Friday, August 21, 2015

How Could You

How could you just

Flick a switch and go silent

When you've made home in my veins
And your exit will be fucking violent

How could you just 

So calmly ignore all that I've said

When your words still ring in my ears 
And your thoughts fill up my head

How could you just

Expect me to not cry and whine

When your absence has left a hole in me

And now I'll never be fine

Thrice you told me no 

And you told me to go

But even if I drown myself

I'll drift up at your shores

(Wrote on my tumblr, cross posted here)

Monday, July 13, 2015

I wrote this poem for you

  • See, I wrote this poem
  • If you’ll listen to it, I’ll read
  • You sweetly tell me “later”
  • You’re busy watching TV
  • We both know there won’t be later
  • It hasn’t been here since ‘13
  • You’ll forget but I’ll remember
  • All the things that haven’t been
  • If you think that I’ll feel guilty
  • Then, Mrs., I’ve got news for you
  • If you won't listen to my poems
  • I'm sure someone else will do
  • (cross posted from my tumblr)

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Chainsaw Forest

You'll hear it before you see it
They're always on
You'll fear it before you be it
Don't dare to go there alone

Behind the hill
In the valley
By the stream
Lies the forest

All of them hear
The noise that never ends
All of them fear
But everyone pretends

Maybe we could meet there
Weave our way through the whirring spines
Maybe we could bleed there
Fuel the ground for some more time

This world is a chainsaw forest for me and you
It hungers, screams, lusts for bloody fuel
We could be careful as fuck as we tread through
While we wrap wicked wounds with weary words

For you, because you love alliteration. 

Friday, May 22, 2015

the dogs of darkness

i miss your fucking streets
miss the dogs of darkness
guarding everything 
that didn't give a fuck about them

i miss your fucking bullshit
your erratic weather
every time it pissed rain 
every time it got hot as hell

i miss your fucking sunsets
when at 7 PM
the sky went insane
for a minute or two

most of all i miss myself
i miss being in you
breathing your foul air
kissing the dreams away


i spent a lot of night walking through the streets with just dogs for company. they were all good dogs. they never bit me, that's good enough.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Fistful of Dust

Doctor, sir, professor,

We must open this man

There are things inside him

That the others don't understand

He's got his eyes fixated

His pupils dilated

His tongue is black

I think he's had a heart attack

Now that he is dead

We'll get into his head

While it might sound sick

We'll find what makes him tick

There is blood inside him

Some flesh

Lot of bones

And this something unknown

Sir, this fucker doesn't even have a heart

He is totally, completely missing this part

Just a fistful of dust where that organ should be

Just a fistful of dust

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Kill All Poets

This has to be done

Not tomorrow, not day after
Not next month, or next year
The time is not near
The time is here

(right fucking now)

We're going to round these fuckers up
Put them on their knees in a dirty playground
The line will go for miles and miles
But we have the time

All these rhymers
Free flow junkies
Dying old timers
Iambic pentameter monkeys

What you loved has finally found you, motherfucker
Now it's going to kill you all
Steel will fill your head till your thoughts leak out
It will beat you to death with a fucking dictionary 


that's all i have to say.