"spead" poems
Facebook thank you for connecting me with the people from my past
For unleasing the jelouse side of me being stuck and others passing through
Thank you for making me see that dreams are slow but safe careers are for every one. I mean I don't wanna work at the mines but all my past is over there taking salfies expressing joys and progress
Facebook I check you everyday yet I gain none from you
In a world I live in all is difficult to achieve
So I'm putting a smile on my face showing teeth that have been brushed
Taking a selfie of myself looking beautiful, instead of worried and scared ill post it and get liked for a while
Facebook you beat all buying you roll out the desires and never spead next to ideas
So ill post my self and pretend
I'm doing that for my selfie
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Dear Adam,
Guess what?
All I have of you is an iPod.
It's filled with your songs
It's filled with your thoughts.
I was in your room
i peered insid a box
I was hoping to find something
but you didn't keep much
Not your ****
or your pipe
or your old secrets
I don't understand maybe we wanted to keep it.
I see nothing of you
this is not your room
you didn't live here, I can't tell
It smells like you and your picture is all over
Your blue painted walls
the room is getting older,
There was a bag of razor blades but I don't know what they're form.
I felt kind o awkward in there sitting with your mom
maybe i wanted to kiss you
before you left
or tell you you were cute
you knew nothing of my heart
and I knew so much from yours
Im torn.
Being in this room makes me squirm and feel all wrong
you left us in the middle
of a new found fairy tale.
You were no prince and I was no princess
but I didn't want that all quite yet.
I wanted you to know, all the things I wrote ini my heart
but you being here to hold my hand and ill say thats a start.
Sometimes I think you'll come around
you'll say you didn't go
you'll say you panicked and got lost
but really it was a joke.
I know its not true
I know I'll never see you
They found your body
They found your car
you were still hot
because you went so far.
now I'm here with your ashes in my bag,
feeling absolutely mad
knowing that I didn't help,
that you cried for me and I couldn't do
what i needed to.
You are gone and i am here,
Ill spead you out here and there.
your dust will flow for a thousand miles
ill float you in the sea
ill flow you in my favorite rose bush
and under your planted tree.
It's funny how it ends so fast,
how people can be gone.
How drugs can make your mind possessed by heartless hopeless thoughts.
It's wired how I can't hold you,
or tell you how I feel.
I wish i could have yelled at you enough for you to stay here...
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
With nine iron rods
We held the gods
Balanced over jam jars
Then with nine iron bars
We broke those jars
And kissed the gleaming
Crystal knives left behind
Later we spead
Their essences on pumpernickel bread
We were glad when their folly
At last rested in our bellies
In the confusion
Of our purpled splintered mouths
We smiled
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
Take 1 miserable childhood
Mix with 2 parts of
Insecurity
1 part people pleaser and a
Dash of perfectionist.
Simmer for 10 years occasionally stirring in
****** assault.
Let cool.
While early years mix are cooling prepare the
Relapse filling:
In a large scarred heart mix together nightmares and
Fear of failure. Slowly stir in temptation followed by a pinch of apathy.
to assemble:
Spead the early years mixture across the bottom of an empty soul and top with the relapse mix.
Sprinkle lack of support and triggers along top.
Serve immediately and regret...
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
The princess spits on the king,
Lying and ******* as much as she sings.
Her daft sticky package sliding 'cross
walls of cold expensive rocks;
She's that goat's toungue on a saltstick,
she's the rain on Ayer's rock.
White and pretty, tall and lonely
Aryan treasure fills her pleasure form:
one light life, of cruel dominance only
slipping between crack and follies
of sex-bound human bodies.
For now we are slime faces,
hidden chef d'œuvres of the waiting.
Today sewer crud, tomorrow
flagships of tall institutions.
Right now, the cold bitter lonely nights
safe of any example, safe of any fright.
Tomorrow the fables maybe;
plastic posters selling out,
while rabies spead and hunger shouts
from yet smaller mouths.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I bought a one way ticket to you
but half way there i found out you didn't want me
and all i wanted was for that god **** train to turn around and go back
but the train was already going full spead ahead
so now here i am sitting on this train begging for a way to get off regretting ever getting on in the first place
but the only reason i want to come off is because i know what's coming at the end of these tracks
i thought that maybe we'd take a different route and everything will be okay but it's not
i've already bought my one way ticket to you but you've hoped on another train going the opposite direction
i run up and down the train trying to find an exit
maybe we'll pass another train i can jump onto
but when the next train passes and i can't do it
because i know that all i want is you
i've bought my ticket and there's no going back
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Call out the demons, rearrange the seedlings
Commentaries read to command
Spead out ****** it's the doing of ones hands
Shift slits in steely aperture wholly fail to capture
Awake from your nap now sir.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
dancing on my tippy toes,
staying silent
never smiling
crystal tears
broken hearts
dancing on my tippy toes
i can not speak, my voice is lost
i can not smile, its wiped away
i always cry, why do i always cry?
this love broke my heart
dancing on my tippy toes
because the shatterd glass all spead out
on the cold, tiled floor
dancing on my tippy toes
who knows?
getting pricked, poked and impaled by the glass,
downing whats in my flask
its just my way to mask
whats left of my broken heart
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
what am i i look like just a scare
what am i to you in this world
every night i uncover my scares that cover every inch of my body
i feel like a scarey monster every morning
my body is tourn ripped slashed and scared
i dont know if i should look at my reflection
i cant hide for ever run from fear
people cant even look at my face with out just looking at my slashes down my face
i know i am here but i have fear of what will happen to me
im not afraid to show my self out in public
but i have my own doubts of whats next aft my silence turns violent
what do need to say to you when you just looked at me
you spead lies of hate.
you were my friend who turned on me
i walk alone with my headphones turned all the way up
i know you never ment to hurt me so
im leaving you to start over to start new
my voice maybe quiet but i have big heart who could never hurt any one
even if you burgt me behind my back
maybe its just time for me and you to separat till
till the day ends
then we could brake the silence you have mad along your dream ill never be mad
accident and trust issues happen
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
"Honey honey honey honey"
You say that like it means nothing
Just the same as you said "sugar"
Spead it all over til it's dulce ******
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
It takes one to spead love.
It takes one to spread hate.
Except, love always win in the end.
It takes one to share.
It takes one to care.
Except, these qualities are missing in many.
Did they ever learn the message?
If you hate yourself on the inside.
Love has no chance to get in.
Not even in the heart of a friend.
Who isn't looking to be your enemy.
Accept love.
Let it in.
And watch your world of life begin.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
I'm scared
It's in my dna
They always say that
'You'll turn out just like her'
Thats the road i'm heading down
A twisted fate almost a curse
I'm afraid and i've starting believing
Every word they said
Like a disease
I let it spead
My mind became a ball of bad thought
Repeating everything they said
I'll turn out like her
A mother who doesn't remember having kids
A person who tries to find themselves
At the bottom of a bottle
Smoking away everything thing she found happy
A mother who forgot
Her own daughters birthday
After all turning into her
It's in my dna
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC