I Burn I heat, I steam, I crash, I smash, and I bash. I sear, I boil, I singe. I could set you aflame, scorch the very earth you stand upon. I have left people in ashes. No better feeling. If you were a tree I would strip you down. Bark by bark, branch by branch. With my ax I’d chop you down, with a whack, whack, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Timber! I would watch you fall with glee, grinning ever so wide. And I would burn you. Oh what a release it’d be. I would pile your broken, decrepit pieces into a nice tipi formation. I would light you asunder, bring out a flame so large it rivals the sun. You could burn but I’d burn harder. Hotter, and bigger. I would sound the reveille, once you turn to smoke, to ash. Til it’s nothing.
And so am I.

I know it's almost time to stop.

Leave you be, whether it to be loved or rot.

Holding anger won't let me heal, it won't make the pain stop.

But for me, sometimes it's like I get off

Holding onto the last emotion that reminds me of you,

Cause God knows I don't love you anymore

Your words were all lies,

But how could this be all that was in store?

Somehow bla bla bla, your addiction, my addiction, something something more

I need to stop checking your socials and leave this at the door

It's not like you think about me anymore

Sucking off your husband while I fuck another whore

I wish my life wasn't a tale of truces not causing wars

I just always want more more more

One day I'll have my wish to be something more

Regardless I'm trying, for I can not afford,

The mental tax of wishing I could understand this ajourned,

Lession to not fuck someone you signed services for

Illegal pussy isn't better it's just a messier way to find some hurt

The weather blows you

nicely swallowing my eye

your rise my lips tonguing true truths

the dark and the blue and your crypts

write me your boo kiss each file saved and

scary cumming summoning sometimes misbehaved

you're due tired and through

ready the voices this crew

gangs all here jerking and thin

sealed letters comical unaligned with this day

my daily bread sandwiched between

their words, your say

my hymn broken and grey

melody wet behind ears

even in old years, young songs still deer

i pray for you for prey I sing to you, am cray

for sirens lyrics in dismay

hurt me take me away

im dancing on beat and in sway

im bleeding how about you stay

cringing drowning at bay

i take you with me

come lay

scream with me

it's okay

2 years now.
Showed up just after.
Made me wonder if you were right,
About more than just that.

I didn't face the facts about this,
It's undeniable now.
Maybe someday you'll see,
Where I spoke truth, too.

Call it serendipitous,
I excised it successfully.
2 days after
I decided to heal.

The tunnel is gone,
You are gone.
I can't stop either
From coming back.

The former would suck,
But I would live.
The latter would be admissible,
And I would live.

No matter which one,
I don't have to engage.
You know I transfix,
But never again.

I have made a vow,
To myself.
I will not let hidraden... hinderances
Control my life.

So here is to me,
Tunnel free.
A life hereof,
Guided by self-love.

Still no longer yours,
P.A.A.R-F-R

I hope that when I go forever to sleep, And my father, and his forefathers i meet, That when I lay down in front of the Lords feet, Hopefully it's your image I'm rewarded to greet. For life so full of toil and pain, Endless storms and pounding rain, None brought me comfort quite like the sound of your name. For while I go to wherever is next, Bewitched I shall be under your hex.

What's it like?

To reap what you sow.

High like a kite? Or burroughed below?

You carry the power to catalyze change.

Directing the boomerang with your proposed range

Impacting our perception of home

Influenced by your idiosyncratic dome

Gauging the wind maximizing spacial trajection?

Or focused on flexing the muscles drawing outsider inspection?

Collective perception creates the community

Ironically isolated or promoting unity?

Concealed lessons shared by those wise

Knowing that certain tricks will capture the eyes

Everyone gets a chance to go

But is it truly a chance to reap what you sow?

Locked in a paradigm that believes labor is dough

But to the untrained eye, it's a shit throw

Pill pressing intending to cause addiction by Big Pharma

Bodies in bags, yet a financial penalty = Karma

I want you to love me And to respect me is a must Please be afraid to lose me and be The one that I can trust

Hold my hand when we walk Look deep into soul when we talk

When you are writing all ur songs Make me ur muse I'll sing along Tell the world it's me you love Feind for me I'm ur favorite drug

Confess ur love every day Always look at me that way Think of me in everything I do Try not to be the reason if I'm blue

If you do these things You dont know how perfectt well be Prove to me your love is true And no one will ever love you like I do

When all there is, is words

Swimming across the rip

Yearning for them to flow like a flood and beyond

your control ,

Deliver you to soothing warm waters.

