"reherse" poems
Pen to paper;
Ink, and leaves, and blue, and pink,
sinking and seeping through fiber
as I attempt to repent and release what my mind holds captive.
I used to trip on acid
and wonder why my fingerprints curved in such a pattern,
and for days after,
I'd wanna jump from skyscrapers just to get the answer faster.
I'm flattered as hell to have you waking up with me,
but I'd rather know exactly how it's gonna be in an hour,
so I read horoscopes religiously, and hope they give me a hint
as to where the **** I should be going with my life.
We've all got a factory price.
The lowest marked dollar sign of attention, or respect, or ***
that we'll accept just to make us feel as if
we are worth the energy it takes for us
to walk around on this rotting earth.
Therefore, we all reherse a bunch of charming one liners,
with hopes that we'll aquire someone
who will finally save us from our past.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
Don't stare at me.
My heart isn't yours to take.
I truly am in love you see?
Even though you think I'm fake.
Don't stare over here.
My body bruised and bare.
I am shaking I know your near.
Even clench your fist, come take your share.
Don't stare I'm running away.
My heart is takin'.
I'm left with nothing to say.
Even though my love for you leaves me shakin'
Don't stare this is my final verse.
My body bare, and so close to yours.
I'm left without time to reherse.
Even now I feel I'm rotting with the apple's cores.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 8:33 PM UTC