Anger
Jet's first poem! I never thought I could be so angry that I start to see red but somehow you forced me to this point, I looked up to you once upon a time but now those times are gone as you’ve hurt my friend in such
Jet's first poem! I never thought I could be so angry that I start to see red but somehow you forced me to this point, I looked up to you once upon a time but now those times are gone as you’ve hurt my friend in such
Shots of joy Glitter scatters in my belly Liberated and adrift I yearn to touch the knife An idealized future A dream takes shape A temporary high The cake is baked Another slice Raw nerves exposed Numbness follows suffering More files for my cabinets Mistakes are a promise living makes
Little Shroom Pequeña seta argenta, bañas de plata con esporas de tinta el papel alba No te rindas nunca con la poesía 👍
Stick to my senses Liquid gold babygirl Baritone voice My inner world swirls Wrap me in knots Steel arms like vines Fall in love with him Restart my mind Flood my veins with memory We're off to a dishonest start Uncover a sheltered yearning Cocoon my injured heart
I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I don’t need you to survive I wanna come alive I’m waiting I’m waiting I need you to thrive The fear in my heart is racing A fire I can’t put out These endless white walls
Spec's first poem! They teach me they aren't honest They teach me their claims aren't true They show me I mean nothing That our relationship has fallen through Then I meet better people Though no more honest than the rest They first make me
Why skip to the end When I’m barely beginning Stuck on what’s happened Worried for what’s coming My present evolves A glimpse at peace When death whispers Birth is a scream Promise to still the sway of my hips But I’d rather follow the force of
Rip out my lungs Fill them with tar Paint me with needles so I don't go far Cover my ears Swallow my song Make me believe I belong to someone Cut out my heart Open my thighs Intoxicate me with your beautiful lies Pull out my teeth Pin
Compose is a strange word for this Making my own evidence Scars on my heart take shape Words on my page bleed out No rhyme or reason Only the arcane