the darkness i feel
crawling up my skin
and fillin up my lungs like
a cigarette smoke
after first inhale
is breaking my bones
taking my breath away like the death upon me
my soul being given to a stranger
who i recall being my lover
bequeath me this darkness
as a reminder that we are still alive
in body because my mind is shut
this living corpse that is left of me
will swing with the wind in your direction
and beg the god for forgivness
for the love i felt for the devil in human form
and still seeking for your touch
Categories:
fillin, emotions, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck !
I just got mi-sen a job.
A mista wants his coal in,
An offed me a bob.
He told me if a hurry up,
A can chop some stiks an all.
But if tha wants another tanna,
A gorra mek um small.
He watched me gerrin coal in,
He anded me a shillin.
If tha wants that extra tanna lad,
Them bags o stiks want fillin.
A BOB and a shilling were the same value
Equivalent to 5 new pence(12 old penny's)
A tanner was 2 1/2 new pence(6 old penny's)
25/6/2022
Categories:
fillin, fun, funny, work, youth,
Form: Rhyme
I thought I was pretty numb, but some s%$# stings.
I'm a peice of s^%$ swarmed by snakes in the grass
People don't ask, because they seen the facts.
Can't hold down **** with the opposite sex.
It's like the daily, 50 missed calls from people who would normally hate me.
I'm my own gravedigger
I've paved the way to make it bigger
So I could drop down hope with my corpse
I was made to live by force.
And who can afford?
A life big enough to sustain our obsessions fillin up
And maybe addiction
And maybe in prison.
More bars than 50 with rhythm
At the end of the day
You have yourself to face
A body tormented by the cells it makes.
And every time you go to hell it takes
One moral from your conscience
They ring a bell and say.
"It's the new coming sinner
Who has Hell to pay."
Categories:
fillin, drug, growth,
Form: Rhyme
Life feels like a mess
Can't relieve my stress
Negative thoughts feel my mind
Feel shitty most of the time
Feel so alone
Like no one's home
I think i'm losin my mind
Need someone to listen
My mind's over fillin
Just can't do this on my own
Unsure of how to help myself
If you know can you please help?
Categories:
fillin, depression,
Form: I do not know?
Waffle House
IHOP
Make me some bacon
Pancakes and sausage
Your breakfast I'm achin
Pitchers of coffee
Sugar and cream
Biscuits and gravy
Fillin my dreams
:)
Categories:
fillin, love
Form: Rhyme
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Famine comes upon black horse
fillin the gullet o’ Deaythe’s strife.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life
Power swings War’s blood red swuird
the weak an’ the old suffice.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Conquest raises mighty bow
crownin’ Kings with rare delight.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s just the price o’ life
on pale horse the banshee rides
binna matter what your fief.
In deayth we fertilize the field
Life is aw an’ Deaythe's real.
*In the style of Robert Burns
Categories:
fillin, death, life, loss, naturehorse,
Form: Quatrain
A tear bubbled and bled
To run warm then cold in the keening wind
Hands too busily working in stinking bait gloves
Were of no use as cheeks reddened in frozen feeling
The pitching and yaw of the hauled in boat added to the stress
The traps had to be emptied and filled
And the sea was not cooperating
No words were said
None were needed
His eyes said it all
No matter that he’d run up on the weather side
God forbid he’d err at all
And this was a minor squall
Finally the traps were done and run out
At least he did that into the weather
Or as close as he could
They had to run North to South
No matter where they were
Huddled in out of the wind
Hands free to wipe the streaming nostrils
On wet cold jeans and suck down
The thermos of hot buttered rum
She wondered if anyone ever thought
Of where lobster came from
Categories:
fillin, life, on work and
Form: Blank verse