Gooooo fuck yourself
Honestly I’m sick of you
Keeping me up at all hours talking about nothing
You’re loud obnoxious and it’s my time your consuming
Sucking it back at the same rate you empty my wallet
Shit I’m callin it
QUITS BITCH
I’m done, can’t take it
Every few minutes you gotta be going off about some stupid thing you want
Or inane pop culture references
And you’re fat
Like 42 inches across
Not to mention you gotta weigh a ton
I carried you up the stairs once, should have called a buddy to give me a hand you fat fuck
Which reminds me, quit spewing off half baked political ideas
Making up bullshit poll stats
And forgetting historical FACTS
Sometimes, I want to throw you off the balcony
Just watch you shatter
All your mysterious inner bits blowing out of your body
Even when you’re quiet
You’re bugging me
I keep thinking maybe I’ll turn you on
And something good will come of it
But fuck it
I quit
The ad’s on Craig list
And I’ll sell you for a dollar
I don’t fucking care anymore
CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME?!
GET OUT OF MY LIFE
YOU USELESS BOX
I should take a hammer to you
Do it personally
I’M SICK OF HEARING ABOUT THE ROYALTY
But I can’t give you up
Sometimes, when I’m tired
When my mind hurts from thinking
Your constant murmur consoles me
It lulls me
I can just stare at your vacillating colours
And your incessant noise and voices
Like a world in my mind
Where I am but a fly on a wall
Seeing all
And feeling nothing
But I fear you in these moments
That I’ll never get away
That one day
You’re screen will never go dark
And instead my mind will be silent
also, I am shocked at how fast the spambots found us again
it's almost like some evil being believes poets are the most gullible people.
freaks me out.
just found this peice on my computer, forgot I wrote it, kinda like it right now. figure slap it in somewhere without a whole new thread for it.
What’s this got a hold of me?
I’m wracked by fear and anxiety
Can’t see the light I feel mixed up endlessly
Inevitably sleepless
at nights I curse my self
Hating that I’m helpless
Restless
Got me in the mood to do something reckless
Fuck this
Long nights staring at the ceiling dreaming of being something
Of leaving these bleak walls for a world of open possibilities
Keep my windows open, to let the world seep in and infect me
I’ve been told the world is my oyster, but it seems it won’t open for me
Listlessly I work incessantly or so it feels to me I wish I could be free but the world has other plans for me
I’m useless
Like a plane without wings
I see the world hurtling towards my face
And it seems I can’t care to win the rat race
I ain;t even left the starting block
My soul feels like a rock
Metaphorically fucked
My world’s been reduced to six square blocks
My apartment and the job that pays the rent
I have failed in my own judgement
But at least I got money for beer
That is, money to bribe my fear
So I can press on for another year
Wondering how I ever got here
A dreamer’s nightmare
A dreamer’s nightmare