i went to a new poetry bar thursday, and since it was my first time there, ive written 3 new half assed poems, i thought you,
my dearest dopers and dreamers might get a kick out of em.
WARNING: this is the product of a bottle of vodka and a fist full of pills... you have the right to hate the materials ive shared, but it would only be fitting if you related.
coke and candy
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a spinning masquerade,
intoxicating...
everywhere you turn,
intoxifying...
hungry eyes, masterbating their hungry minds.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP,
(SNIFF)
boots in the air
torso ablaze
synthetic hair
no pride,
no shame...
judgement impaired,
awake for days
destroying this vessel
and
nobody chose to care
DRIP,DRIP,DRIP
(SNIFF)
this is my angry poem. i first filled it with the word fuck
then i switched it from that to beserk, although i cleaned it up
alot it still ends with one final fuck! its called so...
SO...
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beserk the worth of earth and work,
alone with few to hold.
kill the woe with wine and drow,
beserk beserk beserk!
lonely turf of hell on earth,
beserk the world i cry!
from birth its known that youll die alone
so... beserk then fuckin die!
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over doing the overdose
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i feel...
like i feel a fathom deep...
the feeling of being...
is staggered like fucked up me...
some day i will be...
free...
that day i will leave...
behind the leftover...
drugs i lost or passed by.
someday i will be...
better off, someway...
but it looks to me...
that day might be...
my time to go away.
some way i will be....
better off some day...
one day i will be...
and on to this day...
i shall stay...
so fucked up i cant see!
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well thats all for now, ill be at the moon river cafe on thursday, i will have 5 new poems, if you can make it i would like to hear what new dittys you wrote lately... well till then.
bye till then
my dearest dopers and dreamers might get a kick out of em.
WARNING: this is the product of a bottle of vodka and a fist full of pills... you have the right to hate the materials ive shared, but it would only be fitting if you related.
coke and candy
------------------
a spinning masquerade,
intoxicating...
everywhere you turn,
intoxifying...
hungry eyes, masterbating their hungry minds.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP,
(SNIFF)
boots in the air
torso ablaze
synthetic hair
no pride,
no shame...
judgement impaired,
awake for days
destroying this vessel
and
nobody chose to care
DRIP,DRIP,DRIP
(SNIFF)
this is my angry poem. i first filled it with the word fuck
then i switched it from that to beserk, although i cleaned it up
alot it still ends with one final fuck! its called so...
SO...
-------
beserk the worth of earth and work,
alone with few to hold.
kill the woe with wine and drow,
beserk beserk beserk!
lonely turf of hell on earth,
beserk the world i cry!
from birth its known that youll die alone
so... beserk then fuckin die!
---------------------------------
over doing the overdose
-----------------------------
i feel...
like i feel a fathom deep...
the feeling of being...
is staggered like fucked up me...
some day i will be...
free...
that day i will leave...
behind the leftover...
drugs i lost or passed by.
someday i will be...
better off, someway...
but it looks to me...
that day might be...
my time to go away.
some way i will be....
better off some day...
one day i will be...
and on to this day...
i shall stay...
so fucked up i cant see!
----------------------------
well thats all for now, ill be at the moon river cafe on thursday, i will have 5 new poems, if you can make it i would like to hear what new dittys you wrote lately... well till then.
bye till then