"rts" poems
kids only see txt
they don't have any feelings
only the screens
of their smartphones
they only talk via tweets
RTs & "comments"
low poly skinhead cyberpunks
living in HD premium worlds
it's only diodes
that iphone ain't got no soul -
not like it used to be
it used to be real
they don't have feelings
it's just txts on screens
they dnt have feelings
they dnt hv any feelng
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
In{peace}ner
Yet again, I a(struggling)m to sleep,
Yearning for m(soul)y to keep.
Day by pa(day)ss with no remorse.
Death scouring the lands on his tire(horse)less.
There was Mar(First)cos,
There was Ka(Then)in.
De(coming)ath is for all of us,
As morale beg(wane)ins to.
Shots are fired in hot spu(sporadic)rts,
du(I)ck for cover as my shoulder hurts.
Blood flo(down)ws my arm as I grasp my gun,
I close my eyes as my comr(run)ades begin to.
I am paralyzed, planted in the ea(bunkered)rth,
My comrades car(me)ry as they flee.
I fig(sanity)ht, refusing to see my own worth,
As bullets fly by, in an endl(torrent)ess of maniacal glee.
The pain sears, racing through mi(my)nd.
Muscles, tissue, bone, to unw(beginning)ind.
Con(crosses)cern my comrade’s face,
As he looks at my pai(disgrace)ned.
Earth spews the gro(from)und to my right,
Launching us into the thick fum(air)ed.
I scream again as my pa(rears)in its roaring might.
My vis(fading)ion as my body lands on my earthen lair.
whi(Death’s)sper then did creep,
His bre(cold)ath in did seep.
I no pa(feel)in as I know its time,
To join m(mates)y, out here on the Rhine.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
Eloquence
doe(s) not always
conve(y) what
(M)ostly (pa)rts my mouth
remember
(t)he (h)eart is
reall(y)
the most
articulate of
all
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
everyone needs
to leave me alo
ne because it hu
rts me too look
at them and I d
on't know wher
e I am and the
bed reeks of s
ex and laundry
detergent and
when I die will
my hair be stra
ightened? mak
e up my own fu
cking lyrics and
cry a lot and c
ount my allies
on my fingertip
s when did eve
ryone start hati
ng me?? am I
going to hell? i
s this hell? mu
sic isn't beaut
iful anymore b
ecause of you,
you ******* fu
ck why do I ev
en bother with
you why did I
even talk to yo
u you were alm
ost as ****** a
s I am!!! I'm sca
red to stick it t
o the man
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
it was a beautiful day
out on the street
the kids are laughing
in the scortching heat
the sun is shining
down on the concrete
the children run around
in bare feet
the dogs chasing them
in the sprinklers
baithing suits and shorts
his and hers
the day is young
the sun is bright
nothing is wrong
and everything is right
the world of kids
what can go wrong
this day will be over
before long...
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
yeah, she laughs [*that's what got her <big>,, that laugh that breaks ricochetting h e a rts and puts three--month--old(s) to shame}
but her heel broke at four am on her way out your back door and her mascara hates rainy days (::and, oh, it was rainy.;;
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
stained with ink/lead/twists
words fill\lines\fill\spaces\fill
e mpt yh e a . rts::find home.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
When I was eight I learned to swim the hard way
my minuscule body flung into the deep end
like a leaf in the wind.
Falling without grace,
arms flailing,
eyes wide and my face redder than a cherry.
Kinda like falling in love with you.
Plunging head first drowning in your maple chocolate mocha latte ******* amazing eyes
like tree trunk spirals and rainy days and warm brownies on cold evenings
the fun of youth
I love
struggling to catch my breath with you
relying on the sweet oxygen exhaled from your lips when we kiss
the gross aftertaste of the food we just ate
but baby
I don't give a ****
Because when I'm with you my heart works in overdrive
your smile sends static shivers shooting sparks of awe through my body
like I've never felt before
even as I'm drowning
I've never been so alive
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
hea rts
lo ve pa in
and
yearn to learn
thro ugh
gri ef.
ple ase
for get
m y
shal low
lo ve
de ar
for I
cannot
.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
A
stray arrow
breaks the jagged
he💔rt
a
truarrow mend
the
two p💖rts
blind to the mind
is
the
captain kind
one never knows
the real foe
behind
the
bow.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC