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Car Radio

They stole my car radio
Meaning they stole my only viable soul
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Sing along with Bruno Mars
Create my own fucking sorrowful lyrics
They stole my soul
AKA my car radio the other day
I'd rather just sit here in silence than listen to other people make fucking promises
That's where my heart resides
In all my stupid promises that I align
Looks just like a broken arrow-
Split in two

I wonder where my beating heart is now,
My car radio is somewhere with Lucifer and Hade
I know because I'm constantly burning up inside
This shitty world is too fucked up
We want to stop cancer
Yet we sell it cheap in the form of cigarettes 
No ID needed
Facial hair hides the smile and facial features
I know you have a baby face under that 'stache,
But I'll let you off with a warning
Give me three bucks for two and get the hell out of here...

Get the fuck out of here like my car radio
My heart's just floating now
In a sea of damn lies and desires
I want to say I love you
But what the fuck is that going to do to our friendship?
I'm pushing buttons
Trying to figure out the code to unlock my true potential
The buttons are gone though,
They were on my car radio
The ones on my heart are too far gone,
Not even Aphrodite can touch them... And she's a fucking myth along with Cupid
I hate this love shit
I hate writing curse words,
But they're the only thing I know how to do write.
I should be left-handed,
I don't know how my brother got the genes and I was skipped
FUCKING skipped!
I want my music back AKA my car radio
My heart can explode 
I don't really give a fuck anymore
Oxygen's a fucking waste
It only keeps me alive as I live in 
The only thing left to do is pull the trigger
I don't want to be mental anymore
I mean life support sucks
I can't right anymore
I make mistakes on purpose,
But to tell you the truth...
This is all hypothetical
Maybe this will be my fucking thesis when I become a senior,
But for now
I have to write because I'm right-handed, my heart will always belong to me, and my car radio will forever continue to play.

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2016


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  1. Date: 6/16/2016 4:52:00 PM

    Interesting write John..