"plugin" poems
We found **** in the den that day
high on gas, giddy at the sight, it was inevitable really
and at half past three, sometime in July,
I slide along the living room wall
wearing chintz paper.
In my room I pirouette as a jewellery box *****
Regal Kingsize, Butane and crushed grass
radiate like a Glade plugin (essence of rebellion).
Barbie snake eyes me “What have you done?
"Oh My God! You know how much trouble you’ll be in,
you shouldn’t have let this happen”
her voice is glacier planes and a million icicles form in my chest.
I tell her to shut her mouth while swallowing ice
before it melts into a puddle at my feet.
She never spoke again.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 6:56 AM UTC
I spend days in a room
The impression of a tomb
No one ever talks
No one ever calls
I keep staring at these walls
and in the moment I just pause
I’ve got to crawl before I walk
but in my mind I start to
shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball
Wish that I could make it but if I don’t
I don’t hate y’all
Somethings gonna break soon
Talking to myself inside a break room where music is my outlet
Plugin all these holes inside my chest like it’s an outlet
Wont let my flame die
or be out lit
Everyone’s different
I still wear the same outfits
Too lazy to be out fit
At least if I don’t make it
I’ll be out lived
Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage
Out-aged with no fear to climb up a mountain
So high but I still remain grounded
Collect rocks till I feel like I’ve amounted
Can’t see what I’m heading towards
To ward the light from my darkness
I need a sword
Never had a lot of money
I was always poor
I know there’s people in this crowd
with the tears that I poured
Like one day I’ll go on tour
with broken promise that I couldn’t afford
in a broken down car that resembles a ford
I go to battle with myself but I’m still
Losing the war
On what planet do I meet my accord
Tie the noose around my neck
All it needs is a cord
I’m sorry I can’t make you happy
I’m still sad when I’m laughing
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 11:27 PM UTC
He is not a victim
Just offbeat and strange
Fighting off the pain
The memories play
Repeat once and while
Bruised smile
No one ever came
Little boy begging to die
Bleeding tears
So much
And all that snot
Made it hard to breath
All those nights
It was so hard to sleep
Couldn’t find
Anywhere safe to be
The bedroom boy
The window watcher
Timid eyes
Pleads with the daylight
To disappear
Even in his dreams
She was still chasing
He lay wasting
The best part of life
He chased butter knife hopes
Hoping to slide it in the plugin
Hoping to hit the perfect spark
Hoping to end before his heart
Got broken again
And in morning
When she was to tired
To start storming
He headed off
To school
Were kids were cruel
The only time he was ever safe
Was coming home
And on his way
The in-betweens of his day
Now it doesn’t really matter
And sometimes he is ashamed
To even admit it
Because he is not victim
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Mind
It is so simple,
And faster than reading?
Just a plugin
And, ****
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
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One day a man name Arthur his friend max. They went in the wood it was dark they went to find the dog .
Then they fell in a bomb shelter. Then the door shut they find the dog they find a switch for the lite .They wear trap the good side is they have food.
Day2 they got 1 can to eat they found cards but they had no signal on their phones we played so we
played cards
Day3 we got bord so we tried to get out we can't it opins on the outside then we ate a can
Day4 it is max's b day we can't celebrate it
Day?? We had 6 cans in these days we have 95 cans left
Day23 We think we find a plugin we carg our phones we have games but they get boring
Day 24 we get out from lile and we were glad
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC