BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
To Be Rid Of
Like light and fire,
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
#dark
#death
#regret #UnrequitedLove
#regret #UnrequitedLove
43 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
To Be Rid Of
Like light and fire,
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
#dark
#death
#regret #UnrequitedLove
#regret #UnrequitedLove
43 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
To Be Rid Of
Like light and fire,
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
#dark
#death
#regret #UnrequitedLove
#regret #UnrequitedLove
43 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
10th Dec 2024 2:23pm
To Be Rid Of
Like light and fire,
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
Just a sideways mess.
Playing in sand,
Cupping the glass.
Gripping it tight and letting it last.
Like burning in the cold,
Just a northern wind,
Holding me close.
A mournful spirit,
Destroying self awareness.
Not giving a care,
Just singed my hair.
Piece by piece in morbid despair.
Dive on in and bury the feelings,
Synching one's neck,
draping one in the freezing.
Like soldiers of fortune,
A mirror for your sin,
party to ones whims.
Tourniquet tight, ...
#dark
#death
#regret #UnrequitedLove
#regret #UnrequitedLove
43 reads
Her
Poem Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
My Anger is Black
Nothingness begets nothingness
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
#anger
#dark
72 reads
16 Comments
Her
Poem Published
Today 1:07am
Today 1:07am
My Anger is Black
Nothingness begets nothingness
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
A never ending spiral of bleak matter
You gaze into the void of me
Peering over the edge
Watch yourself
You may be drawn in
Evilness
Death
Sin
Take your pick
It’s where I’ve ended and began again
Cursed and haunted
My cracked soul
Broken
Bloodied
Tormented
Brought me to my knees
Hello Darkness, my old friend
#anger
#dark
72 reads
16 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
Closing Time at the Dead End Pub
Laughter howled from the bowels of carpets
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#unicorns
306 reads
13 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
Closing Time at the Dead End Pub
Laughter howled from the bowels of carpets
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#unicorns
306 reads
13 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
18th Oct 2022 11:13pm
Closing Time at the Dead End Pub
Laughter howled from the bowels of carpets
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
Stained, trodden to the bone, unsanitised….
The Landlord played prodigal son to
Infirmed and illegitimate infants.
Salavation Army tambourines trilled
Redemption against a deftly death score,
Lonely leitmotif asked who should I frame this evening?
A sea of cataract stars seemed open to invitation.
Pat returned from the bar
His leg trailed as a girder through sand.
Red eyes met mine in complicit communion
Even the rain is not brave enough to fall in this town ...
#dark
#TruthOfLife
#unicorns
306 reads
13 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:32pm
Yesterday 7:32pm
The Truth Will f**k You Dry
If you could disappear, I'd be a happy man
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
#angels
#CallToAction
#dark
#hate
#lies
54 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:32pm
Yesterday 7:32pm
The Truth Will f**k You Dry
If you could disappear, I'd be a happy man
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
#angels
#CallToAction
#dark
#hate
#lies
54 reads
8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:32pm
Yesterday 7:32pm
The Truth Will f**k You Dry
If you could disappear, I'd be a happy man
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
What does not kill you, only makes you much more vulnerable for the next time
Take a huge bite of my psychotic addiction
Come a little closer, I'll knife you in the kitchen
Consequences and truth led to your conviction
Trial made up of errors, another crucifixion
Eat it whole
Guzzle it down
Vomit it up
Fuck the ground
The enemy is within you
Kiss your ass, as you are your only friend
#angels
#CallToAction
#dark
#hate
#lies
54 reads
8 Comments
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