#botchedpoems

[internalearthquake]

why do i miss you?

i think back on the times we shared

the good ones and the bad

the fun times and the sad

a mutual split we thought best

this separation made me whole

i grew, bloomed, and healed my soul

i’m a well-rounded individual

i have matured at my own pace

reached goals without any heartache

until now

why do i miss you?

you were a significant part of me

before we found our own streets

i can see clearly now

we aren’t meant to be,

but i can’t help but think of you

and thank you for all the memories

[bruiseypeach]

drown me in the tub,

when you're finished kiss me gently

fill it up with rose petals and love,

i need to feel it cleanse me

hold my head down

in the lukewarm bath,

sweet scented water,

i will feel its wrath

rosewater tinted pink,

it makes my pale skin seem to glow,

you can baptize my body as I sink,

but just don't touch my soul

[whatafkncunt]

1-4 stages

1.

It was only a

matter of time anyway.

I need a hobby.

2.

I went to bed like

"Thank God! Finally! No more

Hung shoe or held breath."

3.

Nestled in my hand

A baby bird just freshly hatched

I break its neck and throw it back

Before it learned to stand

4.

So what the sun says, "you're fucking creepy and

everyone wishes you were dead".

The sun can go fuck himself. What an absolute cunt.

[sike-n]

[ceeslife]

Remove 

the bars of conformity‘s cage. 

Peer

through the depths to the soul’s dwelling.

Illuminate 

the dark corners where authenticity crouches 

despairing of ever seeing days. 

Repel 

feel the dirt and muck of shame and failure. 

Inhale

the dank breath of broken dreams. 

Here 

beneath the surface is where I live.

“What Lies Beneath”  ©Cee Hunter, February 1, 2018

For more of Cee’s writing, check out “Family Secrets”

[commonalex]

Faces in static

you chatterboxes bore me can't keep up with what you say can't care less 'bout what you think of me I don't need your help or any hospital bed neither some fresh air nor my running shoes leave me be in my shell made out of concrete and despair leave my health right where it is   fuck your pills, don't waste my time   your temp solutions look like shit and you should know cause after seeing your bland pale faces and your bland little jobs inside bland briefcases I'd rather keep seeing your asses in static

[enigmaticlordkilpatrick]

Meeting

Let's dive into our unified consciousness

When our minds meet I feel the floor evaporate

We are soaring through thin air

But still sitting on your bed

Out of body experience

So carefree, so delirious

You show me new planes of existence

The trust we share has made a dimension just for us

Time loses meaning and in an instant stars are born, die and collapse

And still the light from your eyes never flickers out

Let's stay here

Just you and I

[theslvatorediaries]

Sorry

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for everything.

For not realizing what I was feeling,

What I was doing,

Sooner.

I’m sorry for becoming the type of person I hated more than anyone,

Someone distant,

Someone cold.

I’m sorry for putting you through the same cycle

Time, 

And time,

Again.

I’m sorry for talking about a future, 

One I never really believed in. 

Letting all your hopes for us flow from your mouth like a waterfall.

But

You knew me.

I put you through hell.

But you came crawling back,

Every time without fail.

Like some delusional disciple to a cruel god.

Well,

I’m no god

But I pray 

You know that now.