The Jamhole - Emo Poetry 14

27 years ago in the middle of October
was born a little lost loner destined to walk sober
a little bit of Libra but a little more Scorpio
explains inner turmoil stored for later in case my cover story blows

I've spent countless nights alone starting at the stars
searching for answers to who we really are
why am i so drawn to the ink in the pen that stains the paper
that lets all my thoughts chill so I can play with them later

letters make words that i arrange into masterpieces
of sexy symbolical syntax and semantics to attract your feelings
try and match the genius, I hatch beasts to attack diseases
try to stack the greens its proper to save the Jesus

we pray something sees us until then I continue to write this thesis
my scheme is the cleanest gargantuan behemoth
any ones ever had the pleasure of meeting
its like I'm a tampon and you're all bleeding

you need me like bush needs to be defeated
we're lined up at the troughs feeding these demons
trying to find a safe way to release some semen
and blow off some steam let the show offs gleam

merrily barely my life's anything but a dream
and I'm sick of rowing this boat
bailing water to stay afloat
when in reality I'm just another piranha in the moat

circling the kings castle
waiting for a chance to feed on lips brains and assholes
we're a bunch of little rascals, we hustle with a hint of hassle
a worm with a limp like I'm the pimp of this big apple

and that's all, you grapple with it every day
trying to find ways to make your life stay the same
and maintain this plain jane lame game
working more hours for slave pay

we're jerks who crave faith
so they can sin then say hey!
god its me
and I'm so fucking sorry

These nights are getting longer
more time to kill the songbird
my mind is getting darker
she makes me have to stalk her

should have accepted my offer
because now I have to off her
trying to find the lost word
while readjusting my posture

we grew up in the foster no food or love on the roster
now I'm on the job search always going to the wrong church
they say its complicated so i stomp the playlist
I'm often famous repeating the same shit in plain English

I coerce this ink fish with a period at the end of the line
spend all my time defending my mind
inventing new ways to harness sunshine
the one time I decide to make it a love bribe

its more like extortion, five nine with perfect proportions
I don't need it all, just a small portion
you push, I pull, and then we end up forcing
I throw a harness over this chaotic distortion

I'm fed up with all this symbiotic horse shit
we're never happy until its all broken
I toke in hopes to slow down this commotion
I bottle up the ocean and take care never to show sin

I let you read the book i keep open
charge my debts on a debit card with no pin
the tough got going about two weeks ago
that's why I'm alone, I was too weak to go

but now I'm all better, tougher than leather
broke it down letter by letter to sever
these cheddar chasing dead head sweaters
writing my memoirs in one final scarlet red letter

the ink is blood the paper my skin
holding everything sacred that comes from within
without my blessing constantly testing
wrestling these demons trying to nest inside my brain

my death beats along my soul with my art
that beats me down alone in the dark
it rips me apart from the end to the beginning where it starts
drowning off the deep end taunting the sharks