Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: scribblesnbits

  • better, then

    a cherished few return 

    Friend, I’m sorry,
what even happened? 
Tolerable enough
that "hey" would do.
    
like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, 
only come back.
Tell me what you need.
A wax figure 
constant to the flame. 
How do you see fit?
    
picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground,
a shell of a man. 
The kernels rotten,
ugly and obscene.

  • Dire Straights

    I don’t need something to live for, I need something to die for.

  • Metrics

    I have lived a good life because I say I have.

  • Aequitus Non Forma

    Universal responsibility 
without universal consequence. 
A convenient argument 
for those who never 
slept without food in their stomach,
lived without love in their past,
and never suffered doubt for their chances
or passion to prevail.

  • Antics

    You could walk on glass for these people
and they would ask you to take your shoes and socks off.

  • Equilibrium

    Feeling you beside me,
your weight balancing the world.

  • The Goldilocks Zone

    My love for you is unconditional,
my relationship with you is not.

  • Meta Bits: Do you believe in poetry?

    The poetry exists in ignorance of my musings.

    It clings to the crevices of life

    in the nooks of idle minds and stolen glances of would-be lovers.

    It does not care if I write,

    though, I know that I must.

  • Filthy

    Leave your scrap.

I am the excrement of the world. 
I crawl to the edge of the trash pile,
salt it with earth
and devour. 

Leave your disgust.

I am the crazy you loathe
and the strange you fear.
I sing platitudes 
like a skipped record, 
scratching the cliff holds for dear life.

Lay me in the dirt.

I suffocate there 
thousands of years
watching the strata pass.

Cast me your stones

and throw me in the pit. 
Belabor your glorious effort
at my humble expense. 
If all else fails, 

burn the witch.

  • Close Your Eyes, Passerby

    Close your eyes:
A tortuous path ‘round leaves,
a smoky inhale,
an acrid, honey exhale
smiling sweet in the pane.
It’s nice, they say,
when your eyes open
and that place you stay...
    The ocean at the end
of the lane, 
out there.
Quietly waiting
with the sun, we stare. 

Digging my own grave
inside a bottle of Jack.
Living life worth leaving
and it ain’t half bad.
Kill me with a smile;
never take it back. 

Don’t know what’s waiting,
passing through trees out there.
A hazy, white wolf 
with a welcome-home glare. 

A knock at my soul
hello to the ones who stay.
Chilling with my friends
fuck the rest away.