LordofthePies

A Poet's Experience

Blood pools
Kids break rules
This is what life is
A series of sayings
A series of doings
Nouns, verbs, and adjectives
Yet nothing saying why we live
We're here
But why
People lie
Eventually we all die
Those are the rules
And a path to a broken heart
So what I get
Is from the start
Life is pain
I stand in the rain
Feeling it's chill
Thinking of ways to make this worth living
But then you walk up
A smile despite the shade
You open an umbrella
You clear my mind
And I realize
To live is to love
And to love is to die

A Poet's Experience

I wait
I wait to die
I watch as days fly by
Life is rushing me
I never have enough time
Yet I have enough to wait
I mark off the days
They go past in a haze
I sit and stay
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting for my chance to die
But is that what I'm really waiting for?
I'm waiting for a reason
A reason to laugh
To smile
To live
Yet when I sit here
Waiting for the sun to rise
It feels like we're all waiting to die

A Poet's Experience

I’m racing at the speed of sound
Nothing is going to slow me down
I’m gone
Quiet as a whisper, quick as a flash
A flash of lightning
A wisp of light passes me by

No matter what I do someone is better
But I’m still flying
Still running as fast as I can
But it creeps into my mind
I have to go faster
Be the best
If I’m not the best than what am I?

I’m nothing

It used to be don’t be last
and feel bad for the guy that was
But now you have to be first
Be first and you’ll be happy
Be first and you’ll get the job
Get the girl
Get the life
But maybe I don’t want that
“Too bad,”
“It’s dog eat dog”
“If you’re not first, you’re last”

I race at the speed of sound, but somebody is going the speed of light.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

I'm going to go ahead and assume this is dead. If something happens please tell me <.<

A Poet's Experience

I swallow what you give me
I eat up line after line
I pop your words like pills
Yet, what you say gives me zero thrills
I work so maybe I can leave this all behind
I work so that I can finally have some pride
But I swallow your medicine
I take your drugs
They make me numb
They make me dumb
Dumb enough to want to stay
Dumb enough to keep me here
To keep me from running away
I sit and think as I take the next drink

They always say don’t drink and die
But I’m done with this life
I just want to feel high
I just want to feel like I’ve got a place
I just want to feel like I can do something
But you keep telling me I can’t
So I swallow what you give me

Hoping I overdose

A Poet's Experience

Before the tears there was something
Before the pain there was something
Before your fighting
Before your curses
Before you
Before you came around the world had light
Before you moved into my life things were finally going right
When you came I died inside
When you kneeled down in front of her I prayed it was a joke
But there you are, standing here
Years later

I wait for it to end
I wait for her to give you up
To finally say she’s had enough
I wait for you to get out of my life
But if I hate you, why am I feeling such strife?
I wait for you to say you’re proud
To say I’m finally good enough
I wait for you to smile at me
To be thankful I’m yours
But I’m scared that’ll never come
So I remember before and I wait for tomorrow.

A Poet's Experience

God is dead and so am I
God is dead, but is that why we cry?
We cry because of the things He left us
He left us dust
All that’s left is ash and bone
He left us to die all alone
I’m done with Him
So I swim
I swim through this trash
A world made of ash
A world that’s dead
Along with the man that made it

A Poet's Experience

This is it
This is what we get
The end of us
Time to exit the bus
I got my story
I got my soul
I want to give you yours
But your heart is a hole
A hole nothing can fill
I shovel in feelings, creating a trill
Words of thanks, praise too
Nothing I do can make you revert from the blue
You’re stuck in sadness and so am I
This is it
The day you die

The League of Bastards

@MikkishtheLeprechaun, are we all in the same place or is it just you and some unnamed person?

A Poet's Experience

The Fury of Aerial Bombardment
BY RICHARD EBERHART
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces
Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces.
History, even, does not know what is meant.

You would feel that after so many centuries
God would give man to repent; yet he can kill
As Cain could, but with multitudinous will,
No farther advanced than in his ancient furies.

Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity?
Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all?
Is the eternal truth man’s fighting soul
Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?

Of Van Wettering I speak, and Averill,
Names on a list, whose faces I do not recall
But they are gone to early death, who late in school
Distinguished the belt feed lever from the belt holding pawl.