I'll start. orange you glad i am not dead i say as i look down at death sinister smile and all Looks that make you crawl
Eyes red as tainted blood Grip of a thousand storms If only that were my truest self after all It all fades away, but there still remains truth
There it is, moose standing above my reflexion once more watching myself grow old
Alexander Rogers
tribal, rituals to cope, to be secretive to not be understood, no code mystic communication feeling no contracts, no bills, no curriculums just awareness immediate and rounded
Chase Sullivan
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Asher Turner
I neEdEdD s0MetHiNg t0 WRITe WItH U say shit? I Ain't saint shit I'm My own freE bitch Shh. Hear that? Hear what? RADIOHEAD
Mason Lee
Make the next one your suicide note please.
Sage and hide.
Tyler Sanchez
>orange you glad i am not dead Made me kek
Michael Hill
Reverse the tide that sucks at fingertips, makes vision numb, suckle on blindness I can't bear seeing any more I want to etch out but my fingers, they can't
Solemn solid water slips down my throat Alchemically, how do I join with another human A distaste for jurisprudence, affinity towards nonsense, rationalizing rashes until they sublimate
Hunter Cox
Op is a faggot. This hell called Veeky Forums, I've had it Never thought it would be this way But ops words have turned me gay. Now i want to burn this word, But I'll cry in my basement, while my trap lover enlarges my bum. So long, farewell.
Joshua Mitchell
Brushing my teeth In a cloud of shit stank. Ah! I own a face!
Evan Baker
I wrote this poem called Mr jones and then it turned out it was a song by the counting crows.
Jayden Allen
>Orange you glad I am not dead
Levi Martinez
As the dry ash wisps up from my abandoned road Abandoned by my old neighbors, I visited to warm their home My memory betrays me and through steel walls inches thick Rest the corpses of my love for life and the delight only within One rubs its sockets, long since dry, his lover left him before he died The others face, post mortem dashed With furrows of bitter anger, but all rests in ash
James Scott
THE VOICE!!!--- arriva piano And then it tumbles Like the fucking sun DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Jonny is he sleeping john Are you sure THE SUN LIKE A MILLION OF WHORES IN THEIR WOMB MY CUM john aimscherd i'm scared jhon Little jonny with his big dick I'm scared He maybe he can hurt us sigh (Cries like a cunt) IMGONNASLITYOUBEN sono felice Molto fatto JON and then They trow me on the stairs Down Down Down
Carson Morris
I have never, not once in my 26 years, been high.
Unless you count drugged up to your eyeballs on antipsychotics, put I never wrote poetry while that was going on.
Jackson Ramirez
I avoid drugs, alcohol and even cigs because I have an addictive personality, and my grandpa struggles with alcoholism so I know what it looks like when that shit fucks you over. Kinda wanna try some real hard shit once, just to traumatize myself and remove the allure.
Ryder Wright
>that pic holy shit, youtube comments are really the best place to find autists
Ryan Young
I never did that, poetry are for faggots and so are drugs.
Sebastian Foster
>>/pol/
Joseph Torres
Yeah, addiction runs in my family also. My great grandfather died in a hospital in the 70s, having been there for the last 40 years of his life, as a result of alcoholism following WWI. Pretty much abandoned my grandfather in favour of drink.
I'm leery of the hard stuff, don't even have alcohol. Sadly addicted to benzos because of a bad set of circumstances and a choice made by my psychiatrist. Keep away from them if you can.
Daniel Morales
Need eye drops Teeth brushed and freshly applied deodorant No part of me smells like kush but the red eye says 'WEED' all over it
William Bailey
The long quiet earth Under the loud sun
Sungold on fins, breathing through blood, the creature writhed on the deck.
Many cobbled night winding Moth mouthed halogen breath, Gas flambent and warm Hanging by roads roads roads In their thicketed