Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Austin Heath Sep 2015
They are hunters,
banging on the doors drawing the blinds,
putting the children on their knees
with automatics.
Firepower on firepower,
we are more than we need

and we behave so crazy,
so paranoid.
Blood stained carpets;
we sit in a cage and say we're
safe
and still that blood stains grows
to keep us content.

I heard it in the sugar skulls.

They said, "the dead men are still dead"
but somehow they lied as they hissed
exactly what I wanted to hear;

"the dead men are still dead."
Austin Heath Aug 2015
All lined up with nowhere to wait,
they seek a great escape.

One last perhaps

till the weekend's funds are all gone,
and we only sweat for rent.
If we get caught in the crossfire,
it's hardly a consequence.
Risk and reward are one and the same,
we just cant die on purpose, but we're

okay?
Austin Heath Aug 2015
If I was god I would hide in space,
tell everybody that I died,
tell them I never tried, skip the truth,
behind the curtain is another lie;

If I were god I would go back to day one,
Tell romeo not to drink the poison and juliet
you just met this kid, put away your knife,
I'd teach Shakespeare how to write a love story,
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, K.

If I were god I'd be a deadparent,
I'd leave the planet and never come back.
As a deity I am a hack, and a poor artist;
I've made creatures so heartless,
watching as these flames grow larger,
they pray to me like "father,
you said if a poem rhymes it makes you a sap."

Do as I say, not as I do, and never as I act;

If I were god I'd abandon my creation,
I've seen the richest nations turn men into rapists
leave women with discolored faces,
we're all swallowing words that are now wasted,
you wanna pray but you can't say ****, uh,
yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, k.
Austin Heath Aug 2015
You turn your back on an angel,
and swear you'll set it straight some time.
Sort it out, you guess,
except,
these fangs keep coming back
and this venom burns on contact
curdles the blood.

They never mention that just sometimes
you must rend the body from the serpent's head.

Trust that I know many secrets,
and of those kept, stolen, or borrowed,
the ones I withhold from you
are what strip angels of flight
and leave them in gutters
with alcohol dampening their feathers

too heavy to fly.
Austin Heath Jul 2015
Entering the room, you'd notice
the faces are young hopefuls,
or old amateurs.
Each know a handful of material,
and are desperate to play
the entirety of it.

Eager to play jazz.

Frantic cacophony
in sweet harmony,
confidence and innocence
as common bedfellow.
What they lack in form,
meter, and style

they fill with a pain
hidden under confidence.
Innocence.
Austin Heath Jul 2015
I ate nothing for several weeks
and in waking lucid starvation
I dreamt I was an assassin;

a pacifist when everyone was looking,
a warrior when eyes were closed.

I stalked prey that hunted,
and as they rewrote history
from centuries away,
I could even hear them smile.

Deep grins, ear to ear,
like blades running across throats,
ear to ear.
Grins wide like rivers,
mountains and deserts,
wet like lakes.

Faster than hell.

I woke up in a sweat,
air conditioner broken,
cats outside meowling,
looking for a ****
and not careful
what they wish for.
Austin Heath Jul 2015
Some people live with ordinary nightmares
on a daily basis and treat it like we treat
passing a beggar.

These days those who put their hands out have sharp teeth
and I'm proud enough of anyone
who'll bite any hand that feeds.
Next page