Left clinging to the trickle.

Questioning personal worth , comparing myself to those ,

who even in mediocrity

Clearly must deserve more than I .

fucked in the membrane

born insane

it's all the same

i hate your game

would you have cared

if I wasn't lame

coward and scared

your name

enjoy my time

your fame

A poem about my love for music. It has taken me years to complete this masterpiece.

The song was so right
When I first heard hard rock
I was rock hard all night
So I murdered my cock

With the very first riff
I became very stiff
And after it played
My dick had been slayed

It sounded so good
The beat was so true!
I pounded my wood
I beat meat black and blue

Was it the tones
Or mere lack of silence
That awakened my bone
And brought on this violence?

Yes, as soon as a tune
Is sounding real nice
That’s when I put
My hog in a vice

And when I hear a jam
If even just average
I tear off my pants
And bash my balls like a savage

And even if I
Don’t much care for the song
I’ll still pound my ham
It won’t take me long

But if it’s got groove
Or the volume is crankin’
I’ll need extra lube
Cuz I really get yankin’!

So make the bass thumpin’
And the treble so crisp
So I can start humpin’
My beef-gripping fist

Yeah whenever I hear
A beautiful ballad
I can’t resist shredding
My dick like a salad

And whenever I see
A band on the stage
I violently crank
My cock with a rage

And whenever I dance
It seems like a dream
I scream as I crush
My nuts ‘til I cream

And if ever my stroke
Syncs up with the rhythm
Grab an umbrella
Cuz I’m spraying some jizzum

Whether it's blues or rock
It’s bad news for my cock
It could even be pop
The beatings won’t stop

It could be metal
Or disco
Or rap
Just watch as I flop
My dick out and slap

What if it’s funk?
I’ll still pound on my junk
No it doesn’t matter
Even punk makes me splatter

And don’t even ask
About country or folk
Just notice the vigor
With which I will stroke

Any music will do
And where I don’t care
I beat meat over here
I slam ham over there

Any time any place
With friends or alone
My stroking is perfect
Like a metronome

I once tried to learn
To play on the drum
But instead of a stick
I used my dick
And as soon as I whacked
The snare made me cum

What about bass?
Take a look at my face
I feel that vibration
Utter stimulation
And I instantly spooge
All over the place

Same with guitar
I never could strum
For instead of a pick
I used my dick
And one simple chord
Made me forcefully cum

Call me a dork
But keyboards don’t work
The ivories get tickled
And I blow my cork

I can’t play the synth
Nor the clavinet
I’m certain to bust
If I haven’t yet

Can’t handle piano
Upright or grand
Because next thing you know
My dick’s in my hand

When I play the organ
It’s not one with keys
It’s the long one that dangles
Just north of my knees

Try as I might
I can’t play a horn
For I get an erection
From any horn section
And bust a big nut
Like I’d been watching porn

Hark, the fair woodwind!
There’s no end to my wood when
I blast brass up my ass
O’ the feeling is good then!

A sax is like sex
A flute makes me shoot
I simply must pump it
If I hear a trumpet
More likely, I’ll hump it
Ain’t that a hoot?

Oboes make loads blow
I get big tromboners
And if you’re a tuba
You can bet I will screw ya
Not yet clarinet
But soon I’ll get to ya

And strings are my thing
I diddle to fiddles
Did I tell you the cello
Makes me a hog-flogging fellow?

