"wrotten" poems
Thank you ~
for a life not to trade
blessings, in spades
tight spaces
behind laundry doors
packed closets
and open drawers
gator tails, tarnished brass
cracks in kitchen sliding glass
wet towels, withering plants
foundation filled
with carpenter ants
buckets piled with
shoes and tags
village clothes
and saddlebags
peeling paint
and broken walls
****** seats
in bathroom stalls
clogged pantry
frigid rooms
table scribe
and carbon fumes
comfort capsules
empty tanks
broken limbs
from children’s pranks
**** finger
double tongue
long goodbyes
and sidewalk dung
cluster flies
chavie’ clique
accompanying
the hypocrite
cracked back
and hidden smiles
chalk on board
with mr miles
atomic wedgies
closing doors
wrotten eggs
and open sores
jaw jack
nasty folk
dinner calls
for pig in poke
penny pinchers
double dip
yellow mouth
and silver tip
brown nosers
thick red tape
paper cuts
and pimple nape
gallivants
so out of norm
the joy of life…
in basic form
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Hipnotized
Suffering,smashing,sneaking
Kept all alone in the dark
Loosing power
without noticing
Pain,
Begging,pleasing,praying
To stop torturing
Falling to pieces
******
Smooth,sweet crime
Adorable feeling
Cold serial killer
Giving up for destiny
Blood took away his mind
He couldn't stop
This is new kind of ******
"Blood addiction"
Going nowhere but hell
The voice of thunder
hearing it rumble
Remaining,lasting,enduring
Immortal
Undying thoughts
Bringing death to life
Feel the earth moving
Like a earthquake
Didn't want to kill'em
Irresistible
Anesthetized
Under the soul of ghosts
Upheaval of a mad man
Let's play a game ?
Who **** the other first ?
Residual
Calling hell
Depressed , timeless
Percipient the lies
Wrotten, spoken
Buried with her owner
Secrets stayed secrets
Unknown and untold.
Forgotten memories
Neurogical
Died
Between past and present
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
You've always talked with lies,
But I really liked you a lot,
Already sinked in your blue eyes,
And your stale muscles, oh God.
Honey, let's walk down at the streets,
Watching at the cold sea which is just like my heart,
We can get as far as our feets
Can carry us, I don't mind to make our lives two work of art.
Look at these gloomy skies,
Let me know if you thought about me at least once,
'Cause when I look at the sun rise,
I clearly can see you in the smile of the sun rays dance.
I've fallen in love too much long,
And wrotten a lot of poems and songs,
But I still can't forget you,
No matter how hard I try to,
I can see you in the air,
I can hear you in the sound of my guitar.
I still love you a lot,
I still guess on a flower "do you love me or not?",
I really love you a lot,
And i just can't make it stop.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
My errant fingers
create two new words;
gentlenab
I find strangely ******
wrotten
I find strangely appropriate.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 4:11 PM UTC