Poetry High Poetry

[Noahhatesme]

Oligarchy of my individualism

I endured my dusty knees
Crackling from the unkempt pews
Newtons apple hitting like a wave from parted seas
No thought for the fish
Swept in the current
Ragdoll onto repentance
No redemption received
To cease the shame of knowledge
A rosary tucked in my scaffold

Nights break dawn into slivers
The lunars bend to a point
A soul unsaved
Untarnished
Impaled by crumbs of silver

Rejoicing in my right of choice

 

[tokayeahok]

it’s so cruel
for such a sleepy, sleepy
soul
to be so poise.

i’m ready for christmas this year.

 

[tokayeahok]

he said “i’m a bit sleepy and i lack sophistication”

but forgets

he’s weathered
and loves masturbation

 

[Noahhatesme]

My sandwich arithmetic
With buckles on its knees
Frightened fiction forward
Towards strangers thick as thieves
My overgrown eyelashes
Cower on my shoulders
Pickled on the furniture
Shrugging off the boulders
My aggravated pocket watch
Dancing on the cardboard
Crossing paths with disco breeze
And drawing out their swords
My friendly piccolo
Traded glamor for three buttons
And then I peered to say hello
Before I closed the shutters

 

[nznity]

From a young age,
Looking to fix
Don't know my vice yet
it's whatever that hits

Be it drink
Be it meds
Or syringes in bed
Another lost brother ,laying there dead

Another day passes,
Just like before,
Another stoned sister,
Another young whore

a day for change
let's bring on the pain
doing it stone cold
or reductions in gain.

a few days in
it's always the same
lots of comfort meds
but it drives you insane

four weeks later
now there's some sleep
days now unhappy
It's the sews that we reap

Six months on
now we're home free
watching the box
as she makes the tea

life now dragging on
it's becoming a bore
the mundane tasks
As we try not to score


not sure what happened
now I'm smiling down
another brother in danger
another young clown.

J xx

Relatable asf.

 

[nznity]

thx nznity my first attempt, i enjoyed doing it. x

You killed it for yr first attempt.
Those verses really touched me, I've gone through the same.
Cheers buddy.

 

[broncoseamonkey]

Burned to a crisp
Honey don't wanna get near this
Stoned to the edges of living like a mess
Baby go call Hess they got the gas to make you not care if you pass
Be more original than fishing bass Baby try barracuda
Just another drunken word wisp

Sloppy drunk stoned beyond tolerance being on our side

Cheers

Awful attempt

Slob right now not even dressed

 

[broncoseamonkey]

My sandwich arithmetic
With buckles on its knees
Frightened fiction forward
Towards strangers thick as thieves
My overgrown eyelashes
Cower on my shoulders
Pickled on the furniture
Shrugging off the boulders
My aggravated pocket watch
Dancing on the cardboard
Crossing paths with disco breeze
And drawing out their swords
My friendly piccolo
Traded glamor for three buttons
And then I peered to say hello
Before I closed the shutters

That was great