drug and alcohol abuse poetry
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marble
a round tree rolls through blue
you can't even blink that fast
how will you count
stones 1 2 3
how will you play
sticks
flower
as beautiful as her hair
flowing like gardens on sunbeams
balanced across earth as if vines of grapes sing
knocking knocking
just don't know
roots are boots
each bird making rain
ask your brother for drums
now throw the fucking globe
hang crosses like apples feeding worms
drive spikes
give to death your best
just avoid nothing
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
fucking hate you
demons filled in their small box
this is my bloodfield
why can't i stop
dripping bloodthirsty bastards chase after me always
always
do not recollect peaceful days or nights
with effort i am destroying myself as usual
the wanting is aching
pain tests this very willesspower
selfcontrol is as worthless as these shit stained walls
dying with rotten fruit & grotesque trees
yes hatred mirror hangs there crooked all the way
always
always
loathing my alienation
fucking hate you
fucking no care
(this is) fulltilt frothing insanity
please fucking leave me alone
"fucking slice your throat," monsters call
exhausted my own skin
i just drop into surrender
fucking hate you
always i do
always
when was it fun?
it's the god damn demons screaming
kicking me in the nuts
stomping my throat in
i admit a beast of my own is this
just wanna stop
someone or some thing else of many drives my bones on
my magnitude is fractured
even magnolia twists my skull into a pretzel
brittle
fucking hate you
always
the sleep machine chaotic infront of the sun
but now everything is broke
pond death
all steps taken are truly empty
the waltz of alcohol
fucking hate you
the waltz of alcohol
fuck you... you fuck me
waltz of alcohol
always
i fucking hate you
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
i want to kill you
all ever knew were problems
twisterhead goes off like spun pathetic (disarray)
but gentle flowers standfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
gifted wine aint no good here
yeah im goin away
must be, it's all gone (that didn't take long)
four days went bye, not anything
now tonight things change to bullshit
thanks for dwelling in deep shit & piss
in my personal opinion, him & his wine bottles are fucked just like mefor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
i fucking hate you
you're a fucking idiot
imagine glass speajking to flesh like this
or vice a versa
it's all the same sucking bullshitfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
you should be buriedfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
love is a term used loosely
lust, momentarily consumes
heartache lasts forever
passion fades like flames
friends support when you need
foes bring out your truth
one small moment,
one small action,
one thing that pours out these
consuming with vengeful rageThe only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key0 -
beware the brave
a rusty barbed-wire fence
wind beaten frozen
cold under this night's moon alone
somehow still standing fields outreaching hold up each return
witnessed battles torn their meat across you
blood flowing down throats of war
a miserable day
today's sunlight done
gone off in sadness
as a sweeping misshapen wire
is held by one crow
soon he'll come back
the fire will rise & fear will fall
tears here or there
each post of hedge as aged bone
the man of lost & confusion
crawls & begs here
above purple alfalfa's love flower
destruction all around comes down
rain can be so many different jabs
as beautiful as she is
corrosion rolls along
hillside after hillside
touching wind like hair
having nothing but misplacement across
the flesh given is the flesh
ripped out replaced by infection
another brother falls
guns blazing with no sound
all clouds cry
glasses rise
fire goes down
soon another blind bout
where dead brown & yellow weeds have clogged the fencePost edited by chadwick onfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0
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