Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I don't want to think about that
I believe in a two-sided battle
I believe in a two-headed God
I believe in a manner of governed principles
I believe that I'm not at fault
I wish I could rewrite my own past years
I hope you get this note before it's too late
I want nothing for me, but I wish you the best
I want you to hope I'm doing okay too though.
I believe in a two-headed God
I believe in a manner of governed principles
I believe that I'm not at fault
I wish I could rewrite my own past years
I hope you get this note before it's too late
I want nothing for me, but I wish you the best
I want you to hope I'm doing okay too though.
585 reads
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Cannibalistic Cannabis

685 reads
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Freedom and how to Avoid it.
He was immaculately conceived
a gaudy dress with a headful of garbage and leaves
Make way for the asphalt filling the spaces between you and me
Soaking up sundrops while I wait to dry up and fizz right out, finally.
A locust storm is approaching the horizon line, and today they're hungry for boy meat.
Flesh is picked and the demons grin underneath my skin,
But these things have failed to hurt me for quite some time.
How come it took 20 years for me to want to be alive?
A story of true passion becomes a pit of emptiness hanging on me.
Something needs to get...
a gaudy dress with a headful of garbage and leaves
Make way for the asphalt filling the spaces between you and me
Soaking up sundrops while I wait to dry up and fizz right out, finally.
A locust storm is approaching the horizon line, and today they're hungry for boy meat.
Flesh is picked and the demons grin underneath my skin,
But these things have failed to hurt me for quite some time.
How come it took 20 years for me to want to be alive?
A story of true passion becomes a pit of emptiness hanging on me.
Something needs to get...
550 reads
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How I fell in love with my friend's shoe.
Recently, I've been drawn to the fading blues.
Tragically I've been chosen to worship a God not worth talking to.
Blast from the past, and I'm wearing a stranger's coat
I am awake, but Jesus Christ, do I wish I wasn't.
I'll live alone and cough up my kidneys while watching the last season of How I Met Your Mother.
People often forget to count their blessings,
But I count my cigarettes every day.
My girlfriend doesn't even know me anymore
Tragically I've been chosen to worship a God not worth talking to.
Blast from the past, and I'm wearing a stranger's coat
I am awake, but Jesus Christ, do I wish I wasn't.
I'll live alone and cough up my kidneys while watching the last season of How I Met Your Mother.
People often forget to count their blessings,
But I count my cigarettes every day.
My girlfriend doesn't even know me anymore
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Pollution in the Pores.

610 reads
1 Comment
Cleanse the Non-Believer

689 reads
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Fishing and Hunting and Running and Hiding

718 reads
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A Portmanteaux Mixed with an Abbreviation

590 reads
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Hammers and Nails Have Nothing in Common.
God, how many times have I heard this conversation?
I've made such a big mistake.
The skeletons in my closet have become restlessly annoyed.
I've been stinking up this house for a couple years now,
only to find that I'm still just as unhappy.
It seems pointless to keep on going,
the world is tired of me,
and vice versa.
Keep your words to yourself,
or otherwise tell your friends,
leave me be.
I'm a walking contradiction,
I am quick to disappoint
I am quick to judge
I've fought a thousand wars
And my life seems to just focus on...
I've made such a big mistake.
The skeletons in my closet have become restlessly annoyed.
I've been stinking up this house for a couple years now,
only to find that I'm still just as unhappy.
It seems pointless to keep on going,
the world is tired of me,
and vice versa.
Keep your words to yourself,
or otherwise tell your friends,
leave me be.
I'm a walking contradiction,
I am quick to disappoint
I am quick to judge
I've fought a thousand wars
And my life seems to just focus on...
566 reads
1 Comment
Space, and Other Miracles.
Pass me along, like a stone in the water.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
Call off the search.
I'm in too deep,
I don't wish for anyone to bother.
I know you've been done with me.
I know you don't miss me.
If we could just be
Different people then what we were,
we'd have a different life,
And I'd get along with myself easily.
You buried our love, and hid every shovel in town.
I've traveled the world, learning techniques
on how to dig using my fingernails.
It's no wonder I forgot where it's buried.
I never paid much attention and I apologize.
593 reads
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Unholy Black Flame.

575 reads
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A Dark, Disposable Unit

600 reads
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