Tag Archive | crazy poems
The echoing of clamped metal underneath my rusting feet screams at me, Saying: “Guilty, guilty; you murderer!” And as I step with hesitant, stalling legs, the footprints of blood follow me into the darkness of my mind. There is tainting between my rotting flesh and finger-nails – From clawing debris out of his eyes like […]
How am I supposed to know what’s right or wrong? I’m living life just as everyone else But everyone else – you – you’re all as nothing And everything being nothing makes energy as everything Thus, since everything is energy, everything is nothing Without motion Without emotion We cannot move It’s my turn […]
This is my saddest attempt to try something new The line before really was written in cursive I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry It was destiny for me to […]
What it it that you’re pretending? A slap to the chest – the result of an angered grimace Discomfort to the banana ants I know your story A “never-will-be” type of treatment I see all corners of your glass. Fool yourself with the foolishness of approach Yellow like the bus of “young scholars;” like […]
This sleek glass, oh how it slices through my flesh with ease The painted salvation, it calms my mind It leaves my body at peace I dig canals all around just to designate A worthless pizza-purpose Which is baked with hate Red, red hats are red in my head My head is red.
One Backwards eyelids Shut Two at a time Shoe at a shine Scratch my style Hurry up and take your time A sure impulse Stand away, you cannot do as monkeys Leave my pen without its head Ink my clothes My pockets Cause commotion Ends Connections Inky eyeballs seek attention The stormy night […]
It’s getting difficult to write I don’t even know why I feel like this What do know, though, is that I need to let it all pour out Even if it feels dull now, my writings have given me a title I’m still a nothing, but I’ve touched the lives around me Again, no names, […]