Poetry Blogs (self loathing)

A trophy
The kind you'd drink from to feel the fire line your insides
But not the kind you'd put up on the mantle

It doesn't take a hero to win
But it does take one to lose
And your mind will follow suit
And I will follow you

Gold plated;
Never real gold
Just a shine to cover up all the copper in her eyes
And the broken bones that calcified
And the wrists covered in scarlet dye 
An...

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I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
That's all I can say for now.
You're selfish, you're heartless and nobody wants you around.

Why would anyone ever like a selfish cow like you.
An inconvenience, a burden and a terrible person to be, too.

I wish I could forgive you but I can't stand your sound.
You're pathetic, you're ugly...please just don't come around.

You can cover your ears and deny w...

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I saw a news report

it upset me so much

I mean so much

it upset me so much

You know what I did

I wrote a poem

I wrote a poem

I thought that’ll teach the bastards

Once they see our poetry

they’ll piss their pants

they’ll quake in their boots

they’ll stop dropping barrel bombs

Our wordy solidarity

will fortify their crippled souls

It’ll b...

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She, 

 is not yet an old soul. Such apprenticeship has not yet begun.

Studiously she watches as you cite your second hand wisdom. 

Bested by her innocence,  such familiar nostalgia withers like the thick layer of dust it hides beneath.

Shaken and bruised like brine against an ice cube,  the vermouth of your ideals is poured into an ill fitting glass.

Left feeling dirty you turn to d...

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Sycophantic,

word-pedantic

dictionary whore.

Your literary vacuum

leaves me wanting more.

Your spewing words

thick with rot,

from something ill ingested

tie my patience like a knot,

intestines worm infested.

You’re like a stain of afterbirth

stillborn and flushed away,

I’d write a book about you

if I thought that it would pay.

As it is,...

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I keep telling myself not to take it so serious
All this time wasted and I’m left delirious
As old as bones and as cold as stones
Now I’m not sure I should be left alone
Free to think of me with wealth
Drunk, stoned and stupid
And in perfect health

Step out the door
Leave the brain on the shelf
Tonight I don’t see it being much help
A thought there then here
‘What was that?’
Don’t worr...

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Like a Viper in  the Mind

It slithers chillingly inside the brain

The unfortunate one senses its growing presence

As it sinks its venom deep int o the subconscious

Making the bitterness taste sweeter

The soul becomes lost as the venom takes hold

Self loathing and resentment manifest in the poison

Until in  desperation decisions are made

To seek help and self comf...

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