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Mar 2013 · 1.7k
murder on a sunday
Redshift Mar 2013
pull yourself up
by your shoestrings
lace them
tightly
we're going out
we're going to stomp
on this town
like godzilla
shawty is
a killer
i don't need a gun
to pump you full of lead
you were already dead
before you hit the ground
the sound
of the door
clicking shut
was enough
Mar 2013 · 374
my lucky night
Redshift Mar 2013
see,
i know
i will hate myself
if i go back on my word
almost as much
as i hated myself
for saying them
but not quite
hence the part where i said it anyway.
i always know
when i stumble
accidentally
in love
that i will eventually
find my way out
of the maze
and often times
very quickly.
i'll wake myself up
brush myself off
wipe the love
from my eyes
like cheap mascara
tie my loose laces
and be on my way
with enough backward glances
to draw me back in
sometimes....
but tonight
honestly
darling,
you can suffer.
it's really hard for me
to do this to someone
it has been done to me
too many times
but i think it's
your turn
tonight

this

(is)                                     ­          was

your

last

(poem)                              ­          **chance
Redshift Mar 2013
today
you said
no,
red doesn't love me
she feels sorry for me
i'm like a
*******
puppy
and i
looked at you
wondering if you'd read my mind
or my poems
but came to the conclusion
that you hadn't
even though you'd hit the nail on the head
twice
you missed the part
that meant something
if you had read my mind
or my poems
you would know
that i do love you
in a strange
sort of way
i love you
like i love my baby brother
like i love a puppy
like i love forrest gump
like i love
anything
that i have ever loved
that is how
i love you
Redshift Mar 2013
and the story climaxes
suddenly

we're confronted with the classic
"give it three years
and they'll be married"
you look at me
and i can't tell
what you're thinking
aside from
"****, this is
embarrassing"
the funny thing is
as the entire room
continues to
tease the ****
out of us
you don't deny
any
of
it
.
.
.
at first i thought
hey
maybe he really does
love me
maybe he'll finally
say it
and not take it back
with his next breath
and even if he doesn't
he didn't say that it wasn't true
.
.
.
but honey,
a lack of denial
isn't love
it's
wishful
thinking
Redshift Mar 2013
scrub
the sticky
clumped
sacrilegious
mascara
off your eyes


breathe

breathe

breathe.
Mar 2013 · 353
how to cease to be
Redshift Mar 2013
amass large army
***** your finger
on a spindle
fall asleep
have said army
fight off
all princes
that possess lips
or die.
Mar 2013 · 1.4k
broken restart
Redshift Mar 2013
pick apart
the pimples on your face
which is really
a great reminder
of all the things
you can't erase
push that restart button
on your ancient NES
click click click
punch
it won't make you less
hurt
Mar 2013 · 290
how to be alive
Redshift Mar 2013
listen
to yourself breathe
you didn't leave
see
the dents in the wall
they're what keep you
in this room
in this chalky
worn
hall
can you hear that
in
out
pull in
capture
release
breathing
you're still here
there's no way out
trapped
with this silent shout
of a poem
to keep you company
you
cannot
leave
Redshift Mar 2013
i'm starting to get the feeling
that i'm being jipped
duped
what do they say?
wool over the eyes
an' ****
i wore that little black dress
with the frazzled flowers
and the scooped neck
that you like
(i guess i didn't know you liked it...)
funny that the neck is called scooped
you wanted to scoop
me out of
that dress
tonight

i always get this feeling
when i trip
and fall in love
as i stand up,
scrape myself off
i am
suddenly suspicious...
what the hell did i trip over
anyway
you gotta trip
to fall
i get the feeling
that i tripped over a mountain
and fell in a puddle
what the **** was the whole mountain **** about
i'm really not too keen on this puddle
Mar 2013 · 725
prioritized
Redshift Mar 2013
how quickly
thine priorities
abandon
me
stop telling me
how good my hair smells
stop
twisting it
around
your finger
like that
**** it up
and spend some real time
with me
i'm not an idiot
i get what happens
you get scared
and you opt out
go pray
for some guts
or something
Mar 2013 · 587
diaries
Redshift Mar 2013
i stare at these
pages
with my glassy
dead
eyes
no connection
no palpitation
nothing that brings my heart
back to life
almost two years
and the pain is so deep
under the surface
like the memories...
i can hardly
bid them
rise

