venting word vomit...

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jlbArt

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Sprewing forth filth and pain

smelling rank of despair and bottles

Waiting,,,open streets welcoming

Crying, always let it go

vomiting words, salad of meaningless

expressions of mindless turmoil

screams of Paris and others

Why does this go on

what the hell is your point?

Studs and black...superheros

money wasted books…

knowledge expensive and useless…

why?

Fuck, spew out more putrid inner demons

anger and worse

Another swig and words shine bright through the hoppy haze

The rum is gone, “why is the rum gone?”

The Captain is my friend, my only friend…

Welcome me, Please come back!

Please come back!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck

never, meant to...cause….what??

This is pointless...bop...bop...bop

Word vomit on a keyboard, screaming to get out

Free the mind. HA!...it only frees the voices to speak louder and louder.

Fuck you, this doesn’t help

why? Did I think this would help me feel…

anything but that of my putrid soul…

There is nothing, no point to this, stop reading now

It will infect your soul,,,, Sunflowers….

Wish they would only take me as I am

Ha, No one would take that…

The price is to high, and the reward is a moor of waste.

Make the world beautiful…

The world isn’t beautiful mama...

Quotes from nothingness, Blackness, endless layers of painted blackness

depth to the staircase.void...sleep...another drink…

“Slide” the penguin said.. Velvet arms in a savage garden.

Fuck, scream it to the wind. it will never bring peace

Ohm Ohm Ohm Mani Padme Hum. Ohm…. Oh fuck it.

Suffocating in my existence and loneliness..

please just give me your attention...I forsake your love

I am not worth...that...i know, I won’t pretend otherwise

I am sorry, you were my everything…

I don’t even know where this is going.

More endless word vomit screaming from the tendles of my mind.

Another drink, thinking about a kiss. Wish it was mine.

Hold me...sorry I forgot, nevermind… I am sorry…. Oh gods

This doesn’t end?

That monkey will type Shakespeare before I belong

Before I...Before…. I can’t

Another drink...another drink...Why doesn’t the haze take away the voices?
 
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