I’m alone, with smoke and bottles.
With an itch around my neck,
my feet kicks off the bench.
Surrounded by darkness,
a figure has come to jest.
“Did you do your best?”
I try to shake my head “No.”
I look at him whilst my feet kick, longing for the ground.
Lighter by the second,
I silently scream, “No. No. No.”
With knowing eyes,
the angel sighed,
raised his scythe, ready to chastise.
Although red, my eyes see the light.
But wait, this doesn’t feel right.
Mr. Reaper had nothing to do with me tonight.
My back felt the cold of the floor.
I’m dying no more.
The ancient one cut my rope.
“Don’t.” he says to me.
“Promise me, try to live.”
But I see him nightly.
got a condo in manhattan
but it's empty unless i want to be
cold in the winter
and alone; comfortable
used to call an old flame up around that
area and just vibe
no words, pure concentration on
the movements of our energies
and how they connect to the stars
above or maybe we were just high
out of our minds and being warm
next to each other watching the rain
was something we both could take
home with nostalgic feelings
silence so comforting and numbing
When I think of you,
I can't help but think about
your sleepy voice
telling me "good morning"
the way you took my dogs in
and spoiled them like your own
the way you calmed my fears
and beat my demons into submission
the way your skin always radiated
a warm, angelic glow
the way you fought for me
til you had nothing for yourself
the way you loved me so hard
you almost had me loving myself
the way you built me up so high
to knock me down later
but most importantly,
when I think of you
I can't help but think
of all those last chances you gave me
you were the best thing
that ever happened to me
and thinking about you is killing me, but I know that you would make me regret contacting you. But I want to hear your voice more than anything
She treats me bad
She's still the best I've ever had
vain fluff, temporary garbage
954 pieces of trash is too much
to pick up
let the most dazzling of sunlight
and cool shade get along in peace
let the blue fat flies settle on the miles
of back alleyways full of dumpsters
veiled threats from anonymous faces
who are apparently experts in poetry
let it all rot under a gibbous moon
do others here get trolls sending mean
messages and comments? or is it just me :(
from the rose under her nose
a cloud of smoke made its escape
**** girl where you from, i asked
planet of the vapes?
a slow and hateful eye roll
traveled across the room
your jokes are the worst you know
you’re lucky that you’re cute
I'm my own worst critic:
I think my 'work' is good.
Why do I stick to it?
Because I'm sure to think I'm good.
It's the best I can offer
All I have to proffer,
I know why I bother,
I quite enjoy my own poet's corner,
Which for me is a sanctuary;
In which to spend a stolen private moment
From a day tending to my children
And retaining gainful employment.
I'd like to tell a story
of the worst tasting shrimp
I've eaten this eternity.
It's hard to separate the shell from its meat,
when they seem to go as one
like those words thrown in that beat.
It's gets even harder to swallow,
especially with water draining
out from you in the mellow.
to pour your heart, your soul
the parts of yourself that
could break you,
into something that is not so much of a thing
but instead a piece of your very
and have it turned down,
how do you recover
from such a loss?
am i talking about a breakup or publishing my poetry??
I wish you understood as much as you think you do
Maybe then I wouldn't break down quite as much
You know what happened, the baseline of my insanity
But I want you to know how I feel towards the boy who dropped me, my ex-best friend, and the one I'm in love with
I want you to understand
everything that's going on in my head
The way it spins when I remember the details of last weekend
The way it pounds when I see them together
The way it screams when the same thing happens to me over and over again
But how could you understand
If I'm being honest, I don't even understand myself
I don't know how to prevent my sob fests
I'm not sure why I let it all get to me
But I do
It eats me from the inside out and I know I can't be the only one
So why do I feel so alone?
Throw a punch,
Shove me around,
Cut me deep.
Physical pain is better than emotional
You can't fix what's throwing your body off guard with a **** band-aid
It'd be easier to fix a bullet wound with one
This generation is so messed up
Everyone's hurting and nobody's willing to help
It takes a tv show for people to realize that there are others hurting more than you
And everyone's first reaction is to be mean, to tear you apart
I just can't stand it anymore
Don't tell me it'll be different
That only time will tell
I've heard it a million times and it's all a big lie
The same thing will happen over and over and over again
Like a broken record, if you even know what that is anymore
She's always going to bully me
And the fears always going to be with me
He's always going to treat me like I'm nothing
And I'm always going to let him
She's always going to stab me in the back
And I'm always going to pretend like I don't notice
And ten years from now I'll look back and realize that I was right
The same thing happened again and again just with different faces
I miss her
I need him
I crave you
I just want unconditional love and a decent nights sleep
Is that really too much to ask?
Took a dive, head first
From the thirst, I could drown at worst
I thought, hell either way Im cursed
Hit the gound, head first
As free as it could be
In souls I was immersed
My history was reversed
Now to the twenty-first
Still falling, still cursed
In the belive to be free
We forgive everyone but overselves
Makes sense if you think about it
We're our own worst enemy
Lord, let them see me as a fool
If only You’ll undo me
Take pride and self and rights away
But beckon me come to Thee
If failing is what humbles me
If falling is what breaks me
Then let me fall and fail and faint
Just come, possess and take me
You are the One my soul desires
There is none other for me
So bring the storms, the trials, the woes
For in those best I know Thee
You see the pain my heart requires
To mold and make me like Thee
So send the fires which please You most
I will not fear what strikes me
I trust Your goodness and Your grace
They shall not ever fail me
You hide my life safe in Your grasp
Though hell’s worst fiends assail me
You’ve chosen me as Your own child
A treasure ‘cause You found me
You’ve named me Your beloved bride
With glory You’ll soon crown me!
A 'cuse me?
I lie, eh? I know the way, but let me be the one
to wonder why
would I lie,
read or listen or look or stop when al you can do has been done
al read y
to catch a breath
Up ag'in the wall?
If Dunning Kruger is all they got to throw,
you know what
you know, wrong ain't evil,
lying ly real calling right wrong is something only
a left hand wishing to make some noise
clap clap clap, and **** Feynman
on the bongos
backing us up with a little James Dean ditty from
the Naked City
Times change, reality may be
de or re ift
in a rich man with a satisfied mind.
(if you'd only known.) Take another question?
chew and swallow and wait,
this will get your guts grinding reasons
the frontal cortex always gets
chirality inhibitions about letting the right hand
do anything the left can't imagine.
You know how it is. we get by.
Equality of out comes as I pondered what a good person with Dunning Kruger would respond to being when outed by a *** professing peace is beyon a kuna mootada. Y'know fun to write, fun to read, or your stupid id.