May 2012
14 posts
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Lonesome In My Home
I keep staring at the door expecting you to burst through. But you won’t. I have to tell you babe this house seems a lot bigger without you here, and a whole lot quieter as well. The kitchen seems a lot colder since you’re not there to welcome me with a breakfast every now and again. The living room is sad too. I don’t watch any TV anymore. I only watched shows you liked anyway....
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The Short Drop
The perverted life of mine was created on March 12th 1997, I was just 12 years old then. A normal 12 year old, slowly entering puberty, learning about all those things, sex, girls. Everything was going according to plan; I lived with my family in a small town called Red Falls. We lived on a farm on the outskirts of the town. Everything was great until that night, until that god-forsaken night.
My...
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silent night broken you threw my writing outside into the dark street I stood under the window my poetry in motion
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Suicidal Contemplations
I’m terrified of heights And the world looks so scary When you’re looking from a ledge So jumping is not an option. Hanging seems a cool way to go It’s barbaric and brutal; But people may shit themselves While they choke to death And I’d hate for some to find me All shit stained and smelly. The pill is the easy way out It’s too girly though I need to go out like a...
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Behind Green Eyes
Her smile was radiant She’d often flash her pearly whites And her walk was confident as any. She’d crack jokes all the time And yell and scream Showing everyone how happy she was. But her big green eyes told a different story They sang the blues Pure, unfiltered, rotten dirty blues. Blues is the music of my life So I would lose myself in her eyes I’d gaze into them for hours at...
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Ugly on Beautiful
I’d like to write for you I’d really like to describe you in breathtaking detail Name your hair in colors I never knew existed Compare my love for you with metaphors Use profound allegories and long words Describe the feeling in my stomach when I see you. But I can’t; I’m a simple man I write ugly. Even if I knew all the words on the world And the names of all the colors If...
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Babe you ever seen westerns. You know they use to shoot horses with broken legs. Now days they euthanize them. You ever seen a zombie or a war flick. One of the group gets sick. Everybody knows he’ll die. He’s just slowing them down. So he tells them to leave him. He just tells them to go.
Well I’m telling you babe. We can’t do this anymore. No point in our disgusting...
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Hardboiled 2
Fuck babe, you really hurt me You’ve managed to hurt me more than 20 years on the force Two failed marriages And an early retirement. You’ve managed to make me feel miserable So miserable I feel like crying And I’ve never cried babe, never Not when I walked into that bullet in 99’ Didn’t cry when that guy broke my jaw in 01’ And you’ve made me feel...
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Hardboiled
I should have seen it coming Legs that went on for days Big locks of curly red hair A wicked smile, plump lips She was trouble. But she loved me for what I am She explored my scars with her lips She traced my birthmarks with her fingers Not even the smoke and whiskey drove her away She didn’t like it sure, but she wasn’t one to pass judgment. And I fell for her like a fool I am...
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One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
This cute little waitress comes over to my table, and she’s shaking her hips as she walks, pouts her lips when she comes over. She’s a looker alright. She doesn’t even need to flirt with me for the tip, I’d gladly tip her. So, she looks at me and asks, “What will it be sugar?”
“One bourbon, one scotch and one beer,” I tell her.
“You expecting...
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Bully
Imagine your stomach turns every time you enter your school. Imagine you search for him around the hallways, and your heart skips a beat when you see a guy with a similar haircut or jock clothes. You are walking down the corridor of your high school, and he is still nowhere to be seen. But then, you see him. His sitting down on the floor, his back against the wall. Two of his girl friends around...
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Little Stream Called Life
There is a stream near my house Dirtiest of streams one could imagine It’s colored in shit brown and oil black It smells of rust and garbage. People threw stuff they didn’t need Into that poor small stream; They fed it their garbage They forced it upon this small stream. But this stream isn’t like this everywhere It springs out in the mountain towering the town It comes out cold,...
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most gentle of squeezes
all it takes to destroy life
innocence is lost
in a single split second
never to be claimed back
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Walking Blues
My bed was cold this morning You left under the cover of the night All your things were gone And even some of mine. First thing, I looked for my shoes Cuz I had that bad walking blues I left the door unlocked and ajar You took everything that mattered after all. I walked for miles and miles Till my feet got swollen up and blue I took roads I never dared before I swam the river where we used to go....
April 2012
16 posts
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Big Bill
I was just walking down a busy street minding my own business when I saw an old black man. He sat on a small chair, guitar in hand. Even though it was really hot outside and I was sweating in a light shirt, this man wore a suit. It was an old suit, patched up hundreds of times. If suits could talk this one would have much to tell. On his head was a matching, ragged hat. I could tell he was hot by...
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Barefoot Dancer
barefoot she danced so graciously in our room her feet tapped light keeping me awake for long oh how I loved that sound she’s gone now but the sounds echo at night haunting me forever not letting me shut my eyes just like she used to do
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days feel like quicksand
with each day I sink deeper
nothing to grab near
as the sand rises higher
until it swallows me whole
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when the rain falls down
I don’t use umbrellas
or cover myself
I hope rain washes away
everything that burdens me
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Nightly Encounter
A warm and wet lick woke me up from my drunken haze. Gradually I opened my eyes and saw my dog licking my face. I propped myself up in the bed; a bottle rolled over the edge and fell to the floor. A look at the clock told it was 2 AM in the morning. I was pretty much out of it for some time, somewhere after my 2nd bottle I went to sleep. My dog, a cross of german sheppard and something else looked...
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Lonesome in My Home
Lonesome in my home
Suicide flashes through my mind.
I just need a rope
But, funerals cost a lot
And that I can’t afford.
