Get over it as they say Killing off, cutting off the dead limbs The misery, the pain Burning down the village of the damned Taking everything I deserve Worked harder than I care to admit For nothing at all Big ass smile, fucking let down Watching the flames burn higher and higher The stench more than anyone can handle Move the fuck away from me Haven’t you ever seen someone Trying to kill themselves for your pleasure?
Face down… ass up… looking for the sun…
I know because I’ve heard before Thought I could hide my intentions For eons I’ve done nothing right A promise I couldn’t keep Lies stitch together my very soul God was right they’re all destined to fail How could I, a fallen angel, have not known Jealousy courses through their veins Hate and anger a diet they must consume No one ever pauses to question Who creates something so awful and calls them their children? A beaten corpse with no name Resurrection after resurrection same every time Broken prophecy filled with truth False hope fills my soul An answer I’ll never come to understand
At the end of days everything will be much of the same… only different…
Through the darkness I can see the future Much darker than now Who am I to complain Existence is existence None the less Bitching my way to death A threat left empty handed What the hell else was I to do To live is to die Same as it ever was A broken promise left on paper Digital age took over So I guess I really am all alone
It is starting to get warmer here in hell… and fuck I hate it… going to have to go back to writing in the nude… it doesn’t help the ideas flow but it doesn’t stop them either… I hate the heat… can only strip down so far… haven’t found away to strip away my flesh… well I mean I have but I’m going to need some help… In the mean time all I am left with is to suffer… same as it ever was I guess… No idea where I was going with this… the sweat is getting in my eyes and I can’t think… that feeling when that one bead of sweat runs from your armpit and down your side… shiver… bring on the ice age already… it is too hot to make any sense…
A bloody feeling touching finger tips Hints of a reason Scene of the crime A broken heart with no life Stabbing pains in my side What has it been Days, weeks, months I don’t care The thought only grows A sick feeling inside my head If only I could I know that I would Desperation and a fucked up feeling Tell me one more time So I can remember Slipping through the cracks Concrete floor never felt so soft Until they left me bleeding on the floor Death rattle shaking A cold wave washes over everything
Scratching at the surface only to dig deeper
Bleeding under the stars Isn’t any different than not Feelings become lost In so much shit Said I cared when I didn’t Said I didn’t when I did I’m a confused asshole What do you want me to say When no one believes me any way Rats will rule this world Becomes okay, is ok Past tense so subversive Predictable predictions on how this would be I missed the boat, yeah that’s me Digging a grave at sea
One for the money… Two for the turn around and go home…
Worn down after the years of abuse The teeth tell a story Buried in the concrete Age not in the thought But in the heart Taking what is left Buried upon the surface Paint the blood on your skin Drying along the scars A map of your abuse Screaming obscenities Words that remind me of you What it means I don’t know What it does I don’t know How it feels How it ever was Drowning in the thoughts Pouring out of the skin Pressure releasing all the lies Tell me one more time How you’d like to watch me die
Someone is always better
Slipping down a path made of sin The piss feels like rain from here Choking to keep throwing up It isn’t hell if it is home It isn’t hell if it is all you know Jamming it down my throat to see how it feels Stuck, shifting gears into another thought The mud isn’t dirt but shit Drowning in a sea of all of this Asked for forgiveness but only wanted a reason Thought I was full of nothing Come to find out I just have too much to say The lines blend together when you line them up Broken threads in a stream of consciousness It isn’t hell if it feels like home It isn’t hell if it is all that I want to know Fucking useless conclusion A feeling I lost looking into the abyss Staring into nothing along A deep dark hole made of deceit Love the feeling even if it only brings need
“All you ever do is write.” “Correction… all I want to do is write… there is a difference…” That didn’t go over so well… so I’m off to spend time with my family… Black Yoshi going to paint ever track with your blood… game on ladies… : )
Singularity symptom of a crime Punishment for a sin I’ve yet to commit Self-sacrifice is a selfish mind set Always been about the team Smile and take it deeper The pain is only for a moment Spread over a life time It goes away The pretense of the present Set in stone, etched through the blood Of the words laid out in front of me Living an excuse of an existence Watching everything from my digital screen I’m starting to see what you mean By myself in my selfishness Always been true I just wasn’t listening The sad song you’ve been playing all along A demon chant with too many thoughts Present my case to a jury made of my peers Worthless thought stolen from a god Jesus had a point when he said I’ve died for your sins Words shoved down my throat A long shaft, do not complain Be more like me Be more whole Be everything you were meant to be Be all that was ever said Just fucking be So easy as you take the steps Heavy footed fucking foot print Left in the sand Lay more down on me I can take more as long as I’m still breathing
All Mixed Up
Obsessed with the obsession of death Constant reminder that I’m still alive The synapses of your encephalon is more Than I could handle Smoke so thick they call it a fog But we know what it really is The fumes of your shit consume me Body and soul Choking down all your words has left me Broken and whole An odd arrangement of what it means to be human Spit in my mouth and tell me it is love Dance on my grave A place chosen for me without my consent To say I miss you would be more than the truth Too much for me to handle An excuses I carry all the way home You’ve got me, hooked to the back bumper Dragging the lifeless corpse the rest of the way All mixed up is one way to say How you make me feel when I’m fucking you Payback is a bitch or so they say The voices never take the time To shut the fuck up
