"usefull" poems
Today, I want to sink my chest into yours.
Your heart pumping blood through my veins for a bit, mine doesn't want to anymore.
Let's trade.
I'll put my brain on ice.
Wash this skull cavity with some minty fresh chemical while my wrinkled pink mother board discovers cryogenics.
When I place it back Into my tingly, almost numb now, chemical washed head
I will still feel heavy.
I want to turn to a whisp.
Like the Night Elves in World of Warcraft.
A floating blue orb of energy
Just a spirit, weightless.
Let me live as electricity, like that spark you felt .
Like that spark they all felt.
Place me in the power lines so I can power houselights and televisions.
Let me be usefull for something again.
Don't convert my head though.
Keep that on Ice.
Better still, creamate
everything but my heart.
Let the ashes get caught
in carpets and drain pipes
Kept in little ziplock baggies,
Tucked in a wooden box,
Kept back seat of my mothers car,
So she can hold it once in awhile.
Until she parks her car in a bad part of town
And a homeless man breaks in
Doesn't steal the gps, or her wallet on the front seat,
But snorts me three hours later
Thinking he just hit the jack ***
That's where I want to be.
In the lungs of some car burglar
Where his addiction should have been,
coughing on my ashes.
He won't get my heart though.
Keep that frozen in a white room.
Smelling of copper, by a tray of tools,
Latex gloves and paper masks.
One day, thaw it out
bring life to someone.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Love is Evil
A scarfe can be usefull
Eyelashes begin at the mouth
A ********** is the breath of God
A bed is the only counselor
An advise is a curse
Legs first
A suicide lifts all hope
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
She's My World
My Happiness, My Bestfriend.
It Hurts Me To Read, All Her Poetry.
My Girlfriend is Wrong.
She Needs To Stop Believing Shes Weak, She iS Very Strong.
It Disappoints Me To Know How Low My Baby Thinks Of Her Self.
Worthless, Useless ?
She's Worth More Than Gold To Me!
Usefull In My Life.
My Girlfriend's The Reason i Changed My old Ways.
It Breaks Me Down To Hear
That Drugs Or Self Harm Is What She Seeks When Feeling Unhappy.
How i Wish She Chose Me As Her Replacement To Feel Happy.
My Baby Needs To Realize That There is A Way Better Road To Go Through.
My Girlfriend Needs To Stop
Putting Herself Down.
My Baby Needs To Start Believing Shes Somebody And Deserves
To Be Happy.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
You make me feel
Like i could conquor the world
Like there is nothing that could stand in my way
You make me feel whole
And unchallenged
Even in the face
Of great toils
And great misfortune
You are there in my mind
Pushing me to drive through whatever stands in my path
You are my consience
You guide me through life
Much like the streams that flow from the north
Guide the salmon across the abyss
And into their home waters
You are the light of my life
Much like the light of the sun
That rises and sets in continuity
With the stars that protrude from the undefined infinite
When im not with you
I do not exist
Because me without you
Isnt really me
Me without you
Is a shell of a man
And not in the way that a shell of a turtle or armodilo is;usefull
More like the way the shell...
Of a full metal jacket-30.6 rifle round is;destructive and unjustified
Me without you is the world without the moon
Neither can be without the other
I cannot be without you
I dont know how i ever faired without my fair lady
I dont know how i ever lived
Without the love of my life
And if i ever lost you...
I dont know if i would be able
to live again
I love you
There isnt really anything else to it
And i wish with all my heart that you feel the same
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
At the lite I watched an old but still usefull sports car.
There were twenty two years of cars behind this old sports car.
The last one sped by at the green lite.
We both watched a brand new april four twenty four 2013 mustang straight from the dealer leave the the green lite.
We knew Eventually it would catch up to and pass the old sports car up ahead.
When our green lite came I turned around and watched your son Brayden sleep
In his car seat.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
Prisoners on a planet
blue
fenced in, locked in
by a dream.
Makes no difference
if it's true.
Choice: Starve to death or
join the team.
Just one REAL big cell
but, OH!
what a view!
Incarcerated by see-thru
air.
H2O from the gods
in the sky.
Heat and light from a sun:
do not stare.
Gravity ******* so we,
can not fly.
No way to complain?
You may
grow your hair.
Listen to daft music
crank it up real loud
make the old folks quiver
appear cock-sure, so proud.
Ethanol for you livers
arrows for your stealth weapons: bows.
Just don't defy "The Givers"
Don't make a face.
Don't hold your nose.
Authority is the rule
There is NO such thing as cruel
All you learnt in FREEDOM school
(tiny jails for tiny fools)
How to use the "feed me" tools
(dunce hat corners, tiny stools)
Will be usefull in you futures:
Jobs!
Polluting, lakes and rivers.
PS:
Free swimmig pools.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
smoothing the wrinkles i think
of another time. how reasonably
priced they are, such a usefull item,
to protect the bed.
those that sleep there can
rest in the knowledge that
all is well covered, there will be
no shame, no hardship.
remember the days of rolling
an
old one down the stairs, tying
with ineffective string to await
the council collection.
reorder the thing, much better
now to protect your assets.
i tuck in the corners, and remember
that this is monday.
sbm.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
That is the essence of my perception. Vacant of potent content yet crammed with usefull reality unseen to the senses....light as the air I breath and vital.
A marvel of efficiency gone pointless and of no usefull purpose sans liquid content.
Shot out.
Disposable is the now once powerfull...full to brim plunger drawn back then expended all true purpose has been removed...a pointed entry,the desired effect achieved..please roll down your sleeve... nothing left but the sting and expectant transformation.
Wait....wait....what is the destination ? What is the answer...my story is finite to my surprise there will be no reprisal. All is a wash.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
Like last time
Rather be outside , forgiveness a must
But it must be, im not brave
Not scared but bars never bend straight
Trippy addida back on the record ,but for the record you use to say yes
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Cry in the dark , where the eyes cant see
See seas of stares ,fake cares, full house full of fools and that one girl in the yellow blouse , kinda cute
Kinda blue
Kinda new
Function funk , played for trippy ima go ona trip
Cry in the dark
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You use to, but is use to ,not like the use im use to
But i guess it's usefull ,truthful , told through lip gloss
**** glossy lips
Glassy eyes
Yellow blouse
You stick out
Kinda cute , but is through, we met
We meet ,its sweet ,dont sweat
eyes crept
Base in a rusted red revolver , shrink tell me im not crazy
Crazy bout a boat with her on it
Her like want it, want it but cant front it
Let's jump bus , stunt it
Hit ramp ,know what bumb it
Bunny hop jump on the cares, ima rot
Prime time
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Tell them I'm in a mood
A constant spiraling mood
******* me in deeper and deeper
Not even wanting to admit to myself
The intensity and severity
The more I try to climb out
The harder the fall
Neer completely escaping
But momentary relief
My own silence deafening me
My mouth dry, empty of word
My heart, empty of anything usefull
Just letting myself freefall
Further and further
It's easy for everyone to not notice
The quiet girl in the corner
Screaming for help
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Chaste scars, found on the fallen,
From green to grey to brown blending,
melding with the ground,
eventually become a mound.
Breaking down, the broken giants, who
still live in another form, to make shelter
from every storm for
those who need a home.
If I could be this useful, even after my purpose,
has been at an end and fruitful, bird perches,
hidden burrows, safe and warm and dry,
then lay me on the surface, leave but cry,
Not a tear to drop,
as it may speed the rot,
and nothing will find in me,
a home, a suitable place to be
at rest.
Maybe for eternity.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
I at my end again
The reason that once worked are no longer usefull
When rivers and streams have no meaning
Behind the eyes of a child in the storybook talk of the ages when the time of a soul in midst of a dream never ever.
I waste so much time... The run out and run on
The reasons will never satisfy anyone.
Im sorry that nothing will ever
Be as a drop
It a shift a radical
Be good enough
Humanity thrive by light of the moon and all those dark rooms where beings sat and remember childhood
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
You are fine alone ,
Listen to me ,
You are fine alone ,
You don't need anyone ,
You have taken care of yourself from the very beginning.
These laughs ,
Smiles ,
Feelings,
Are all **** to you ,
Until and unless
You learn to hide your tears .
Trust me ,
You are fine ,
You are fine by yourself buddy .
These gloomy nights will make you strong enough to bear your weight .
You proved to be usefull to others ,
But they ?
No you are more than enough for yourself .
I hope you reach your destination
**** your own destiny
Write one , with your own hands
With the blood gushing in your body ,
being your ink
With the nail being your pen tip.
And if you want to erase the things which your wrote ,
Cry ,
Cry ,
Just Cry your heart out ,
Let the tears mix and erase those writings.
The tears that you shed today will quench your thirst in future .
It's all fine being alone ,
As long as you are being just yourself .
One day will come when nothing will hurt you anymore ,
Everything will become an afterthought .
You will become friend to the person in the mirror .
Love yourself
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 12:11 AM UTC
something came dreadful
claimed lifes blindfull
it is neither seen or punishible
it remain untouchable...
we claim our weapons are powerfull
but none were usefull
its so much shamefull
still we claim ...we are powerfull
even vaccines are not preventable
meanwhe million lifes taken by invisible
our lifes are now questinable
its so much painfull to say we are powerful
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC