"rotts" poems
I looked at her like a blind man seeing for the first time,
I'm eighteen in my head and I don't know what i'm like,
I never thought i'd meet someone like me, I still don't think I will.
But I've met someone who understands me, and that's perfect.
Sometimes you meet someone, and even though you never liked blue eyes,
Like your own, you wouldn't have them any other colour.
One day you'll fall for this girl, she'll touch your body with her fingers,
She'll burn holes in your skin with her mouth, it hurts when you look at her,
and it hurts when you don't.
She stuck her soul inside me, after her fingers,
I'm not afraid to die anymore, cause like birds, and bees, and insects.
They all die after they ****
But the country scares me - people in the country scare me,
A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rotts; Melts into the ground. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee ***** the flowers and makes honey. And then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. And the family eats the girl.
Her parents were probably a bunch of Helen Kellers. All they do is feel. That's what being a bird, or a bee, or an insect does to you. Then you end up eating your own children.
Being in the city can be equally frightening -
It's more of a; 'Don't keep calm and carry on, call in sick and get a tattoo.' mentality.
Chivalry is dead because you're wasted at Tiger Tiger wearing your twelve year old sisters clothes urinating and/or crying on the pavement whilst singing Blackstreet. Removing your false eyelashes in the morning and taking some rill ones along for the ride.
There's that awkward moment between life and death, for some.
Exit the womb they said, life will be great they said.
Maybe if we were all better at lying to each other, we could have had something good.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
liar, liar
thats all you'll ever be.
your actions prevail that certainly...
how do you sleep at night?
when all you do is lie??
how do you mend hearts??
when your soul rotts...
how do you escape connections??
after you betray someones trust.
your a liar
and thats all you'll ever be
you betray your closest friends
and now you dare to betray me..
you'll never be worth of my trust
cause from the start lies,
has been your cover up
soon enough all those lies will tie you up..
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
I can't seem to think straight.
So much mixed emotions and countless thoughts,
Aching my mind with the pain it brought.
Trying to stay positive and strong,
Wanting to hold on to something that lost its bond.
Eyes watering hope aint worth it no more,
Fixing something that can't be restore.
Yielding, pleading, talking can't change reality,
Wrecking an unstable mentality.
Keep your head up and believe in brighter days,
Just as a rose symbizes love, it rotts away.
Life compared to nature compare to something that's out of reach.
Something that can define what's teached.
It's okay, your stronger than you think.
Just one blink to realize what is Destiny.
-dpk
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Peeling off layers of you, my skin is raw and exposed. Your touch has burned its way into my bones. I’d need an amputation to remove you.
My eyelids seared your face into the backs of them, I cannot shut you out.
My fists clench your remains with a state of rigamortis. They died the day I let go of your grasp.
The hollow in my chest echoes a beat my heart stopped making. The rhythm, once a record played, is now scratched and skipping tracks.
My head is full of cobwebs, where you spun your trap. I sit and wait for you to come to consume me once again.
My tongue just tastes the sweat of my defeat. To be swallowed by you is written on my tomb.
The decay inside this absence rotts my remains. But so did living in the light of your magnetic gaze. For it only lasted as long as I painted to your preference.
The scenes of me would flicker across your face. Your disapproval was the day turning to night. The kind that's haunted with a fright that steals a soul.
I move my legs towards the door, broken and gimping, I keep turning around to see you.
Standing there waiting with a knowing I can’t escape.
I wrote of you with permanent marker on the chalkboard. It can never be wiped clean. I have to write over you, again and again, as It scrambles the clarity of each new word.
I do my wash in your well and can't get the smell out of my clothes. It's musty allure stings my nose with each inhale.
You left your potion on my nightstand, I’m addicted to its intoxication. Only your alchemy can produce such a brew. This detox is as fruitless as the indulgence, as this ambiguity cannot be cured.
The magnitude of you shrinks my size to nothing. When you wrap me in your vines, I am a giant who falls from heights.
The ground is where you catch me, and my climb begins again.
I keep running towards the day I left behind.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
No distance of feet
brings two minds closer
No truer a fact
exists than that
If the freedom flower rotts
What cold reality blumes
What could be left undiscovered
What more is needed to be seen
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
here now gone later.
its ***** right?
how can we live in the now if we are watching it be pulled right out from under us like a table cloth in a magic trick.
its to fast to enjoy but at least we think its worth it.
its gonna **** when the skin rotts from the last humans skeleton while their bones fade into dirt
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC