And I Never Asked To Be A Poet
and I never asked to be a poet
but when I don't write
I always make a line
it's just a quick decision
whether I cut it
or snort it
and I could make myself bleed
or I could make a living
writing these sad lyrics
and shouting at strangers
doing both is working out
for how long? guess I'll try
to find out, and hopefully
make it out alive
"lyricist" - zero (me)
[it's yet another song draft rather than a poem but ayyyy writing block!!!! ]
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godless children in your churches!
and an atheist f*ggot is teaching them about life!
they are both so dirty and unworthy!
the priest asks for kids who wanna say a prayer
say it loud and proud for the whole church
in front of a microphone for all to see
a dozen little hands shoot up immediately in your eye sight
all of those tiny tired eyes sparkle with hope and faith
for they are still to learn that not even god loves them
the priest does not choose any of the precious children with tired eyes
he chooses a few ones that are dressed appropriately
for church and for the weather
for their age and current fashion trends
a boy who almost never talks drops his head and murmurs
"he's never chosen me yet"
oh is this boy to learn that it takes more than luck to be chosen!
an atheist is asked where god sleeps at night
the answer is far away, just in case
we were to riot at night and he'd have to take blame
an atheist is asked how do we get to heaven?
the answer is, how would I know
god has stated he hates people who love like me
my mother would tell you we get there beautiful and perfect
and I don't believe in your fairytale god
but I believe there's no more ways a child full of hope can be beautiful
but if there's a heaven
if there's a god listening
let death be kinder to these children.
let there be heaven, even if just for them.
let there be warm clothes and shoes without holes
let there be a death, kinder than men
let death be kinder than priests, who can only complain
how unraised they are,
as if we didn't know before
let death take their hands gently and not leave any scabs
let heaven be a place for a better start
• "kids tend to ask hard questions" - zero (me)
there's a bitter aftertaste for every word I swallow
there's a pit in my stomach but it turns at the sight of food
there's an imagine imbedded in my brain that won't go away
there's a fly in my room and I'm afraid it's after my rot
I haven't slept well since the last time I saw you
- getting worse - zero (me)
i will pack up all my life
and leave memories behind
writing a few notes to friends
to make sure I am forgotten
I know I will die one day
my mum raised to believe
if I spill my blood it will be okay
but I won't do this here
I won't rot away
in the same fucking place
who made me die in everyway
i can't Die here- zero (me)
(writer's block hit me like a truck and my life has been so chaotically stoick I hate it. also it's a song draft not a poem but we will ignore this fact)
some time ago already, a month maybe
a cold night and a blue apartment
just the kitchen lit up and just me inside
the buzz of the microwave
and the holler of the wind
and the shake of my hand
and the poorly executed confession
"it's not back, not really. it's just
my brain is a scumbag and it just
wants me to go down, and i just
can't tell it to shut up every time,
you know"
and you didn't before
but you tried your best in the moment
you told me you will be there always
and I appreciated it, like no other
I swear I did
and you told me
"please call me if this ever gets worse"
no idea why, it came back like a curse
you still don't know, noone does, actually
I'll tell you the truth only when you ask for it
because you don't need this in your life
on another cold night, in a lit up apartment
I'm telling you goodnight, far too early
• "tonight I'm going to sleep hungry" - zero [me]
apparently I have 100 likes on this account, which is not exactly a lot considering how many things I posted but I'm still happy about it [:
there's no gratitude in me
I am forever ungrateful
I am the rot that's spoiling this home
yet I am the only one who tries to run away
- zero (me)