"scarmbled" poems
he got some bad blood
running up his veins
he got some wolf teeth
tearing up that lace like that
he got some soft lips
kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions
he got himself a real nice face
smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup
*the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face*
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Life comes and goes
The person you are now could be someone that everyone back then would walk right past and never even know
You could take your compass heart north and let it lead you for the better
Or you could go down south and let it tear your very name up, letter by letter
You could choose the love of your life
or the love of the night
That would be gone by the next day
And you woke up alone wondering why you just didn't stay
You keep walking, hoping that your family is still where you left them that day
But you forgot that the letters that made up your name aren't what they used to say
And maybe they would take you back with open arms
Maybe they would give you the love you forgot in the midst of your own ocean storms
Maybe they would tell you the jokes you missed out on while you were shipwrecked and your compass broke
Maybe they would remember your name and help you rebuild it even though the last letter is barely hanging on, like a tattered edge of a rope
Life always gives you a choice, it's not just one or two.
There's numerous paths to go on, what're you going to choose?
Are you going to let a town beat you down until you aren't you?
Or are you going to overcome the obstacles and make it out alive and see this battle on through?
And your
Name was always known
Though, who's to say the letters make any sense
How can we fix the way you willingly let your ship get
Overthrown?
No, our hearts are passed being punched and kicked
You can't Unscramble this
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
with a door set forth
it lay open in his mind
with his hand he waited
it never opened to his eyes
fantasy rules in our heads
when inaction enforces tyranny
upon mortal hearts and souls
dying with every blink
we are just mortal yes?
why do we think actions will fail
when no one will remeber them
they fade as everything does
Live life to breath
And breath to live
My the devil take his hand
From out of my scarmbled brain
So I may choose
With a new foucus to fuel me
I will not be bogged down
By my missed opportunities
all because I am blind
to everything real in front of me
i was living in my head
never outside it
for it was safe...
it was...
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC