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I hit you from seven hundred angles
Inhaling your vapor
You stink
I never thought someone like you could exist
I think at light speed
How to take your oxygen
Make your existence reduce
Like a crack pipe abduction
Can I allow your death
Which your nastiness has denied
I wish your eyes to bleed
When you see my glory
Hold my dreams to your face
Fill your blood with its doses
Then watch it stop your heart
See my conscience in the sky
Feel my word of mouth
Stab you in the eye
Rip your lungs out
As you try to inhale
The fragments of my intellect
I am the young jedi
Looking to devour your force
Squeeze your source of life
It is quit awkward looking at my portrait
Smiling like mona lisa
Only I know what I want to do with you
I will fill your ears with poison words
So it can o straight to your brain
Feeling like I am hitting you with stone
There will be no copies made of you
As my words impede
Your reproduction
My thought will remain in your head
As you ******* to my ecstasy
Then you will love me
One day
I will break
This pearl shell you' re hiding in
And I will discover brand new side of you
And you will see completely different side of yourself.
I will prove that you're a  pearl,
My precious.
My treasure.
„But I'm black“, you will say.
„Even better, darling,
even better.
It only means you're worth more than you think.“
You’ve always been a midnight saboteur.
From dawn til dusk,
your convictions convince you
but in the honest darkness,
can you be sure?

Your mouth is tangled
by the tales you tell yourself,
cinched tightly--your lips are purse strings.
Since I’ve no confidence with a sword,
will your Gordian knots triumph again?

Too often, you’re enthralled
by the charm of your attic lies,
But tonight,
you’ve finally pulled apart the bad.
Turn on the light and see you’re good.
A work in progress--like all the others--constructive criticism welcome!
We’ve been here over and over again.
It seems so silly to cry these day, you see I already told you my whole life story or atleast I tried to but it seemed like you never even bothered to listen.
So I sit here right where you left me, in the dark with no one by my side.
I ran far from every memory, every thought, every dream of you
Then so easily, cruelly, and horrifyingly slow you picked me up, swept me off my feet, and threw me right back to where it hurt most,
To when everything was left unspoken, left unseen.
Here you go again,
Trying to make me unlove you.
You'd say anything to make me leave but you wouldn't say a thing to make me stay.
In my chemistry class, the beautiful boy sitting next to me kept talking about his broken love . 2010.
I spoke to the sky today
a steel plate pressing me
I have not heard from her
something about the absence of sun
weighs too much
so I spoke to the sky today
I know all the reasons
the patterns and formations
and permutations
chaos theory
the science of highs and lows
explain to me
attraction to the sun
the way a leaf turns to it
by what will
she decides when she appears
I hugged my coat
by its pockets
I spoke to the sky today
and I told it to depart
I could write
a thousand worded
poem explaining why
your existence was
important and how
your mind was
irrevocably a painted
picturesque theme.

I could look
you in the eye,
lie and say
I'm happy for
her
I'm happy for
you, but
who am I
to tell her
all the lies
you have undoubtedly
committed?

I cannot deny
the green demons
that lurk in
my eyes
but I can,
although it is not
mine to give,
an apology
and you the will to live.

Instead I can
rebuild walls,
lie to the eye,
turn blue eyes green,
but I cannot
feel sorry for you,
only for me.
Because it was me who fell for you, and her I chose not to warn.
Completely overwhelmed with nonsense bullsharks
To a point where panic eats at my conscious
Putting myself in such a position where nothing can be done
Drowning in my own emotions and choking down gulps of air
Dizzy thoughts swirl around in my mind
The pattern repeats a thousand times and again
Adding something here and there
Outta whack and discombobulated
Sweat mixes with tears of anxiety
Under goes my head with a plop
Struggling my hardest to reach the surface
But the tug of stress pulls me down
Drifting lower and lower
Surrounding me in guilt
With the swirling repetitive pattern of thoughts still swarming my head
They twist and turn
Forming disfigured maps and mazes
And the impossible cycle has a snowball affect
It grows and grows with great speeds
Creating nothing but problems that bowl me over
Lay me out flat to stare up at the heavens
Giving me the chance to think about prayer
Struggling to get a grip on anything
Instead of getting things on the list done
One by one things are added
And I just think about them
Frustration is towering over me
Looking down and spitting with laughter
You puny being, *******
I swing into this mood of hatred
I hate myself I say out loud
For putting myself down because all I do is think
For putting myself here in the first place
I tell myself to get my *** up and do something
Take a hit
Start a fight
But the cycle just starts all up again
Creating a coward out of me
And the idea pops up that I'll never be able to survive on my own
I'll never be able to do everything by myself
I can't grab life by the horns
I'll just get my *** kicked
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