"palpatation" poems
Your glare weathered my coccoon
Leaving pores within my walls
So with each palpatation
My thoughts bled out
i remain an empty shell till
U return the substance sustaining ur ego
And refrain from abusing my
Fervor
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Strive to do right but my answers always wrong
Try to fight through it but I'm the farthest from strong
My anger is always boiling on 100 degrees
Constantly wondering why nobody will help me off my knees
Nothing can cure this heart palpatation
Only marijuana, my bittersweet temptation
A one hour time frame where my mind isn't a mess
Then almost instantly reality hits at its best
Always wondering, thinking, contemplating in distress
Then the frustration fights it's way to come next
It puts up a good fight, a fight I will never seem to win
But I will never stop showing it this is my life to live
The only way to calm the storm is fight it with a bluff
Then when that's over it's time to take another puff
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Do you remember '95 when we were caught in that monsoon
On that cloudy street corner when the moon peaked through
And we could see each others souls
We were like pale ghouls in our youth
And I loved the way you moved
You smirked and said you'd never forget
You said you'd remember this night forever
Like the way the cracks on the sidewalk looked Like a heart next to the bench we sat on
Like the name of the street, and every how every second fleeted faster with every palpatation of your heart
When we thought we could create things because we were quoting Jean Paul Sartre
We laughed at the irony of the songs that came on my iPod
And what our parents would say when we snuck back in at 6 in the morn
It didn't matter, you were everything I adored about the world
Because even after your death would I go to that street corner and see you soar
In the wind you were, always there
In my arms, grabbing my hair
Your weathered soul will always be fair
My ex lover whether you can hear me or not, I will never forget, I will always keep this ring on my finger
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
So I was
petrified the night you left me
I was scared
I am so ******* scared
Patience is a virtue better taught than practiced
I want to sleep endlessly
Give me a drug to do all three
An abundance of violence
If it were up to me it'd be an all out war
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC