"thoat" poems
You shouldn't have told me the truth
Because now I know
How you feel about him
I shouldn't have listened
Or questioned
I wanted to hear
"Yeah I don't really think about him like that anymore"
"I was never into her, my mind was all about you"
I wish that I could take it all back before you said 'I love you'
Before I spoke
Before you both confided in me about how you felt
Not about me
But each other
So here my heart lays
Shattered
Cold
And still
Me scraching at my thoat,
Wishing I never spoke
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
slaying playing
member of the ******** clan 4life
hashtag no life
wannabe motar so i can potar
******* trying to motar boat
punch em in thoat
picken them little kids with thee
HEY I GOT SOME CANDY
work everytime and i always say evrytime
*** baker4life
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Ah wuz lookin oot o' mah winder and ah saw this lad
wi' a barry wee lassie gaun' up the hill.
-Wair the **** d'ye think you're gaun tae? ah yells oot.
But the daft ***** didnae answer at aww,
must've been oot o' thir ****** heids wi' E's or summat,
d'ye ken what ah'm tellin' ye,ye daft radge?
-Wair ye're ******* going? ah yells a couple mair times
and finally the gadge yells back to ays,
-Up the ******* hill tae fetch a pail o' ******* watter,
me Ma's hud her fuckin' taps turned oaf by the fuckin' Corporation,
which is a ******* pain in the erse ah had ter agree.
I realised ah knew the wee **** Jack but,
eh wuz an auld classmate of ays and eh's hung oot wi' ma brar n me,
when we wuz bairns oan the Scheme,eh?
-That's a bonny wee lassie ye've goat wi' ye, there Jack, ah yelled,
thinking ah'd nae kick her oot o' mah scratcher
withoot gi'ing her a guid ride.
Ah huvtae sey ah recognised hir as a wee ****
called Jill from the Scheme, a right tidy wee ride
in mah opinion wi' a guid little ***** on hir, as ah recall.
-Mind ye're own fuckin' business, the **** yells back at ays,
takin' the pail in yin hand and the hoor's wee hand in the other yin.
Ah can tell ye ah totally pished meself wi' laughter
when the pair o' they wide ***** fell doon,
Jack breakin' his fuckin' croon n the groond,
ah'm sure he nivver meant it tae happen,
'n eh mustae squashed his ******* bawws
as eh fell doon n aww from the wey he screamed oot,
but the wee lassie cam tumbling doon the ****** hill n aww,
heid n **** oor her fuckin' erse
'n ah could see she wasnae wearin' any ****** *******
'n her ***** was on display under her skirt.
Ah wouldnae expect anything else from a wee hoor,eh?
-Dinnae worry, ah'll com and help ye, ah called oot,
but when ah goat thir, both o them wis deid,
ah thoat o' gittin mah hole wi' the deid lassie n aww,
but you shouldnae dae that, it's no respectful tae wimmin,
'n eywis, the polis might trace me through the DNA,
those ***** are clivvir 'n aw, ye ken.
So ah contented mesel' wi' rummidging through the poakits
o' the lad's jaykit tae see if eh hud ehs payment from the Joab Centre,
but the daft **** mustae spent it aww on a boatil or two o Grants,
ah ken ah'd hae done the same mahsel'.
And there wasnae a penny in the lassie's purse,
so ah thoat ah'd jus' **** oaf doon the ******
'n ask some **** tae call the hoaspital and the ****** polis.
Eh?
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Your body, is a story for me
The story tells me
We've all been through something
And it hurts and it stings
But with struggle comes strength
-as cliche as it is-
Connecting your beauty marks with my finger tips
my lips on your soft but thick skin
deep smells, deep spells
Intertwined with love and compassion
*** and lust
smelling scents that are addicting
your noises, my reactions
so addicting
So dreamy
Is it true?
Who cares-
Scared and frightened
But its a breath of fresh air
Because I've been craving and wanting
someone who responds
You're there
You're human
We're intertwined
With a ring around my neck
Cross your fingers, hope to love
Slit your thoat, with hope
Whatever disease you have, you catched me
And its truth
I feel for you
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
I was a soldier of Rome
and my thoat is now split open
Split it was by a Gaul
Fighting to destroy the Republic.
I hope the earth is nourished by my blood
And life grows from it
For so much has been lost
In this senseless slaughter.
Do they not see the light of Rome?
Civilizations luster?
We bring fire to the shadows of the world
To cast them aside, tear them asunder.
Our cause is just, our will cannnot be stopped
The world shall be roman
We bring justice and order!
My sword may decorate the ground
And my armour my lifeless body
Behind me marches the strength of legions
From it ten more will take my place
For victory! For glory!
I was a warrior from Gaul
Sixteen springs alive
Cut down in my prime
To defend my home
From Rome´s thrist for land
They come forth from beyond the mountains
A ravenous, barbarous horde
They loot, and **** and pillage
Torching everything they touch
Can they not see our life is just?
And it is peace, not man, who governs this grooves?
We live, we love, we grow
They tend to their business and we to ours.
Yet they now come
And my body may give life to the forests
And from the forests forth shall spring my brothers
To **** For victory and glory!
I am a crow
I shall feast on them both
Life shall indeed spring forth
The maggots
The flies
And many, many more of us.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Waiting for something,
i'm sitting with myself
and waiting
some words,
like sunset or sunrise,
like words that means changes,
changes in my life,
in my soul.
i'm sitting with myself
and think about god,
devil,
angels and
demons.
i think that one side must
finish this thoat,
finish
this poem,
like one day
goes to another
and never be the same
again.
but it never happens...
all is the same:
pain,
love,
anger,
hunger
and this poem,
that i'm writing,
is the copy of a copy
of last poem that i write in
2009.
i'm sitting with my self,
but another one does not speak
to me, - i think he is tired too...
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
Hardwood floor pushes pressure points into the meat hanging off the bones of ribs and hips
Lifelessly staring over head, the false elagant propeller twirls
Attempting to make this over priced shoebox seem exqusite
Tassles on a silicone breast, spinning as the cockroaches crawl up my back
Gag on this sick joke, you gladly will
Is this the pipe dream, perfumed reality masking societies sweat
All that the populous aims for?
A self depreciating laugh
I
Raw eardrums are about to burst
Tearing into nothing, twisted words set off burning fireworks
Death rage fights, moronic blame, victims in our own heads only we're right
Neither could we ever be wrong, just wronged we make ourselves the prey
Fire in the vains over wet brained illusions, stories made up on the spot
Enshrining the chip on that shoulder
I Hate
City teeth a chalk smile, missing a canine seems all more harmlessly passive, the defanged vampire
The beast lays in wait licking it's chops thirsty for all it can take
Bare your thoat be the willing meal
Let it **** you dry, why not?
I Hate This
Fret and flutter running loose on a lost dime
Calm, cool, collected, yeah right
Lies, storming rage under too thin skin till it bursts at the seams
Lava pouring till everything's gone
"Life's what you make it"
Spoon fed hogwash to make us feel it's our fault where we end up
Dreams held in front of our faces
Treats on a stick, can't reach it but it keeps you going
Till legs break, lungs cave, and your will is snuffed gone to the gutter.
I hate this ****
I think bugs are creeping around in my pores, in the stitching of my clothing, each individual focal of hair, running rampage in the creases of my frontal lobe.
**** I Hate This ****
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
Lights flicker lamentfully leaning left. The metallic groan of the ship echoes through its chasms. It travels swiftly growing soft as it ventures further into the depths. The crash of waves ceaselessly chanting like an old drinking song. Cargo shifts suddenly straining against its restraint. The dank and damp deck is desolately decorated. In the dim light shadows torture the imagination with visions of fantastic nightmares and beautiful beasts. A violent stop sends you reeling backwards. You’re stomach fills with lead as you reluctantly climb to your feet. The door cracks open to reveal hollow eyes. As the door widens you are greeted by a devilish grin belonging to a devilishly handsome fellow. He exstends his hand but not in offering. No, this was a sinister demand. With shaking hands you sacrifice two golden coins to his strong hand. He grins and holds the door open for you with grandeur. Your breath catches in your thoat. Fear strangles you silently spreading though your body. Paralysis plagues you presently playing with your mind. But this is no time for fear. This is time for peace. So with closed eyes and baited breath you pass through the door and into eternity.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I reached for my phone today
Wanting to tell you everything about nothing
Emptily expressing the deepest details of the ghost between us
Gift me your crescent ear one moment longer
A last call of slurred desperate expression
Forgive me
Drag me out of the bottle
Beat the intoxicants of father from my blood
Show me strength in separating the curves of blurred lines
Spread the gospel of the broken glass ripping at my thoat
Hoping to manufacture and disassemble yesterday
Drowning never felt so everyday
2,920 days of stories fractured under tongue and cheek
Placate my disgusting necessity for reassurance
Crash the god **** plane already
Zero gravity won't lift the weight boy
The blackbox may hear your desperate pleas
There will be no response
8 years of practicing crash landings
I reached for my phone today
How does nothing feel like everything
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
I stand alone
opposed
against all odds
against my world
against my God
I am alive
I coexist
among city-slicks
and dolled up *****
I didn't sign for this
You can miss me with
that "calling me a victim" ****
I don't need your ******* sympathy
because I value voice and opinions
brewing under a chokehold throat
I was taught to let em know
lay it at em cold
and most will loathe it homie
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Could not even **** myself the blood that would have pourd i could not even clean. Cut my thoat an leave me lay, hip hip hurry everyone would say.
The wife come home there is no sound what would she have done? Keep the kids outside, please dont let them see my lifeless limbs. hang from me mangled on the ground Bleeding so profound. Let me die in peace i say lead my kids away.
Do not let them see the pain i do today where my life is worth more when i lay kife to my throat let me pay for life is worthless anyway
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC