"stucking" poems
I am the one who was thrown out of hell.
The sins that I committed,
Here, my silence gonna tell.
Listen, you dear people,
Nothing in my life was ever simple.
Cursed being a birthmark,
I have been falling over a deep dark.
If it's in my heart or in my mind,
I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned.
But wait, I am actually a sinner,
Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner.
Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes,
It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies.
For so many years, I heard my own screaming,
But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing.
Sinner,
For heaven, not designed
From hell, left behind
And this earth rejected her for mankind.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
when i spill smiling lips i cluster them on yours lady you lady you, like pearls and wine, you are bones deepest and i like you and i play you. i play such tunes as on your hips i tap them lightly with my finger tips i tap a little orchestra on that hard pretty straight blade of bones you have stucking so elegantly out that pale and warm pool of flesh. you creature are a moment exploding and you lady are a star; fallen roughly in my eyes you sparkle blinding me before steps i stumble up them to you Heaven.
(and U don't kno it(but i do) )
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
I'm stuck in my thoughts
They keep rewinding
A broken record of memories
Forever destroyed
A never ending playlist
None of the good
Only that bad
I want to forget
But this track is stuck on repeat
And there's no un-stucking
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC