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Allan Mzyece Jan 2017
Her face is so pale, More virtual than real
She beats all high definition tech,
She is a four dimension object,
Her eyes are over 120 mega pixels;
She-sees right through a pervert's soul
Her mind is wide, but she is never kind
She'd rather be with me, than waste her time with the other guys
Her lips are roses that never die,
One kiss! just one kiss!
will make you scream "Mary Sixx!"
But sorry she does not believe in love
She has over a million goals to achieve
Besides you can never be her perfect guy
"Mary Sixx loves you" is a beautiful lie!
Because Mary Sixx wants, you to ******* Die!!!
Paris Adamson Aug 2011
Sick dreadlock disease
I am not much different
warmed by your baggage

The most elusive
you can’t love me with no heart
but the seeds still sprout

Up against the wall
charred and naked, you remain
hung like awkward Christ.

Met you at Metro
you told me you could love me
nerdy hipster ***

Blackened ***** thoughts
I ******* killed Nikki Sixx
just to lick your boots

Harangued by drunkards
don’t want a “**** up my ***”
but thank you kindly

Sit on ***** and spin
lustful carousel, how cute
rinse off daddy’s frown
B Young Feb 2015
The suburban housewives are all prostitutes.
Cuckoo CUCKOO cuckoo
Sings the cuckolded husband
Bury the demons in the backyard,
Jack.
Decomposing rotting souls
Enriching the soil
Get rich without any toil.

Step
Outside

A glance to heavens
From the floors of a forest
Reveals a distant star.
Symbolizing neither here, near or far
A twinkling image destroys the ego
Although in this here woodland
Anything goes.
I am the king.

The truth only goes as far as the rocks thrown
So I asked the reapers which way to go
Take a trip with me down memory lane
my past has no real pain.
And no thank you I would not like any fame
I really have nothing to gain but catharsis
So please don’t call me an artist.  

I learned how to read from Frodo
Potter got me through puberty
Infinite Jest is too long
They say the strong dont read poetry
Naked Lunch ravings from a ***** gone mad
Anything discussed on Oprah during brunch is just bad
Satre and Camus too absurd
Stephen King too frightening
David Sedaris too homosexual
Chucks Palahniuk and Klosterman too hipster
The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test for van wagon hippies
Lao-Tzu is too Zen
James Paterson and John Grisham are a waste of pen
The Perks of Being a Wallflower is too needy
Just begging to be loved
Like stupid Twilight
Ann Rice already got it right
Political books are for crooks
Self Help too pretentious
God Dillusion and God’s Not Great too scary
Romances are all wrong
Farces are all right
The Torah too infallible
The Gospels too life changing
Fear and Loathing, On the Road drugged tales disguised as art
Truth can be found in A Million Little Pieces
Lies found in the truths of our textbooks
Vonnegut is always too short
Woody Allen plays never long enough
Waiting for Godot left me waiting for an ending
The Big Book didnt work
Tweak is a ****** piece of work
Henry Rollins yells Get In the Van with a vein pulsating out his forehead while,
Nikki Sixx makes millions from a marketed selling of his soul
The Hunger Games are over popular children books
Did not stop me from getting hooked
A Brave New World is a reality
Dune a vision
50 Shades a pandering to public lust
The etchings left on my mind by Supertramp McCandless and Hesse will never rust
Edward Albee is everything you could ask a play-write to be
Harmony Korine just makes me envious
Even grand mom has the collected Carlin
Twain is middle school
Hemingway high school
Coleridge is college
Dostoyevsky too daunting
French books are too ****** french
Joyce too Irish
Kafka too German
The great American novels are comic books and tabloids

I get it life is both entirely ****** and perpetually beautiful.
One needn't to read to see
******, ******, in a dish.
How many needles do you wish?
Intravenous, Intravenous, take a hit and walk on Venus.
Unethical. Impeccable. Makes a brick wall wreckable.
You and me and Nikki Sixx,
Take those hypodermic sticks.
Shove 'em in and hold on tight,
'Cause this is gonna be a messed up night!
Turn your brains to sugar jam, now let's all walk to Junkieland.
Joel A Doetsch Feb 2012
I'm sitting here in this cold steel chair
I'm sitting here in this dim and dank room
My hands are tied behind my back
        with barbed wire.

You're standing over me with a rusted scalpel
You've cut open my chest
You are examining its contents

You make an incision into my heart
You stand back and watch
as blood spurts onto the grungy wall,
          creating sanguine portraits of you
                  in various states of undress.

                          I always told you I was talented.

You don't even notice.  Figures.

You scrawl notes into a battered notebook
about my state of mind.  You're trying to
figure out the formula or the equation to
explain my nature in a way you can grasp.

You smile that porcelain smile
You tell me you'll need to run
        just a few more tests
              
as you pull out a syringe
that would make Nikki Sixx cringe.

Look at that, I made a clever rhyme for you.

Of course, you don't notice.  You're busy
jamming that monstrosity into my neck.

You're injecting yourself into me so that
I won't ever be rid of you.  It's a black tar
that now fills my bloodstream.

You could have been a bit more gentle

My hands tug at the wire
causing blood to eagerly
spill to the floor

I pass out.

When I wake up,
    I'm naked and cold and alone
        I'm on the side of the highway
    I'm trying to hitch a ride
        as far away from you as I can.

You sewed a twenty to my ***

You always did have a good sense of humor
Work in Progress
Bret Desrochers Feb 2012
Sometimes when expectations are not met
It's usually cause of how high the bar was set
And how you treat me now, I will never forget
Cause sometimes I'm something you don't get

Where were you, when I needed inspiration
Work was always your sole destination
When I needed something to look up to
I never truly believed it would ever be you

I found it in the most profound places
With people who had the most recognizable faces
It only took Sixx seconds for me to realize
That the world is beautiful, though not in everybody's eyes

The shadows creep up ever so slightly
Now would be time for the lights to burn brightly
Can't expect what you want to be given
Gotta take what you can, if you can be driven

Where were you, when I needed inspiration
Work was always your sole destination
When I needed somebody to look up to
I never truly believed that it'd be you
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
Nathaniel R Horn Apr 2013
It’s Sixx AM
And I can’t help but think
Of all the love
Behind hard hearts
All the healing
Hidden in scars
All the angels
In devil horns

All of this good
Hidden under fleshy goo
Things that are immortal
Hidden inside mortal skin

Look underneath
Let the crust fall off
And light shine out
Let the world know
You are not your skin
Inspiration for the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYzT36DA0Rk
"Skin" by Sixx AM
Bret Desrochers Feb 2012
Sometimes when expectations are not met
It's usually cause of how high the bar was set
And how you treat me now, I will never forget
Cause sometimes I'm something you don't get

Where were you, when I needed inspiration
Work was always your sole destination
When I needed something to look up to
I never truly believed it would ever be you

I found it in the most profound places
With people who had the most recognizable faces
It only took Sixx seconds for me to realize
That the world is beautiful, though not in everybody's eyes

The shadows creep up ever so slightly
Now would be time for the lights to burn brightly
Can't expect what you want to be given
Gotta take what you can, if you can be driven

Where were you, when I needed inspiration
Work was always your sole destination
When I needed somebody to look up to
I never truly believed that it'd be you
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
WISEPENNY Aug 2020
THE ROAD IS BROKEN NO TIME TO FIX
IT WAS HI SHE CHOOSE THROUGH THE PICK U SIXX

TUFF CROWN THINKING THERE MUSIC WAS THICK
EVERY INCHPOCKET TOUCH GROOVY WHEN THEY MADE IT RICH

WEALTH F PEACE PASSAGE OF TIME HAS NO COUNTY IM BACK FROM MINE

ALPHA THE OMEGHA THE ONE KNOWING THE ROAD
THE RIDICULED THE SMACKED THE ONES CARRING ALIENATION PRIDE

TIDE CONFIDE SEEK THEN HIDE
WATER THE ROSES THEN USE SHAMES BEAR HIDE

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