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Addiction =/= self loathing (Short poem)
I love the one I hate the most,
shove emotions back and forth. Haunting past a different ghost, sip a drink, then have a toast. It's not my first, and not my last, shifting through this mound of grass. Life is long but not so vast, why am I the one to last? Twitching, bitching, lots of itching, missing kissing? Wishful thinking... Hissing, drizzling, fill the cup, kill the feeling: bottoms up! |
I'm giving this feed, shortly.
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ca whine bout ca wine
alcohol, weed, & clementine it's not addiction, you're just a dick son and this bitch is fine. life's not a bitch i can prove it baby sip this wine |
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cool story faggot. next time write a rhyme.
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i take pills like
deshaun holton proof i drink schwill like ya mom's holdin you she get drunk to see stars golden shoot machine gun kelly & ya dads holding you just to hold on to dues she paid dues when she married your murder father she don't bother cuz she takes pills for the slaughter right in the kisser pills ==BAC calling a CAB or an uber or if she can find me shell have me take her home 'cuz thats super and i make her cum hard to a stuper feel like a octopus on my tool, sir pills right in the kisser it's not an addiction if it's prescription is it mister high as a space cadet i kiss your mother then your sister |
I see that embarrassing yourself is your strongest suit. I can not compete with that. Peace.
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I think this was a cool passing thought in that it seems to accomplish a vent due to relationship problems. I'm sure everyone can relate and if you expanded on it in your classic style, it would be volumes better. This was ok for what it was. I didn't really like the nursery rhyme setup, but like i said, it accomplished what it seems like you were trying to do. Good job for the most part.
I have "purpose." in the OM if you care to RTF. thanks regardless :) |
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---you or a 13 yo girl? |
my heart froze girls call me cold
but i ain't got one i'm just sick only thing you ad`dic`ted to is sucking dick "holy smoke," i leave this nigga "ghost" like earth wind im "stuffed to the gills" like a fish "it takes one to no one," and ya mom says u a bitch you got that? u aint gotta TRAIN for this dick but u can blow on it like foghorn leghorn do the whistle ur dad eat your butt out spit init drink it down like a milk thistle |
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ob is better than the last piece i read by you... ... i love the word play and rhyme scheme
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I love the one I hate the most,
shove emotions back and forth. --I personally have gone through this. This speaks a lot to me. I like the beginning to this--- Haunting past a different ghost, sip a drink, then have a toast. --Didn't really like how you executing that last line. I was looking for something else but it's still decent''' It's not my first, and not my last, shifting through this mound of grass. Life is long but not so vast, why am I the one to last? ---OK, Suicidal thoughts? Or just lonely? Overall, I like the visualization I have with this-- Twitching, bitching, lots of itching, missing kissing? Wishful thinking... Hissing, drizzling, fill the cup, kill the feeling: bottoms up! --Ok, this was fairly nice, not sure IF I enjoyed the bottoms up finisher but over all, I like what you did here-- I didn't like the 'missing kissing' though |
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