Godawful Poems - Poems about Godawful

...Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff. Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk "I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault". Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh, Regrets of a decade, d......Read the rest...

...The grandeur of my life are elusive Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression My free life is cramped by chains of servitude And shout out loud I mustn't Because even the power of my tongue is tie......Read the rest...

...Add #8 'Kimmy's Bliss?' Find yours too (on the yellow brick road)! 'Courage' leads to adventure, 'Brain' lightens your load! But real 'Heart' is the answer we're all looking for, She's a '......Read the rest...

...I awoke again In the same godawful place, With wine bottles on the floor, and egg on my face "Thank Christ" I said... ...I honestly had no idea Since the last time I'd eaten, Where my next ......Read the rest...

...there's magic in dogs of summer, unbridled love of every odor, snapping greedily at buzzing flies, running amok in sweet grass and sky, eyebright, they call the world to play rough games o......Read the rest...

...Peas in the laundry Skates on the stairs Car keys in the trash (put there on a dare) Raisins in the carpet Cheerios in the john Nail polish on the dog Laundry dots the lawn A child lives ......Read the rest...

...this noisy head i live in it just never quiets down theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am about some unpaid bills or parking tickets and some other idiot going on and on about some girl th......Read the rest...

...As February stumbles into March overcast, sometime rain sometimes snow always a raw wind I am consumed by nothingness Adrift in the monotony, a book arrives my chapter p:107- 118. I......Read the rest...

...The demons are consuming me,eating me alive I'm trying to fight but my soul wont survive The devil's kiss is burning my skin Evil is coming out from within I can sense the animosity behind your e......Read the rest...

...She sits there electric as the third rail. Entering Charles M.G.H. but we’re still moving quickly (finally just three of us now). Each disgorged passenger leaves a seat looking back at me ......Read the rest...