Poetry the last poem

[Snafu in the Void]

suicidal flashbacks
let's go for a ride
the steel cuffs are off
now it's time to get high
Snafu is always the felony
or so they keep telling me
a mean motherfucker
a thief of memory
a shell of a man
or whatever he tried to be

remembering that I'm myself
sabotaging my own health
I grit my teeth and try get sleep
slaving on my imagined beach
I swing away at my own self
lies never come for free
and tragically, I'm indebted to me
I'm not sure if I'm oil
or the water or a bother
I'll inevitably become my father
in this weather

the sober light tends to burn my skin
and I'm not sure if I'll ever win
I guess I drink to forget the past
but it ends up making time move fast
let's lock it up and hide the keys
and pay my soul it's rental fees
but those ghosts will never find my dreams
and maybe some day I can find my wings
this may be the last poem I ever write
one of these days I may end up losing the fight


(I am not suicidal or anything I just felt like writing about going to jail again and my current mood. I'm taking a break from BL. Love you guys.)

 

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Yet again I wanted to quote the whole thing, but;

suicidal flashbacks
let's go for a ride
the steel cuffs are off
now it's time to get high

This hit home hard.

a mean motherfucker
a thief of memory
a shell of a man
or whatever he tried to be

I absolutely love this part. The simplicity genius, the raw honesty of it too.

I grit my teeth and try get sleep
slaving on my imagined beach

This evokes very vivid pictures for me, for some reason.

the sober light tends to burn my skin
and I'm not sure if I'll ever win
I guess I drink to forget the past
but it ends up making time move fast
let's lock it up and hide the keys
and pay my soul it's rental fees
but those ghosts will never find my dreams
and maybe some day I can find my wings
this may be the last poem I ever write
one of these days I may end up losing the fight

I couldn't pick a sentence. Jesus, good shit man.


Awesome dude, I really like it!

 

[Joey]

suicidal flashbacks
let's go for a ride
the steel cuffs are off
now it's time to get high
Snafu is always the felony
or so they keep telling me
a mean motherfucker
a thief of memory
a shell of a man
or whatever he tried to be

remembering that I'm myself
sabotaging my own health
I grit my teeth and try get sleep
slaving on my imagined beach
I swing away at my own self
lies never come for free
and tragically, I'm indebted to me
I'm not sure if I'm oil
or the water or a bother
I'll inevitably become my father
in this weather

the sober light tends to burn my skin
and I'm not sure if I'll ever win
I guess I drink to forget the past
but it ends up making time move fast
let's lock it up and hide the keys
and pay my soul it's rental fees
but those ghosts will never find my dreams
and maybe some day I can find my wings
this may be the last poem I ever write
one of these days I may end up losing the fight


(I am not suicidal or anything I just felt like writing about going to jail again and my current mood. I'm taking a break from BL. Love you guys.)

Okay Ill see you around.

 

[JessFR]

I love you man, you know I'm here if you wanna talk or if I can help in any way.

 

[FixXxer]

Hope you're not gone too long. Will miss ya til then