maybe this is good
and maybe i would think it was
if i could feel something
anything
Mar 2013 · 387
leave of absence
Redshift Mar 2013
i scream at you
you scream at me
trying to make some sense
of this triviality
i don't even
want to be here
so what's the point
of arguing
what's the point of
being
if i'm not going
to stay,
dad
Redshift Mar 2013
these days
i am constantly reminded
of how much i need to remember
where i came from...
where i've been.

i went back through all these old pictures of me
when my face was round
and chubby
when my hair wasn't perfectly straight
my bangs a mess...
before the idea
that i needed to be
******
entered my mind.
and i remembered my background
the importance of the foundation
that i rest on...
i sit and remember
what made me
me.

i'll look at my life like this long line
that sometimes goes haywire on me
sometimes it comes
to the edge of a cliff
plummets downward
and then climbs back up
i'll think about holding little kids
and being friends with different people
and being so
innocent
so untouched
(i didn't think so then)
by the complete horror
this world truly
is

i will sit in this room
that i have never had the heart
to call 'mine'
it is small
with one window near the floor
messy
with three white walls
and one chocolate colored
in a house
we don't own
in a town
i always wanted to live in
just not like this
and i'll picture
the girl that lived in that crazy
falling down yellow house
with the green roof
and the rusty door
and the green fields
in the brilliant,
royal purple
room
with all the funny hair things
and colorful tights
and big
big
smiles
that say nothing
that resembles
'**** me'
and i'll think....
how
the
hell
did i get here
from
there
Redshift Mar 2013
(first of all
i'd like to inform you of the fact
that my mother didn't die
in an unfortunate way
although everything about her departure
was unfortunate
and before it's time
she didn't die of breast cancer
or in a car accident
or whatever
no,
she's one of the few
rare
breeds
that this earth has been blessed with...
she's one of the mothers
that
leave)

1. if you don't have a mom
you probably have come to the realization
that you are never going to have nice socks
or even clean ones
ever again

2. you probably don't eat a lot
if your mother was
the cooking type
you probably eat mostly
hungryman's
and hot pockets
also
you'll probably die
a premature death
because of it

3. if you don't have a mom
you will be suddenly aware of all the **** you leave
lying around
for like
months
and never touch
until you break your
******* face on it

4. you probably have discovered
that talking to your dad
about boys
usually isn't a good idea
it gives him
the strange urge
to grease up his
shotgun
make sure that's all
in fine working order
sit on porches
waiting
also
give total
crap advice
about all of it

5. if your mother has left you
you've probably realized
that you're looking for a new one
that suddenly
your friend's mom
takes over where she left off
like some sick network
but it's not really sick
sometimes it's kind of nice
you get soup an' ****
and those awkward
bonecrushing
usually choking
mom hugs

6. your dad
has probably tried learning to cook
he's probably almost
killed you
more times
than you can count
on two hands
but every once in a while
he hits gold
on total accident

7. if you're a motherless child
you probably do your own laundry
or wear the same clothes
for four months
until you drag
your sorry ***
to the laundry mat

8. if you're a motherless child
you've probably pondered the fact
that you sorta wanted both your parents at your future wedding
but you'd tell mom to *******
at the drop of a hat

9. if your mom left you
rather unconventionally
(thanks, 1960's. didn't do **** for me)
you probably
pretend a lot:
pretend to be ok with her
pretend to want to tell her about your life
painfully
so she can tell
all the million other single moms
who left their husbands
(sometimes for good reason)
that her kid is smart
although she hates your guts
oh well
it's the thought that counts
(wait...)

