Submissions by robertjw4688
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing for about eight years. I mostly write about my struggles with depression and anxiety but sometimes venture into politics, love, and almost every other topic. Most of my influence comes from music.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 3:45pm
1st Aug 2012 3:45pm
Don't Look At Me I'm Weird
It's the fading hours of another week
The city drinks skeletons with orange rabbits
I prefer to inhale mine with some scorched necks
Lose ourselves in coded worlds on disk
A wild desert, a cold continent, a distant planet
Awkwardness subdued like my urge to procreate
Memories made from laughs, not blackened disease
The proles ingest then gush their release
About as much as I reuse poem titles
The city drinks skeletons with orange rabbits
I prefer to inhale mine with some scorched necks
Lose ourselves in coded worlds on disk
A wild desert, a cold continent, a distant planet
Awkwardness subdued like my urge to procreate
Memories made from laughs, not blackened disease
The proles ingest then gush their release
About as much as I reuse poem titles
1196 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 3:44pm
1st Aug 2012 3:44pm
Street Jam
In the square heart of America
I play a harp of arteries and veins
A song of love and prosperity
It freezes society for a moment
Until the politicians start weeping
Celebrities blanket the homeless
This country collapses into the clouds
Just so we can raise it to the stars
Where citizens become painite chains
Wrapped around the hands of dirt
Where the hermits can have an opinion
That matter more than the lying dead
It's a utopia found only in children's books
And a victory worth bragging about
I play a harp of arteries and veins
A song of love and prosperity
It freezes society for a moment
Until the politicians start weeping
Celebrities blanket the homeless
This country collapses into the clouds
Just so we can raise it to the stars
Where citizens become painite chains
Wrapped around the hands of dirt
Where the hermits can have an opinion
That matter more than the lying dead
It's a utopia found only in children's books
And a victory worth bragging about
785 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 3:05am
1st Aug 2012 3:05am
The Art Of Self Degradation
I am a maggot reflected in diamonds
My flesh slowly eaten by rotted bodies
Products of me, the boy with a closet graveyard
Reeking of ghost skin and suicide sweat
Existence put into question by a winged youth
When I disappear in his sniper sights
Sometimes I wonder If I even have a heart
Maybe the butterflies ate it years ago
And I'm kept alive by the tunnel's dim light
That's burning out for my own sake
So I don't have to see the crawling apocalypse
My flesh slowly eaten by rotted bodies
Products of me, the boy with a closet graveyard
Reeking of ghost skin and suicide sweat
Existence put into question by a winged youth
When I disappear in his sniper sights
Sometimes I wonder If I even have a heart
Maybe the butterflies ate it years ago
And I'm kept alive by the tunnel's dim light
That's burning out for my own sake
So I don't have to see the crawling apocalypse
905 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2012 2:00am
1st Aug 2012 2:00am
Based On A True Story
I hitched a ride to the blue coats' haven
To get the knife growing in my gums examined
They injected me with still life and sent me away
I wondered around the area for an hour or two
The world's eyes on me, unwashed and downtrodden
Until I caught a shuttle to an ocean planet
Hung around its orbit until the atmosphere opened
I lit up a smoke to curb the pressure of it all
Some lady came up to me and said "cigarette's kill"
I told her that life kills and inhaled it to the filter
Dove headfirst into the now opened sea
Where I washed the...
To get the knife growing in my gums examined
They injected me with still life and sent me away
I wondered around the area for an hour or two
The world's eyes on me, unwashed and downtrodden
Until I caught a shuttle to an ocean planet
Hung around its orbit until the atmosphere opened
I lit up a smoke to curb the pressure of it all
Some lady came up to me and said "cigarette's kill"
I told her that life kills and inhaled it to the filter
Dove headfirst into the now opened sea
Where I washed the...
706 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 3:43pm
31st Jul 2012 3:43pm
Dead World
The world doesn’t deserve to be saved
It should die slow and painfully
Like the idea of friendship in modern times
Whittled down to money and social status
We tossed our hearts to the bonfire
To keep ourselves warm at room temperature
Replaced them with news tickers and phones
We wonder why we’ve been so lonely
When love is lying unconscious next to us
All we do is take the money from her pocket
And stick our dick in her before she wakes up
It should die slow and painfully
Like the idea of friendship in modern times
Whittled down to money and social status
We tossed our hearts to the bonfire
To keep ourselves warm at room temperature
Replaced them with news tickers and phones
We wonder why we’ve been so lonely
When love is lying unconscious next to us
All we do is take the money from her pocket
And stick our dick in her before she wakes up
844 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jul 2012 3:42pm
31st Jul 2012 3:42pm
Lost Touch
I cannot relate to my fellow man anymore
The soil they walk on has more in common with me
(Stagnancy molded by foot prints and afterthoughts)
They’re too busy worshiping invisible sociopaths
Too caught up in the heroism of poverty genocide
I prefer the poetry of a crimson-stained wrist
Over the delicacy of a three course meal of pills
It will put this garbage heap deep into the ground
To actually be stepped on instead of just feeling that way
The soil they walk on has more in common with me
(Stagnancy molded by foot prints and afterthoughts)
They’re too busy worshiping invisible sociopaths
Too caught up in the heroism of poverty genocide
I prefer the poetry of a crimson-stained wrist
Over the delicacy of a three course meal of pills
It will put this garbage heap deep into the ground
To actually be stepped on instead of just feeling that way
1033 reads
8 Comments
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