Poetry Blogs (2020, Pain)
longing for a doll's house,
a teddy bear,
and a ventriloquist puppet.
Longing to be held, comforted, soothed.
Longing for the safety of home,
something to cuddle and a companion.
Longing for the pleasure of play,
the delight in losing oneself in make believe:
I picture myself,
five years old and,
painting in my yellow, plastic smock ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:05 pm
fill me up with cum
or drugs, smoke and rum
or let me use myself
not because i enjoy either
but because i deserve both
- i am a bad person
Tuesday 24th March 2020 11:58 pm
here i sit, again
venting with keys that
not a soul
will ever read,
that will idly hum for eternity
without exisitng ever
it's really pathetic
that i can't take pain
without turning into poetry
i can't even do it well
i miss you so much,
and it hurts
the worst part is that i...
Thursday 12th March 2020 11:56 pm
Alone in this moment I stand.
Leaning against the bathroom sink.
Tears cloud my vision then stream down my cheeks.
I don’t recognize the girl in the mirror.
A reflection of destruction stares back at me.
Everything I’ve been holding back escapes my soul.
I grip the sink and try to fight it.
I’m not Human,
I’m bottled up pain.
I’m held back...
Friday 14th February 2020 2:38 am
Sunday 9th February 2020 2:04 am
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
I'm waiting for the pain
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
I really wish I went to college
I can’t believe I trusted that bitch
But was it love or just a lack of knowledge
Shit hurt my heart seeing my big brother
Cuff a bitch that had mileage
He went to jail, she told him I tried to fuck ha
Ian even have no money
So ion even know why the butch was lying
Niggas buy anything a bitch tell em when they in jail
But damn big Jevo Ian even have ...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 3:37 pm
the pain gets too overwhelming
i find myself sitting alone dwelling
on the past life that led me to drugs
i sit wondering where i went wrong, lost all my friends; im an outcast, i dont belong
and i dont understand why god kept me living
what does all he suffering bring but an eternal hell thatg suffocates me
losing all efforts, it feels like i cant breathe
and the battle goes...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:33 am
it’s 6:21 and when I look out my window from the corner of 29D,
there’s a subtle hue of blood orange outlining what looks like the perimeter of
and a breeze of clouds, lighter than feathers, so thin, as if it forgot to carry the mist it was designed to pour tonight
but that’s okay, because it found itself a new purpose:
your shrewd orange spirit is now perf...
Sunday 5th January 2020 6:22 am