10. if your mom has abandoned you
you've probably sobbed a lot
hit a lot of walls
slammed a lot of doors
kicked a lot of ******* bookshelves
pounded floors
stifled screams into pillows
tossed
turned
flailed
plugged your ears
slit your arms
open
bit your fingernails
blamed it on your dad
once or twice
smashed your head onto hard stuff
trying to forget
that feeling
of wholeness
spent a lot of time
thinking
about home
and how it used to be
and then cut some more
if your mom has left you
robbed you
broken you
lied to you
spit on you
smacked you
discredited you
then you're probably
a lot like

me


oh

and the secret is

you don't survive
Redshift Mar 2013
i just
charged my old phone
my first phone
i got when i was 18
the phone that i didn't have long
before my mother
cut off our account
after she'd left

and on that phone
are hundreds of old
messages
from family
friends
me
pictures
oh god
pictures
of the old room in my sisters house
pictures of the packed truck
that me and my sister
and my dad
were shoved into
a picture of the sheriff's car
outside the window
of my sister's room
the sheriff
that stole our
family
no...
i guess that was
mom.

there are
pictures of a scrape i got on my arm
while moving dad's filing cabinet
into a house we didn't belong in
an innocent picture
meant to remember
the day
but somehow
over a year and a half
it's become obscene
in my eyes
cuts on my arm
are remembered
for different reasons now.

pictures of the one happy day
before we were forced to leave;
the waterfall.
the day before we left
i slipped
and fell into
the rushing rage
of that waterfall
almost drowned
but held on
to the ledge
i wonder why
i lost control
of everything
so suddenly

so many texts
of advice
from my eldest sister
we had to be so careful
how we talked to mom
so she would keep calling
so we could try and figure out
where she was
the absolute
crushing
engulfing
horror
of those summer days
slam into me
like a wrecking ball
today....

god...
will i ever
get over
the pain
Mar 2013 · 1.5k
fucking kids these days
Redshift Mar 2013
to be
or not to be
yep
that's the question
are we going to be
iphone-addicted
family-court riddled
cutting
drinking
drug addicts
forever
when do we
grow up?
what is
growing up
if we stay the same
how is it
'growing up'
we have deemed it
obsolete
there is no
growing
we are we
you are we
he is we
she is we
and we are all together
i wonder what would happen
if i deleted my facebook
tossed my phone
in a lake
i'd probably
get sent to a shrink
though everyone sees a shrink
these days
can we just go back
to the 90's
please
i don't want my kids
to grow up
like all the little *******
running around today
they don't even play
they
sit on their *****
on their tablets
i dunno about you
but i'm gonna go
little house on the prairie
on dat ****
we're only gonna watch
reruns
of chip 'n dale
rescue ******* rangers
the old disney channel
and read little house on the
*******
prairie
and ******* eat popsicles
not ***** lollipops
what the ****
is wrong
with people
Redshift Mar 2013
i should really
do something about this
(you)
but i don't have the heart
i'm not stupid
i know when i'm
being used
i know you're just
bored
inbetween
shy...
alright.
but another thing
i didn't realize
that should be
on that list
is
selfish
you're using me for a
laugh
to keep yourself
occupied
on the nights
when your only company
is me
and a bottle
of jack
i've got to put a
stop to this
it's not fair
i'm not getting
out of you
what you're getting
out of me
it's quite a paradox
that i can be so intelligent
and yet so stupid
i like it while it lasts
but when you move on
i'll still be back here
just laughing
by myself
now
well
at least i'll still be
laughing

maybe
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
shoplifting happiness
Redshift Mar 2013
i would steal
everyone's happiness
and not even really care
(well
maybe
a little)
if i could make you feel better
right now.
i would capture all the smiles
in a carved box
and release them
while i lay against you
praying that one
would embark upon
your lips
i would
contain every laugh
wind them into a long
ball of yarn
rest my head in your lap;
tie you up.
i'd
pluck the sun
from the sky
like a yellow
bouncing ball
and give it to you
to obey your every whim
i'd ****** the moon
from it's holder
shrink it in my washing machine
and hang it in the corner
of your bedroom
i would
tickle your chest
with my lips
rub your neck
stroke your forehead
in my lap
if only i could
make it better
but that's the one thing
i
cannot
do
Redshift Mar 2013
so apparently
if i am ever awake after eight o'clock
in the evening
i must devote all my time to you
and if i perchance tell you i'm going to sleep
but post something on facebook
afterwards
(******* FACEBOOK)
you get all pissy
and accuse me of still being awake.
so does that mean
you want to talk to me
or just that you're a
selfish
*******

i'm confused
Mar 2013 · 351
spring awakening
Redshift Mar 2013
i dunno man
i heard birds singin this morning
and decided to get outta bed for once
put on a bra
go to school...
weird,
right?

*******
nature
Mar 2013 · 677
MIA
Redshift Mar 2013
MIA
see the problem is
all i want to do
is shoot you
and take your money
what can i say
i grew up in america
*******
Mar 2013 · 862
the ballad of maccy d's
Redshift Mar 2013
once upon a time
mcdonald's was this big deal
like, the spokesperson
of quality food
in the 40's
and now it's like
yeah, olympic champions
say that they get their
spit-on
half-mystery meat
fix
there
but who are they kidding
(maybe their moms)
and now if you like it on facebook
you're some kind of degenerate
i mean really
i totally judge people who like mcdonalds
on facebook
and if you work there
you're the **** of the earth
probably pregnant
don't shower
snort a lot of *******
and are on wellfare
even worse
if you go there
you're honey boo boo's mom
or something
man
stuff sure goes downhill
after 73 years
i hope i don't
turn into
maccy d's
when i'm
73
god.
Redshift Mar 2013
no, mom.
you don't get to see
a single one of these
poems.
i know my little sister
has been telling you
how well i've been writing
what the english department
of my school
has been saying
but you never wanted to hear a single one
until i was gone
and i wasn't gone
until you left me
you don't deserve to see
one line
one rhyme
one smile
and no
not just for a little while
while i get through this 'phase'
no, mom.
forever.
Redshift Mar 2013
take that small handful of light
that you found
on your afternoon walk
put it up in a corner
to brighten it
for a bit
hope that it will make you smile
every once in a while
when you feel wrong
Redshift Mar 2013
missed all three classes
this morning
dad didn't even
bother me
maybe i'm not the only one
who's given up on me
is this what i wanted?
why am i still not happy
Mar 2013 · 420
8:25am
Redshift Mar 2013
lost all ambition
by 8 o'clock in the morning
my condition
is getting worse
and by condition
i mean the fact
that i've realized
that this isn't where i want to be
Mar 2013 · 525
spiraling
Redshift Mar 2013
i'm really
******* myself majorly
by not writing this essay
it's actually kind of disturbing
how many ***** i don't give
for that fact
what happened
to
me
Redshift Mar 2013
i am
giving up
i'm tired of sharpie butterflies
over the cuts
i'm tired of eating
i'm tired of
being
let's drop out of school
***** all those golden rules
gold is ******
anyway

who can i call
to drop out of life?
can i call the dean of admissions
for that one?

if you don't live the dream
you live some ******
substitute
full of these cracked smiles
and paper dollars
that we trade
for happiness
only we don't get
that it doesn't come all packaged up and pretty
happiness is ugly
happiness is bitter
you have to give up
too much
to be happy
these days

when you finally reach
the glittering end
of the tunnel
it's just some light
and what the **** am i gonna do
with a handful of ******* light
Mar 2013 · 357
reality
Redshift Mar 2013
i've started to resent people with two parents
i mean
what do you got
that i don't got
what did you do
sacrifice a ******
or something?
god.

