Submissions by Unstable
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Its Pay Day Bitch
Once upon a time when I was only six
My older brother was very very sick
Not sick like the flu, but sick in the head
He was born a very very sick fucking inbred
What he did to me, he will pay for that
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT
He lied about my father, lied about everything
He lied to my mother, said he did nothing
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT
I kept the memory supressed
Until I got depressed
I could no longer be oppressed
By this sick fucking memory
I cant confront it, I cant do it...
My older brother was very very sick
Not sick like the flu, but sick in the head
He was born a very very sick fucking inbred
What he did to me, he will pay for that
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT
He lied about my father, lied about everything
He lied to my mother, said he did nothing
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT
I kept the memory supressed
Until I got depressed
I could no longer be oppressed
By this sick fucking memory
I cant confront it, I cant do it...
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Kids play everyday, I get beat everyday
Wake up in the day, exactly at eight
With a migrane from staying up late
Thinking about you again, I think Im feeling sick
I think its something I must've ate
No, its just you
I dont hate you, I know it was fate
A sick twisted game maybe
Missing you is like getting drunk
The good memories make me day dream
But the betrayal and reality sobers me up
And the pain is the hang-over
I feel like an alien, like the Mars Rover
Surrounded by aliens and foriegn people
I dont know... I dont know whats really real
Whats real and whats...
With a migrane from staying up late
Thinking about you again, I think Im feeling sick
I think its something I must've ate
No, its just you
I dont hate you, I know it was fate
A sick twisted game maybe
Missing you is like getting drunk
The good memories make me day dream
But the betrayal and reality sobers me up
And the pain is the hang-over
I feel like an alien, like the Mars Rover
Surrounded by aliens and foriegn people
I dont know... I dont know whats really real
Whats real and whats...
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Beg To End It
Self abuser and misuser
I buy razors
You buy shoes or
Drugs and boose
Got nothin to lose
But I gotta choose or
breakdown
In front of the crowd
Youre one of em now
No stop, Daddy dont
No its just a memory
Fallen from a family
Wait Mommy, woah
You drank drugs like coffee
Drank and ate em like candy
Brother beats me randomly
Mommy doesnt care, sadly
Uncle so righteous
Has everything he wants
Hes nothing like us
Yet he trys to be tough
...
I buy razors
You buy shoes or
Drugs and boose
Got nothin to lose
But I gotta choose or
breakdown
In front of the crowd
Youre one of em now
No stop, Daddy dont
No its just a memory
Fallen from a family
Wait Mommy, woah
You drank drugs like coffee
Drank and ate em like candy
Brother beats me randomly
Mommy doesnt care, sadly
Uncle so righteous
Has everything he wants
Hes nothing like us
Yet he trys to be tough
...
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