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Nolan Bucsis Jul 17
I am made
Of ****
****
Vinegar
Drugs,
And,
Bad intentions.

I am a
Scurrilous
Little
Scalawag.

Some kinda
Empty Threat
Thrown at the morning sun.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 16
I
Resent
Other people.

Smothering me
With their
Existence.

I am
Confrontational.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 15
I'm a
Car crash.

Mangled limbs
Strewn about
******,
Carnage.

I'm
Dying young.

Living on one
Half lung
Shot liver,
And more beer.

I'm
Drifing aimlessly.

Seeing carcasses on
The road of someones
Split second,
Ground down roadkill.

I'm
High perpetually.

Sunken in face
And, veins
Bleeding,
With my last shared needle.

I'm
A waste of time.

But,
I always manage
To persist,
In the muck of necessity.

A macabre love letter
From God,
Suffering builds character.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 15
I'm a pit viper,
Hanging out,
Alone,
In my crevice,
So don't,
*****,
If you reach in.

And
Get.

Bit.

More painful
For
You.

Than me.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 9
I don't remember
Asking you for
Permission.

To be
Who
I
Am.

I asserted it
Decades ago,
When I had a
Life.

This is
America,
I got a
*******
Right.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 9
I am not
That person
You fantasize me
To be.

And,
It always happens
That one day-
I fall out of
The clear blue.

Right
Into left
Field.

My story
Is kinda pathetic.

I'm just some
Loser
From some
Bumfuck
Nowhere.

I love poetry
Though,
I cope with it.

I have
long before
You knew of me.

It's always depressing and
Dark.

I sir,
Am,
Depressing'n
Dark.
Nolan Bucsis Jul 9
It's not
That I am
Who I thought
I wasn't.

It's that I am
What you
Got wrong.

Nobody changed-
I evaporated
Your illusions.

Maya.

Your lies
About
Me.
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