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Yazad Tafti Nov 2019
i love the Frost fingerprinting my bedroom window
laminating a translucent sheet
Jack seen only by his palm prints
the widow's window of opportunity
covered with frost
turbidity caused from a loosely stranded past
she never sheds her winter coat
frost is always clinging on her summertime pane
in winter she wears extra layers
jack was here
Yazad Tafti Nov 2019
sometimes all we get is a faded memory of the person and the words we never got to say
an imperfect circle left open for air to enter and leave
words which never were promoted but rather concealed by replies
i'm reporting you,
this is harassment
neglect is a form of harassment too
unfortunately this one is left silent and unseen by others
an addiction which was never satisfied
come on the dragon is right there
arms reach but my arms never reach far enough
blind sided
demons are overrated
i call them motivating factors
anxiety to a pious entity is my flaw
Yazad Tafti Nov 2019
these days ****
you were the ******* part
i loved feeling like ****

let me go
let me be free
amnesia can't be that bad
i need help
love life so fml must just be in the moment
what happened to sml
Yazad Tafti Nov 2019
not much to write
so i sit here and type
the different attributes which surround my day
cultivated like a pottery wheel bearing clay
my hands are molding that which has limitless possibilities
to my perception of this perfect vase
bantering and yelling leading to shattering
redecoration of modern home decor
a righteous cause
tear out the couch cushions and rip the paintings open
Yazad Tafti Oct 2019
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total ******* *****
Yazad Tafti Oct 2019
shove your **** in my face
let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big
******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular
from the lack of blood we'll call it ******* asphyxiation
let me lick you ***** like ice cream
shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady
smack that ***
******* derek jeter smack that ***
this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)
feels good ya baby
Yazad Tafti Oct 2019
i sit in my demise
dim eyes
shadows lurking
delusions swirling in this typhoon
pull me under but i can't go lower
the bottom is just the beginning
i'm already dead inside
Beethoven's other half with perfect hearing at 40
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