Yes there once was a time
I wished I were a rockstar
But all I can do
Is beat my dick like a boxer

So prose is the closest
To music I get
Without melody
My pants may stay zipped
Half chubbed is my wee
Now do you see?
Anything more
And I’m stiff as a tree

Thus sadly, a poet
Is all I can be
For rhyme is but mildly
Arousing to me
Out comes my shrimp though
If there be a tempo
And the beatings begin
If there be a key

So watch as I blow
To the old radio
If you didn’t know yet
Well now you will know
To not let me hear
A harmonious tune
Or else my poor dick
Will be pulverized soon

In the twilight where shadows blend with light, She walks alone, veiled in soft, ghostly white, Her heart a compass between heaven and earth, Bound by flesh, but of forgotten worth.

Her hands reach through the dusk for something pure, A love untamed, like dawns forever sure, Yet passion coils in tendrils tight and deep, A flame that dances just beyond her keep.

She lingers there, between the want and need, A soul both wild and ever bound to heed, A quiet pull toward a purpose vast, One that whispers softly of peace at last.

But the world's pulse beats within her veins, A tethered dance of desire and pains, And though her heart aches to set lust apart, It throbs and stirs beneath her spirit's art.

So, she strides the veil with steps unsure, Her love, her lust, her longing to endure, A woman caught between the stars and dust, In search of grace, in spite of flesh and lust.

Absence of evidence

Can you grasp the unknown unknowns, it's unequaled undertones, and it's scary brilliance?

We are taught the knowns we've known with awkward confidence.

We wonder and ponder about the rest in screams of extreme silence.

Some truths act like acid, dissolving goodness and innocence. Some act like poison, killing off bitterness and violence.

Times March both, marks our presence, and negates our very existence.

We stand as a grand witness, To a unknown knowing presence, but what its hand touches can't tell the difference,

The before and after, the tears and the laughter, the forgotten and the remembrance.

Digging just a little bit deeper, into any answer, leaves it unanswered, in its resilience.

We delve in dimensions of emotions, shattered, tattered, lost in unexplored deliverance.

Can you grasp the unknown, unknowns? Can you feel it in your bones? All I feel is the absence of evidence.

Red on my jeans, Seeping through the seams, A stain makes a story no one wants to read.

Blood lodged between my teeth, fencing away the chatter of an Angel, each word swallowed, a prayer unprayed.

Hands mute with quiet sin, A muse on every thread, what the mouth won’t spin— a tale of blood, a story of regret.

I wear it all in silence, A color no one sees, a coat of tales & burden stitched to my seams.

I am depressed

I feel empty 

I am tired 

from the years that took so much of me 

I am lonely 

I am grateful 

I am fighting 

I am seeing the little things

Like the sunrays between the leaves

I am searching

Trying to find who I am 

I am floating 

I am drowning 

I am doing my best 

while being at my worst 

I am hiding 

I am scared 

I am doubting 

Myself 

my feelings

my thoughts 

I am trying 

What else can I do? 

You have my heart.

You’ve had it from the very start.

When we first started hanging out I thought you were so cool,

but you’d only ever talked to me at school. We clicked so fast,

it made me wonder how long we’d last. You’re such a beautiful person,

I wanted to know what else was behind the curtain.

I don’t think you’ll ever like me as much as I like you,

I’m so down bad you don’t even have a clue.

—

When I think of you are you thinking about me too?

is that rumor really true?

Do you sneeze constantly through the day,

Or replay

Every conversation in your head?

Do you think about me each night you go to bed?

Do you want to text me every detail about your day?

Or constantly wish I weren’t so far away?

—

I think about your eyes before I go to sleep,

I promise I’m not a creep.

I think about how your lips feel on mine,

And how hanging out with you is my favorite way to pass time.

I sometimes count the hours until I’ll see you next,

Or until you’ll wake up and I’ll get a text.

I wonder how you slept last night,

And always hope you’re alright.

—

And If I started a book of my life,

I think you’d be my favorite chapter.

In my movie, you’d be the star actor

In my documentary, the main focus

I’ll tell people the things that only I notice.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Don’t say there were no signs
Don’t say you had no idea
I said it all the time

Over and over I peppered them in
Afraid to say too much
But still reaching for a hand
I told you my feelings, you just didn’t understand

Or maybe you just missed them
Or maybe you didn’t care
Until I was no longer there
And you no longer had to do more than say
“I wish she would have said something, I would have been there”

Ah, there you are
I see you now, creeping in
Just like every year
You worm your way right in

The shorter days, the longer nights
It’s like they invite you in
To come and snuggle up beside me
An unwanted companion

The cold and snow chase you in
While they invite joy and happiness out
Where they’ll go and hibernate
Go dormant, frozen now

With a monster like you beside me
I don’t know if I’ll make it out
But I’ll buckle down
Just try to ride it out

For I know after the last frozen dawn
The warmth will thaw me out
I’ll welcome love and joy back in
And kick your ass back out

It's funny how people always become what they hate

I remember I used to think how could ya create

Such disgusting words of an ability it's irrate

Now what my hearth doth speak is disgusting and innate

I wasn't always this way

I used to write about how I wanted love some days

Then she fucked me some and said nay

Married some cuck and instantly blamed me for the way

It all went down, I have such anger and such rage

The prettiest things in this life are a reminder of the strange

Decieving nature of appearances, she uses her face

To deceive each man, so many have fucked those holes it's strange

I'm not angry at that, for I have done the same

I'm angry at how she won't admit she's not changed

Give it a year, give it a decade or two,

Just like you, you'll be on another dick or a few,

Just like I am with drugs each has his sin

It makes me angry how we all our hypocrites

I want it all to be known how fucked up this is

How each and every person is full of bullshit

Fuck the bottom line, fuck the idealistic shit

Love is bought and sold, it's nothing but a product

On social media searching for a connection

But all I see is false in every single direction

I'm pressed in between the lost blinded by my reflection

Even alone I struggle to be less stressed then

ask if I'll ever find relief they recommend belief and I reply when?

disconnected from the grasses and choked by the plastic masses

all they see is strength despite all dysfunction that I'm masking

seeking answers for so long I forgot the questions I was asking

Are you tapped in

What are you trapped in

Does it matter what you're packing

If you're blind and always caught lacking

“GABBAGOUK: The Maddening Overkill Potato”

Oh brother wait till the undercover craigslist goblin of Abbergath hears about this:

Cheese dogs fighting apple cats with cannoli swords on the moon while explosive salamanders ride around in a psychedelic mini bus committing arson on giant eagle locations across the Midwest in addition to crocodiles with rocket powered mini guns doing a full scale assault on the pentagon but wait we can’t forget about the supermassive blackhole forming on Mars because The United Nations Of Squirrels didn’t get their interdimensional bagel slicer doohickey to work right. Oh and the sun, the sun is full of blue spiders wearing rainbow wizard hats and smoking blunts. So yeah, basically Superfiction Armageddon or whatever…

-R.B. Goelz

I tried and

I tried and

I tried

Then finally

After I tired of the tears

I cried

That fool with the rosy eyes

Died

Beset on all sides

By the remnants of wicked lips forming lies

That took for granted the Warmth the gullibles hide provides

Torn asunder, value and worth cast aside

Sustenance only breadcrumbs on which I survived

Ruthlessly pillaged of all treasures inside

Now I arise

Fully apprised of the truth of who burrowed inside

Jaded but still alive

Now seeking from within to find

Love in truth without ever having to hide

Love without a need to beg or plead for it to be returned in kind

The suicide hotline put me on hold. It made me laugh, I was standing on a building in the cold.

I looked down and wondered why no one cared, even the ones who were supposed to be there. The breeze was nice, it made me shiver as it blew through my hair.

Five minutes passed and I wondered if I’d been forgotten. Or if maybe the operator was just busy talking With someone who was more sick than I Someone who had a lot more to say than just goodbye.

I hung up, tired of waiting for someone to care. I just needed someone to be there.

I dangled my feet off the ledge, And imagined myself falling off the edge. I laughed at the irony of the situation, Maybe I will make it to graduation

Thank you for putting me on hold, That was comedy gold. A laugh I’d needed in a while, Something that really made me smile.

The newer cooler version of me fucking rocks! The newer cooler version of me is so much better than me! I like all the things that people like in the new me that they hate in the old me! I like the new me I like the new me I like the new me she's so actualized! Drool drippin down my face god damn I like this newer cooler better version of me!

