"wuth" poems
I'm getting tired of writing
things on a piece of paper
and having them thrown away
to places i know very little about
THIS IS NOT THE POEM I ORIGINALLY WROTE
THIS ONE IS WORSE..
GOOD WORSE Xd
Love and lust
you and me
different sides
of the same coins
if she loves you like a poet
and f's you like a h
never let her go
and just so you know
i can be both
oh boy, your ***** could act like gasoline
soak me in it
and let your kiss start a fire
And ignite my skin
wherever you touch
Get some movement down there
won't ya?
in and out
slow and fast
smoother and rougher
just satiate the thirst you yourself
have created
'cause you're the only one who can
So, won't you be my artist?
and paint on my surfaces slowly
Or
Wuld you liker it better
if i took control
and doodled on your body
wuth my tongue as a paintbrush
With your raw material
and my lovely strokes
you could be a mster-piece you already are
I'll always carry you with me
haVE a copy-right
or why not brand you
with my name upon your chest
My touch,
your nakedness
My palm
Your hard drive
My lips
your lips
My smile
your ouch
My hand
Your skinwarm and wet
My legs
your thighs
Me driving
Your vehicle
We can take turns
you could
mold me
squeeze me
caress me
feed on me
devour me
completely
savor me
every inch of me
Electrify me
Tear through
all my layers
kiss my lips
both of them
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
the hour
(standing openly)
the writing of all wrongs
(making things
..............................clear)
reminding us again
that "growth"
means
.............................."natural change")
------
we need no KINg
..................................(or PRiest)
only KINship
..............wuth those KINd
every KID in KINdergarten
............................IS
master of
the FERTILE WORLD
of which he's
.................honor-bound
to speak
-------
humanity does "FALL"
across all
........................time-and-space
the whole world!
is the reflection
of
ONE FACE
and that ONE FACE
is both yours and mind
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SELAH
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
I wonder as you left the bar that was it a night of significance?
Has the booze made you blind to that which lurks in shadows ?
Have the lies led you to belive in something that is not real?
I wonder befor that pipe made contact what went through that untalented mind?
Such a silly fool the sound still plays in my ears like a beautiful
piece of music as you collapsed in the street.
The thud as I drove my boots deep into your ribs.
I wonder what thoughts escaped that now cracked skull.
Make me laugh now funny man!
The past has a funny way of creeping up on us.
No soil.
No grave.
I left you broken like a bottle to be
swept into the gutter wuth the rest of the
trash were were you belong.
RIP Gonzo
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
Deep wallowing sorrow shower upon me
It engulfs me with dejection as it slid from my body onto the ground
it listens while I scream my pain away.
I wonder if I will continue to live this way?
Walking through live aimlessly day by day.
Looking at life listlessly because I don't want to stay.
I gaze at the beauty of the gray sky
It comforts me with its beatific tears
As it falls within my eyes
And I cry ****** diamonds
Because I can no longer carry theses blocks of emotions that I incessantly stack.
Which is the reason why I often collaspe
And this heartack shatters my soul
As for picking up the piceces I've given up on that a long time ago.
I feel as if I'm wasting my time
Especially since my life isn't worth a dime
So I past the time by sleeping my life away
I mean what's the point of being awake when your existence doesn't mean anything to anyone anyway.
So I'd rather sleep my life away
No one wants me here
And I don't want to stay.
I often wonder what it must feel like to get run over by a train
The way it moves so swiftly is sure to drown one in excruciating pain.
Each passing day I swear I grow more insane
Why do I carry such terrible thoughts?
They ring so loudly in my ears
That I'm afraid they might leak
And everyone shall hear.
I do not care to love anymore
I've tasted it before
And I shuddered at the bitter aftertaste of misery
How could anyone enjoy this 'love' when pessimism is its company?
I'd rather recline in this reticient chair
And pluck life away tiny hair by tiny hair
I would gaze at the twilight
And recite a song for those whom, like me are unfortunate.
As for 'love' I desire no more
A spoonful of this substance had left my tongue with a scar.
The dark clouds have rained its smiles upon me
They tried to soak me with euphoria
But I evaded them wuth my umbrella of rejection
I think I avoid the feeling of happiness because I abhor the feeling of being forsaken
Because nearly every loved one I've treasured as most important have been taken.
But its more like I've lost them.
Til' my final resting day
I think I shall continue walking down my road with a stronger heart
For if I don't I will continue to live an abysmal life.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hey how's it goin
I miss you so much
My best friend
Every part of my being exploding with sound
In a silent room I keep it all in
Upheavles of my chest
Filling wuth air so I may scream more silently
Tonight I let myself miss you
My platonic life partner
Her other monther
My best friend.
tonigt I miss you
I will always love you.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC