This isn’t very dark, but i think we all need a laugh now and then, and if it isn’t laughing with me, then it should be at me, so here goes. Waiting at the bus stop, Sticking out my hand, Those stupid bastards got here first, And now I have to stand. I give a… Continue reading The Knickers Poem
He pushed open the door, the glass crunched beneath his feet. The floor was nothing but a mixture of blood and broken glass, the window had been broken in an attempt to escape or struggle of some form. Maybe they had tried to run away that would explain the small amount of blood over the… Continue reading Reality trip
She was filled with anger, sadness, and despair. Luckily she was quiet, had a beautiful smile, and long blonde hair… She dreamed of a boy..the only thing that made her life worhtwhile..after everynight she cried herself to sleep.
I wnna rip your fucking head off! Everynight I dream of killing you. I can perfectly see the knife peircing your skin. I can see the blood running down your chin.
I walked down the stairs leading to the sidewalk. When I got to the street I bagan walking to my right, passing the old wyno’s hangout. But I was stopped when I heard the raspy voice yell out,
are we really alive anymore? when heroin and crack are all we live for this place where we are is not our home merely a place where Alex once roamed
i watch the sun setting over the ocean but i can barely look this is what we did each night you were my best friend before you realized what i took
He sits there motionless and silent. He just rests in his chair, recollecting upon what he had done. Everything had gone according to plan. Just as they had said.
Is a simple “I love you” Supposed to make everything better? Stick everything together like glue?
This poem is in remembrance of this guy I met, cannot remember his name. There now, that is an insult. By far less repetitive and I even have a rift to go with it. I think I have seen mister twister around. Maybe he would like to see what I have done with it.