in all reality...
i know i make it out like a joke
but i'm actually ******* tired of writing about this
about being abandoned
and not knowing what the **** i'm doing with my life
i'm tired of feeling like **** every time
i see a mother
on tv
every time
i wish i had one
I DON'T WANT ONE
i'm better without one
i'm fine
i really am
i am
fine.
Mar 2013 · 439
ugh
Redshift Mar 2013
ugh
hey so
whoever is in control
of the universe
it'd be nice
if i could stop falling in love with people

kthanx.
Mar 2013 · 1.7k
goodnight, monday morning.
Redshift Mar 2013
the smell of
burnt toast
and
cigarette smoke
greets me
with an acrid embrace
i
drag my
brain dead carcass
up the long flight
of stairs
fifteen minutes late
for class
open the door
to psych
get kicked in the face
rather inharmoniously
by a large, hairy
eyeball
some blue-toothed
*******
is in my seat
i plop down next to
shareef
instead
turn my desk
into a bed

sleep.
Mar 2013 · 458
i missed me, too.
Redshift Mar 2013
i really hate it when
you tell someone that you missed them
and firstly,
they take forever to respond
and then they say
"me too."
like, what the **** does that mean?
you missed you
too?
seriously?
that doesn't mean
that you missed ME too
and if it does
we need to revisit
english 101
god
just say it
you MISSED ME
i'm ******* sick
of this cowardly
****
if you're going to keep me up
to all hours
on nights when i have class
the next day
bombard me
never let me sleep
because you want to talk to me
then have the *******
decency
to say that you
missed
me.
Mar 2013 · 1.0k
whiplash
Redshift Mar 2013
oh so now we're talking.
whiplash
anyone?
you're not strumming my heartstrings
you're cutting them
sheesh
i really wish you'd stop
being so sweet
you're really just
hurting me

...huh
maybe
you actually are sweet...
*******.
you're so
helpless
stop
hugging me
like you need me
don't you know
you can't do that to girls?
****
i don't even have the heart
to call you an *******
and tell you
to *******
you're breaking my heart
you little ****

...maybe i'm the one
doing the whip-
lashing
*******
skyler
Redshift Mar 2013
well
i
haven't talked to you in two days
which is
weird
haven't done that since
early december
we kind of collided tonight
and ricocheted apart
boy
that was quick
and then i leave
and you're asking everyone
about me
i think i'm starting to lose track
of what we're doing
where we are
how far
along
we've gone

i feel kind of bad
that i left you by yourself
but it was too weird for me
i always do something like this
personal fault
i guess
whenever something gets too unfamiliar
i pack up
and leave
i always try to tell everyone
(myself)
that i'm nothing like my mother
but i guess after all
maybe
i
am
Redshift Mar 2013
it seems like
everyone in the world
has an eating disorder
and i'm just over here like
**** that
i'm eating a
cheeseburger
Mar 2013 · 3.4k
19 3/4 years of shitty socks
Redshift Mar 2013
when i was
thirteen
i remember whenever i went over
to a friend's house
who had a sort of get-together
with a whole ton of other kids
about once a month
i'd sit on the rug in their basement
with twenty other teenagers
looking at
socks.

there are ten kids
in my family
and two ****** parents
and we had a whole bathtub full of socks
and if you could find two that actually fit
you were golden
never mind matching
or nice and white...
and sitting
looking at all the other kids' socks
i felt like ****
they had the nicest
whitest
socks you ever saw
and mine were grey
worn
dilapidated
specimens
that i'd dug out from the very
bottom.
and somehow i decided
that this was a failure
on my mother's part
that she didn't keep our floors
clean enough
or she didn't wash my socks
right
and so i spent my thirteenth year
feeling like ****
over
socks

and today
i was folding some socks
(do you fold socks? i dunno how it works. whatever)
and i was looking at them
colorful
silly
but
grungy still
and the white ones
still grey
and i thought
well
i don't have a mother anymore
and my socks still aren't
white and
nice
i guess that's one less ****** thing
in my life
i don't have to blame her for
anymore
another nice thing
is that i don't give a ****
about socks
Mar 2013 · 1.9k
accidentally on purpose
Redshift Mar 2013
"weird.
i can't sleep either.
i just wrote two poems
about how much i hate you
for leaving.
i was starting to think god doesn't listen
to people who ***** their entire family over
but maybe i was wrong.
sorry for being blunt,
but that's who i am
at four in the morning."

