTC