oh generation of garbage collectors
toss it out ...buy more
he shoots ... he scores
paper plates ... plastic faced
paper hearts ... what a waste
disposable lives ... biodegradable promises
Her parents abused her, then threw her away.
Sixteen foster homes wouldn't let her stay.
No place where she belonged could be found.
No home for the girl no one wanted around.
Her siblings would eventually disown her too.
She never existed as far as they knew.
Her friends were all users who would all go.
When to them she finally learned to say NO!
The men would use her for money or sex.
Then as quick as they came they moved onto the next.
Or with no reason at all they would disappear one day.
An I'm cheating on you their goodbye text would say.
No one person in her life would stay.
Either they would run, disappear or throw her away.
At the end she was left all alone in this world.
Because to everyone she was just the disposable girl.
I crave that blade that slits my wrist,
I’m not afraid of this.
To ease the pain this wicked way, leave
it be to remain twisted I’m not ok.
Devoted to cut was the motive for blood,
Disposable Love.
The silence of the morning work bells
contrasts the roar of modified Black Marias
to the old and infirm perilously weakened by the virus
it was the sound
of the start
of the beginning
of the end.
He played his riffs at break neck speeds so he never knew his parts
No woman knew his needs so he never sold his heart
Some say he sold his sold his soul laid away at Wal-Mart
He gets to start again but he doesn't know when to start
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
She prayed night and day that he'd be home to stay
He never needed her except when he needed laid
Now he's drunk again every night and day
And from Jack's grip he'll never get away
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio
He's always turning the dial
Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio
Never listens never smiles
The world looks empty, no lights on in the windows
Just like the window to my heart,
Dark and empty. Heartless.
A single car drives by,
A sleepy driver and half asleep passenger.
Reminds me of relationships these days,
Everyone getting bored. Tired.
A stranger throws his empty coffee cup on the ground,
That's how I feel, thrown away and forgotten. Disposable.
I try to rid these feelings, but they are demons,
Stuck in my mind, slowly taking over me.
And they're stronger than me. They've won.
Euphoric embrace, feelings rare
exquisite night, hypnotic air.
Relinquished will, impulsive dare
intimate thoughts, emotions flare.
Burning desire, entangled pair
scrumptious kisses, bittersweet snare.
Passionate vows, dreamers declare
forever faithful, lovers swear.
Sensual whispers, sweethearts blare
spinning magic, memories share.
Reality stings, lies prepare
truth interprets, wishes compare.
Lingering doubts, fuel despair
torrential tears, forgotten care.
Faltering dreams, bewildered stare
disposable love, Cupid's lair.
(Monorhyme)
3/12/2017
lady likes bundt cake
i prefer crustless cheesecake
cannot find a fork!
“You need a disposable organ
Said his glum doctor Guten Morgan
"I need meditative piss"
"I hate oil and amber-grease"
"You can use cheese into the bargain"
Throw away trash
is how you feel.
So sorry I
let it get this bad.
Oil and water
can't mix
and I agree
for fire and gasoline
are deadly
but...
you are not
disposable.
You take good care of her
and still have time left for the rest of us.
Thank you.
I was trying to be
one less name on your long list
so I floated around your stratosphere
thinking I'm just one more problem.
I've learned...
no one roots for you.
No one calls out your name as you run by
or hands you water when your mouth is dry.
But when you're not there
we look everywhere
even under your usual chair
wondering where you might be.
We notice.
I notice.
Disposable?
Not even close.
left out as kids at school
live as outcasts the goldern ruel
disappeared from the radar
into the shadows of hell
how i hated the sound of that bell
human punchbags thats all we are
born to silence and disapointment
as disposable heroes we do stay
beconed and taunted by kids at play
Thinking of you is killing me.
I wonder why this had to be?
Can't you see I'm on one knee?
I want to be your family.
I'll search for you from dusk till dawn.
Your my queen and I'm your pawn.
I'll sing to you the sweetest songs.
Trinket of my masters hand.
I am not stone I'm just a man.
Bury me in the sand.
I'll forget you I know I can.
It will take time to heal my heart.
But that's okay, it's just a start.
Your face is like a work of art.
I think it's time for us to part.
Back in the world of disposable
Emotions I fall apart
But what are emotions anyway?
Disposable?
Maybe.
Yes.
I don’t know.
In their own world?
Most definitely yes.
I am ashamed of past.
I tell hardly anyone about it,
And few if any know the truth.
I live in a world surrounded by pain,
But blanketed in pleasure
And covered in ice.
I am more secluded than a monk,
And even I don’t truly know who I am.
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