These are two poems… I wrote a few months ago… and I may have been a little gone when I wrote them… some times I remember why I write things and other time shit just comes out… if you haven’t figured out by now… some of my writing is on auto pilot… not that it doesn’t have any feeling… but some times I just start with two lines or a line… and I just go until I can’t think of anything else… more so when I have been drinking…
I’m sure we all have our way of clearing our minds… I enjoy these kind of poems from time to time… I prefer to write things with a purpose… but sometimes it is nice to just let whatever comes out… to just come out… The hard part about that is that sometimes they don’t fit any where… don’t fit into the “plan”… which is why I have been sitting on them for a while…
My favorite line from either of the two is… “Spit in my mouth and tell me it is love”… so beautiful and disgusting at the same time…
Processing the idea of such a Peaceful existence The calm before the storm Trepidation fills me As I inhale Slowly walking down a path There never was no turning back A false promise promised at birth The lie I have always lived Being a better person Is more than just believing Sacrifice everything only to end up With nothing in the end What was ever the point? Why would you ever try to be anything? Feel as though I’ve missed the point of everything
Ashes in a tray…
The flickering light mocks me The darkness seems so much more Appealing than the light This depression is sown into my bones The sadness grows with every breath Taking this was never the problem Only a symptom of being me With no reason I push on Ungrateful to be so grateful Judging by the judgement The sympathy of the times
I’m left feeling so incomplete…
The late nights got me thinking Maybe there’s more to this stupid thing A feeling wrapped in a trap Broken and forever forsaken The life I’ve created got me thinking Maybe there is more out there A failing thought in a concussion Fractured and forever suffering The isolation has gotten me thinking Maybe there’s more to this stupid thing A sinking feeling trapped within Simplistic and forever repeating
There are no innocent when we are all deemed guilty…
Breaking through the ice So thick A sledge hammer of sound Sledge hammer of pain No one ever asked me I’ve just always wanted the escape Freedom never meant much Until it was taken away Chipping away at the restraints A freak without a sound Freaking out without the pain Told me everything would be okay Why have you always felt the need To lie to me
Tried to hit every base with this one… nothing ever really shuts off in here… it is annoying but what else am I going to do?… bored today… did some yard work… still bored… did some writing… obviously… still bored… play some video games?… probably be bored… could read but I don’t feel like doing anything… riding out the day until it is over… if I never make it… it won’t be because of anyone around me… not motivated enough today… that’s more depressing than the depression… rambling on else where…
I like to keep my things in jars. I have many jars all
around my room. I used to as a child go out in the woods behind my house and
collected bugs. I had so many in my collection. Water bugs, butterflies,
lightning bugs, and all sorts of beetles. I used to watch them crawl or fly
around their jars. Each one or type I guess had their own jar to call their
own. Little worlds that they could live in. Live in until they died. They
always died. Why did they always die on me? Everything always dies on me.
Mother, sister, and the bugs. I used to label them and everything. It would drive my mother crazy. All the jars
filled with dead bugs under my bed. I couldn’t stop collecting them though. No
matter how many died or how upset my mother got.
Growing older I became more and more fascinated with the bugs
I kept in my jars. Though I never had the passion to really understand what it
was that I was collecting. I wasn’t book smart my mother used to say. I just
liked the way they looked in their jars. One day while exploring in the woods I
heard this odd noise cut through the singing birds. It sounded like nothing I
had ever heard in the woods before. It sounded as though a small child was crying.
Was my sister lost in the woods? Over and over I heard the noise. The closer I
got the louder the noise became. I knew I was on the right path. Frantically I
searched for the noise until I came across a small deer. Not quite a baby but
not yet an adult. It was just there lying in the open grass between some trees.
It saw me before I saw it, but it kept crying. Figured it would run away when I
got close enough and between me and you it tried, but the little deer had
broken its leg. As I got closer it struggled to get away. Dragging the broken
leg behind it. Leaving a trail of blood. I had never seen so much blood before.
It looked so odd, so out of place amongst the green of the grass. I got so
close to the deer that I could reach out and touch it. The cry it was making
was so loud by then. The sound was almost unbearable. I studied the hurt animal
as it tried to get away. I watched it for so long that after a while I couldn’t
even hear the sound it was making. I couldn’t hear anything.
It must have grown tired because after some time the deer stopped trying to get away. It laid its head down in the grass, its mouth moving, and its chest moving up and down rapidly. Cried and cried as I watched. In that moment in time it was only me and it in the whole world. The deer’s rapid breathes become slow and shallow breathes. We locked eyes for what felt like a life time. I placed my right hand on the back of its head and it went silent. Silent like it knew what was going to happen next. I tried to make it quick. Grabbing the top of its muzzle with my left hand I gave it everything my little body had a twist. Its neck snapped. I know I heard it or maybe I only felt it, but it wasn’t enough. Its body flopped around in the grass as I tried to hang onto its head. I tried twisting its head again, but it just kept shaking my hand lose. I could barely keep a hold of the deer. So I jumped onto its back like anyone would I suppose and tried to wrestle it still. It was all happening so fast until everything seemed to stop around me. I was so frustrated, so angry that I lost control of everything. I seemed to have gone to another place within myself. By the time I came back to reality there I was holding this deer’s head in my hands. I no longer cared about bugs. Not when there was so many things out in the woods that needed my help and attention. I find that people are much the same as that deer or the birds or the rabbits of the world. They all need my help and attention.