I got drunk as fuck for like a long time and was sad because my fiancee left me and I guess I hid a bunch of poems around my computer. I'm just now finding some of these.
"I'm filled with pain and grief
You're a bandit, a heart theif
You excel at your craft
Leaving the wrecked hearts of men in your path
Another love struck casualty
It started with magic, yet ended so tragic
This war is ruthless, cold and manic"
"You wear your heart on your sleeve
Pulled mine out, and wore it with ease
The poison is on my breath
Trying to forget what I knew best"
"You are dead to me
This I know
Yet when I sleep
There is always an empty pillow
A spot for your head
Reserved in my bed
For the day you come back.
I doze off
Thinking of the ghost girl
I met so long ago"
>>7498983
lmao what a fucking nerd
no wonder she left you
>>7498986
>reads books
>calls someone else a nerd
>>7498983
at first i thought that was a pic of a pig's head mounted on a stake. then i was dissapoint.
The fourth verse ought to read...."I am dead to you". The fifth verse makes it appear that she has moved on, but you are still hoping for her return. Can she truly be dead to you?
>>7499125
Very true, thanks for the tip man
>>7498983
This has all the subtlety of a fatal train derailment. It's awful.
>>7498983
I did the exact same thing a month ago. I'm drunk as fuck right now. Here's one. I don't know if 4chan will preserve the formatting on that one line.
I have many modes of
operation. In some I see
your face. Not today—
the distance between
guitar chords distorts.
School wasn't bad, just harsh:
how can swamplife
make it in the city?
I cycled to your house.
We dealt in solipsisms
forty of mine and one of yours
never ending since the morning
mum left. The dark corners of the atlas
fill in. Nowadays if I could do you
justice on a page
I would.
Last vicissitude, new place.
Short and sweet: I was drunk
you were complete. The word
woman
slipped,
then under streetlights
the orange precognition
of a hug or kiss.
She leaned in close
and gave me this.
>>7499039
We all thought that
The Lord of the Flies threads are conditioning us
She left me on a Sunday morning
The note had only two words
It's over
At first I thought it was a joke
I ran and looked in the garage
But she wasn't there
I ran and looked inside the cupboard
But she wasn't there
I ran and looked behind the fridge
But she wasn't there
I ran and looked under the sink
(next to the cupboard)
But she wasn't there
I ran and looked in a toothpaste tube
But she wasn't there
I ran and looked outside in the like roof or something
But she wasn't there
I ran next door and looked under the welcome mat
But she wasn't there
I ran down the street and climbed inside a big bush that's basically like a tree
But she wasn't there
I ran all the way to the beach well it's more like a marina with artificial sand and boats and stuff but it wasn't open yet so I'll check back here later
But she wasn't there
I ran all the way to the mountain okay it's just a hill but you can see around it pretty well
But she wasn't there
I ran back home inside a house, I live inside a house
But she wasn't there
Here's a good one I made last year:
you fucked my life up
you bitch
fuck you
your lies
you are like
a cat
full of shit
i always wanted a dog anyway
fuck you i hope you have a really shitty and unfulfilling life
gandalf said
you shall not pass [this trial]
i hope i do
the world is filled with darkness
i walk the streets, put on my sunglasses
trenchcoat, and
fedora
>>7499030
>calling anyone a nerd, in /lit/, while browsing /lit/
>>7498983
The buildup is good, but the the paragraph before the last one, smells "desperate", the last three lines are great.
What I like best is the second line:
"You're a bandit, a heart thief"
In my opinion, describing someone as a heart thief while using the word bandit is mastermind poetry at work, as it makes good use reinforcing the thief concept in itself, very subtle and sly, good job mate.
Stalker ish break up but yo
I'm slipping into something warm
Dreaming of you lie away
Day Dreaming as I lie awake
For you, I'm yearning for moon at dawn.
Time and miles keep you away
While I breath your name the deeper I go
Nothing can stop me
The deeper I feel, the closer we drift on tides
As they fro.
The curve of the sky from my bedroom eye
My cradle til your arms permit me
My roof til your mouth can stick me
My net til your team can pick me
When the nodes permit me
You will be with me.
A work at hand in word of heart
Shows me love that you have grown
In secret ways you've never shown
I'll keep My thoughts private
Til death do i part.
Love's gone home
I'm the tunes played by the noose
Good people kill bad people
Maybe I'll just die
