2002-11-21 - 1:34 a.m.
spent
Pain, piled upon pain
upon pieces of shit dreams
trashed by trashtalkers
forgiven yet still around to fuck up
piece of shit streams
of tears
dont appear to be happening
but inside my heart is screaming
damn her telling me to stop my dreaming
its all real
its what i feel
and taking that away
is a rather shallow fucking play
no kind of clever ploy
its a piece of shit way
to win back a man
that i treat better than you ever can
or could
or will, or would
at least i hope, at least i think
and he agrees
thats what he tells me
so take your mouth
your uncouth piece of shit pedophile talk
and spin, spin on this....
this finger i have pointed up for your ass
and dont think that i wont pass
you one day
and blow your fucking head off
with my smile
because for awhile,
you had what i have
and you held this man
and hes done all he can
to keep himself sane
and i have you to blame
and i dont want to
but tonight im fucking pissed
because im happy
and all that usually transpires with my happiness, is it gets pissed on
and thats no goddamn fun
so cut the shit
this is it
this is my poetical letter
to address your jealous fit
you only deserve to be jealous of what you own
and youre on your own
so fucking die already if youre going to
or live already if youre going to
i love the human race
ive never seen your fucking face
and i dont care to
but if i had to
id want you to be a human too
i want you to be happy
i want you to smile
but you put yourself through pain all this while
pain you didnt care when someone else felt
well now its yours honey
and your time is spent.
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