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>>9156886
If I ever fall
You will not find me
Lying on the streets or
Decaying in the gutter
No, I
Will fall into a hole
That has no bottom
From which no sound can escape
And you will not find me

>>9156886
niggers and faggots,
our societal decay.
women are maggots,
on home they should stay.

i pick up my handgun
and tie up my shoes,
i don't believe on anyone
who appears on the news.

the doors are closed
and we covered our track
so we don't stay exposed.

my son was born black
it's not mine, i supposed.
i want to go back

In retrospect I definitely admit
I should have just said, ’no thanks’, though I didn’t.
It was almost appetizing, your grasp
on that box of pills pilfered from the medicine
chest. Eight capsules each, down the hatch as fast
as we could manage, the night’s first mistake.


When you’re bored it’s easy to mistake
risk for fun. It’s much harder to admit
that you did something dumb just to live fast,
and hopefully not die young. I didn’t
for a second imagine that medicine
could fuck me up this bad, could make me grasp


my chest this tight, trying to keep my grasp
on reality from slipping. My mistake
then was trying to keep the medicine
down. I must not have been ready to admit
it was time to start puking. I didn’t
want to make any choices too fast;


Everything was already way too fast
as it was. Then heated claws began to grasp
my trembling heart, insisting it didn’t
require a steady rhythm, that mistakes
were fine, just something one must admit
to at times. I recall wondering, ’If medicine


caused all of this, then what medicine
could fix all this?’ Scenes played out in fast
forward, yet I still couldn’t admit
that things had slipped beyond my grasp.
suddenly purging wasn’t a mistake.
In fact, I felt like I might die if I didn’t.

Looking back, hurling probably didn’t
help rid my system of all that medicine,
purging couldn’t fix all of the mistakes
I had made that night, yet I still held fast
to the thought. Some things will be beyond my grasp
forever, though that’s hard to admit.

I won’t hesitate to admit that I didn’t
think. I didn’t grasp the concept of medicine
and I was fast to be punished for my mistake.

>>9156975
>>9156961

why the fuck is the only good poetry posted on /lit/ always so goddamn depressing?

>>9156975

Yasssss

ok ill calligraphize this to the best of my ability this is good and let see what happens!

While I sit, spin me a sonnet my Love,
With a finger, make a curl from my hair,
Then let us for a while breathe the same air,
What could compare but that of high above?
Let us soar being one of the same dove,
Let us free ourselves and give not a care,
For You are You and there is none more fair,
So do embrace me with a carnal shove;
As the sand falls my ache does grow stronger,
My passions begin to sear their restraint
Must I sojourn in this state any longer?
I fear that my heart may give in and taint,
For as is known, time, it cannot conquer,
So make me swoon, or I may only faint.

>.<

I
LIKE
BIG
COCK
AND I CANNOT LIE
BECAUSE MY MOUTH IS FULL OF COCK
AND TO LIE YOU HAVE TO BE ABLE TO SPEAK

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>>9156961

the Shorter the more likely it is to be written out
by yours truly
also poor taste is not off limits >>9156970 is fine
but you know make it good poor taste

currently awaiting to see if /ic/ will make a picture for pic related, so check the thread.

i've also decided to cut out /gd/ because they're useless and just be a diplomat between /ic/ and /lit/

>>9156970
An ode to niggers

You belong in a cage
Your actions on earth
Marked by hereditary rage

What is your soul worth
Your body a mere medium
For an animal spirit imbued at birth

In all of time's tedium
No art produced
That could count as premium

And yet our thinkers have deduced
The blight you wage
Should be excused