What am I doing here in this sheep skin? What am I doing here? Suffocating suffocating suffocating I'll give you fucking noise I'll give you noise all I fucking hear is noise but I can't let a sound out my mouth I can't get any god damn air in. I'll tell you what I don't know I don't know these people I don't know these people I don't know the world these people live in I am not like those people

The old me can't write or scream or smile or talk or stumble without landing face first in the pavement with a gritty bloody ugly nose. Who am I? I'm wearing the face of a couple other girls and my crude patch work is starting to fuckingggg stink

Old friend I didn't hear you were around just watched the moth in my room fly in circles and I wanna drag my nails down the paint on the wall and rip it all off fucking yellow yellow yellow hell around me remember remember when it was fucking blue it was beige it was anything but this. Some day there will be a day I hear from you no longer old friend I just hope it feels right I hope it ain't work they say when it's work it's good when it's love it's sick

I've been sick for a long time and I'm not getting any better I guess there are some people who are important to you and some people you can never forget and some people you won't ever be loved by again. Some people who used to check in and compare girlfriends I probably won't hear from you anymore old friend

There just isn't anything to talk about it when two words split apart and leave an abyss of ununderstanding in between and the dust gathers and it gathers and it gathers and I can never wash it away

Old friend I didn't hear you were around but I know why you didn't tell me some gaps can't be bridged some people are different now then they were back then

Sadly I have no chance at fame, so this dumb fucking reddit has to listen me write on and on

Someone put this pathetic white bald bitch out of his misery, assault his ass and fuck him until he bleeds

Make his skin be in synergy with the depths, make his asshole resemble a gay man's dream at seventeen

It's something I long for, to be used and to be wanted by someone

Who cares about the want, dumb shitty singers prove even if you are whispering

Thousands of people will attend your concerts and fight to the death you can sing

It's an empty charade of what our society proves beyond a shadow of a doubt

Beauty and pride is all that matters and makes your girlfriend cum when she's eaten out

Past the age of 18, no matter what someone tells you here is the truth

Each year is a new rock bottom. Each wrinkle that develops is like a bruise

Slowly your losing all that society deems you of worth or is to use

Spend your thousands on your injections but you can't fight it you'll lose

We all end the same the whisperpop bimbos which make their careers on sex and abuse

All staring at a wall when we're 70 thinking about was my face ever not grey and not used?

Sure I wish I was capable of being deemed pretty enough for some guy to make millions off its true

But then I realize the ones who have it all have just that much to lose

I’m a founding member of the reject republic. You’d better believe it. Rejected by one and all, over & over & over some more.

I’m the leading jack, the leader of the pack. The reject republic was supposed to be my temporary resistance. Now it’s my permanent address. What a mess.

Someone please help me escape my fate, Before it’s too late.

Rippin' skidz in Mum's VS, steelies on the back. Wire brushing arches, don't need a jack. Light showers, early hours, sideways up Dawson Street. Wheels shuffle to a dub step beat.

i do my best to filter my thoughts before they come out of my mouth.

bc i mean to be a good person, but i wish the truth could come out.

you know i'd love you better, you know i always have.

from the moment we laid eyes on each other we connected just like you said.

this isnt a coincidence, this was meant to be.

you wish you met me ten years ago, that it was bad timing.

but the connection between us was instant and strong and ravishing

to someone outside this might sound like lust but that is far from the truth

bc i didnt connect with the flesh outside, i connected with you.

i connected with your stories, i connected with your tone.

call it cliche but you made me feel like id never again be alone

i'm tired of this bullshit of the way things "should" be

following these stupid rules that are literally make believe.

fuck doing the "right" thing.

with life this unpredictable, i want to do the things that make me feel alive.

Time is fluid, fluid as a rhyme. Time is abstract, as abstract as my mind.

One day bleeds into the next, One year vanishes into dust. I never noticed that my best years are now scaly crust.

Is time real? Is it an illusion? Can we really define it with a clock? Why is its passing such a shock?

Time is both good and evil. Time is the hand you can’t hold. You can’t touch it but it can touch you.

Wow, it came quick am shivering already, Summer was too brief barely had time to enjoy it, just like my youth, oh well.