i can't believe
i just sent that text
it was kind of an accident
but not really
chew on that
homewrecker
(mother)
Mar 2013 · 600
praying
Redshift Mar 2013
so it's
4:01am
and my mother just texted me
which is kind of funny
because i just wrote a couple choice poems
about how she royally
****** me over.
she said she can't sleep
that she was thinking about me
(funny, i was thinking about her)
how much she
loved me
she called me her
precious daughter
told me
that she was praying
for me
but mom...
god doesn't listen
to people who abandon their families
still,
it makes me wonder
how did you know
i
was
awake
just when you think there is no god he finds you and beats the **** out of you
Mar 2013 · 307
well there's your answer
Redshift Mar 2013
oh
so
this is you
asking me
if i give a ****
well
if i did
i would probably
separate
the lights from the darks
when i do my laundry
but
i
don't
Mar 2013 · 588
fuck you, memory.
Redshift Mar 2013
if i sit long enough
and let my mind
unwind all the
strange
coiled
menacing things
it contains
that i so often
shove into a blender
to make them easier to swallow
it'll say
*******
and i remember them perfectly
anyway.

for
instance
right now
i can hear
mom stuffing black
plastic-smelling
garbage bags
with clothes
in the hall
i can see the strip of light under my door
that bled through
at 3am
why
was it on
i never even
wondered
ever since
i have cursed
the lethargy
of 3am
if i had gone out and checked
i could have

                                                                        stopped
                                                                                                 her

oh
god
it hurts
so profoundly
to put that into words
to translate it from feeling
oh
god
i could have
stopped her
i could have
but i didn't
what if
i had
oh
god
i can't even
bear it

and then all those dead fruitflies
scatter across my mind
blown with the breath
of the dead
i was
walking into our kitchen
on the old
weird
cracked floor
and there on the
stained
blue table
were about six cups of half drunk
juice
from the kids bedtime snack
and there
in the center
were about 500
dead
fruitflies
in a perfect
circle
what the ****
were they doing there
i'll never know
i remember
asking mom
telling her how strange it was
but she wouldn't come
look
she just laid on the couch
her arm over her eyes
lying to me
without saying
anything
always.
the next morning
they were gone
i don't know what happened
but it was
strange

then suddenly
the horrible
nauseating feeling
will come again
rush in
uninvited
like an unwanted relative
sneak in
and take over
everything
it will eat me up
out of house and home
the thought
that

i

can't

remember

if she told me

that she loved me

before i went to bed

i was 18 then

but she always said it

anyway

worst of all

i cannot remember

if i said it back...

the last thing
you ever said to your mother
wouldn't you want it to be something like that
but i guess it wasn't
i probably even thought
about normal things
before i fell asleep
to the music
of my mother
leaving
i can't stop seeing
the scene
when i close my eyes

*******

memory
Redshift Mar 2013
sometimes i'll go way back
in the lost annals of facebook
way back to the strange days
right after mom left
and i'll look at all the posts
the few people who knew what happened
posted on her
wall
all "i love you"s
and "please call me"s

please...
trust me
you didn't actually want her to call you
panic attacks aren't fun
they aren't a joke
when you're sitting in the room
in your sisters house
that you've been thrown into
on the floor
gasping for breath
clutching at air
raggedly
you'll wish
you never talked to her
on the phone
please
don't even

and then sometimes when i'm
brave
i'll scroll
and scroll
and scroll
until i get to the days
when we were all together
and everything was
ok.
i'll read all the things i said to my mom
...isn't that funny?
i used to say things to her...
all the nonsense things
wishing her
a happy birthday
talking about
baking her cake
and it all makes me remember
that father's day
in june
right before she left
in a chinese restaurant
how awful it was
how thoughtless the gifts
that mom picked out
and it will make me think
of my older, married sister's face
when she heard
mom was gone
how she came over to our house
where me, dad,
and another older sister sat
empty vessels
filling up with pain
that we still couldn't shake
two years later
i'll remember her saying to me
that she couldn't believe mom would just leave
we'd all been together for father's day
just the week or two before
had she been planning it
even then?
yes.
she had.
she had been planning to leave us
for months
i just wonder
how she could let me love her
when she knew she was leaving
how could she do that to me
how...
how.
Mar 2013 · 565
be rough with me
Redshift Mar 2013
run your fingers
through my hair
and
pull

be rough
with me

grab me
and don't let me
get
away

be rough
with me

steal my lips
and kiss me,
fight
me

be rough
with me

bite
pull
yank
squeeze

be rough
with me

hurt me
lovingly
darling,
be rough
with
me
Redshift Mar 2013
hey listen
you're my bestfriend an all
but girl...
if that kid was my boyfriend
i'd punch him in the ***** so hard
he'd be sitting on his *** in the middle of next week
wondering what the ****
happened
you don't give people ultimatums like
"it's me or your dream"
i'd say *******
at least my dream's better
in bed,
you
tent-pitching
*******
Feb 2013 · 911
the metamorphosis by kafka
Redshift Feb 2013
i wish
people would stop writing
weird
random ***
****

.....wait....

****
thought this was gonna be profound cuz it had a fancy name after some famous german literature ****, right? yeah me too, *******
Feb 2013 · 786
dafuq did i just read
Redshift Feb 2013
what the **** did i just read
some famous german short story
about a guy waking up turned into
a bug
his family freaks out
and thinks he's gross
and then he dies
i have an exam on this tomorrow
analyzing and interpreting
the meaning behind it all
i guess if you wake up as a bug someday
just **** yourself
or your family will do it for you
what the ****
Feb 2013 · 754
yeah, serially.
Redshift Feb 2013
wow
ok
well
i guess
i'm not going to stick up for you anymore
you really gonna let some
*******
lightning-pole
stuck up their rear
*******
put me on blast
like that?
and not say anything?
all i've ever done
is take care of you
beat off the ****-heads
that tried to make fun of you
told you
how much i adored you
and you really just sat there
and let me deal with that
by myself?

i guess i
know better now.
have fun
beating off all those guys
i held at bay...
i can't believe i defended you....through everything
and this is how i'm
repaid.
Redshift Feb 2013
i have a dream
that one day i'll have one
one day i'll decide
that this world is worth it
maybe it will be revealed to me
that everything hasn't really gone to hell
maybe one day
all this poetry
will mean something
there's this ancient book
that everyone hates
and this guy named jesus
who reassures us
like dr. king
that we will have trouble in this world
but not to give up
kick the bucket
run off
slice our wrists
because he overcame it
i miss that
radical freedom fighter
bleeding on a torture device
i'm sick and tired of his people
like i'm tired of justin beiber's fans
which is really saying a lot
if you think about it
i have a dream
that someday
i won't be so worthless
i have a dream
that someday
i'll get out of this family mess
i have a dream
that someday
i'll be allowed to dream
again
Feb 2013 · 2.6k
dancing in my underwear
Redshift Feb 2013
i'm currently
writing poetry
instead of doing homework
for a class i have in an hour
i was going to yknow
try a little
but after a bit
i said to myself,
what the hell
and quit.

i'm so tired of college
honest to god
i wish dad would let me drop out
but no
college is what the 'good' kids do
you can't be profound
worthy
intelligent
without a college degree
so why is jenna marbles
dancing in her underwear
...i'll just tell my english teacher
i was too busy
writing poetry
go to hell,
educational *******
Feb 2013 · 511
prospects
Redshift Feb 2013
i can feel the point of my life
slipping out my fingers
not really
slowly....
boy
i'm in trouble
but i can't help it
i just don't give a ****
what's the point of anything
anyway
go to school
get a job
at mcdonald's
get pregnant
get someone else pregnant
make fun of pregnant people
treat everyone unequal
never get married
live with a load of ****-heads
fall asleep
die
i can work at mcdonald's
without a college degree
so why won't you
let
me
Feb 2013 · 445
lacking
Redshift Feb 2013
good
morning
filled with absolutely
the opposite of ambition
i've declared this week a national holiday
and skipped all my classes
dad doesn't know
oh well.
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