All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views |
Hashing out poems with little potential here... Insulated, numb Can't feel you Can't feel My arrogance Full, yet I need I need you Across this desert Dead Can't drink life Can't drink Dry Bones ache, cold Yet, sweat Visions, delusions Are all I have An empty gut needs meat Needs to eat Yet, no hunger Can't feel Numb Another... My heart is a metronome Steady Beating Always repeating Echoing It's unrelenting Love OR somehow haiku? My heart is a metronome Steady, beating Echoing unrelenting love More... Just Love Me Back You feel the laughter Hot on your ears veins thick With the humility Hands forming Defeated fists While concealing eyes Wanton intent burning for a lifetime Because of one moment innocence, ignorance Can't take back publicly professed love Poor Juliet Had no intention Was in no position To echo back Or Was it not love? Infatuation put you in that square On the empty soap box Where a part of you still remains. Who am I trying to convince here? Just love me back. Maybe, I'll know. One more, even more depressing...hashing out still and may never finish these... Let me inhale the sweet gas Fill these hungering lungs Savor a (black, vile) mixture (that rolls down) Beneath the gums Then, send your (harsh, brutal) lips So it will numb Every fear of losing you When we're done My fantasy is your suicide For one so young To send sweet greetings From your tongue Deeper down I will go Before I'm hung On this poisoned remedy I'm that dumb. Why does rhyme either punctuate or kill the mood, message? So hard to know when to run to or from the desire to create these appetizing sounds that beg to be heard, implore an answer. |