Hunger Magazine
Young Bloods
I’m a monster of the rock.
I rattle then I roll.
I can’t sleep, this afflictions for whom my bell tolls.
My tongue is a sword with which I slice and cut.
Spouting filth lies deceit betrayal and smut.
Cooking in my own juices, the cramps on it’s way.
“Only 5 days i think” but it feels here to stay.
over over over I hear “let me clip your dirty wings
Whoops
I cannot hear these words being spoke.
All I can think is the next toke.
I’m not Jack at the moment, I’m another side.
I cannot catch your eye I just want to hide.
Nothing matters but poppy, she is my first and last.
I cannot prepare for future I cannot recall past.
My skin is greasy my hands are raw.
I have broken trust, your care I tore.
Sorry doesn’t cover what has been done.
All this pain over a couple of bun.
- Material World: Jack Royle 23 years old
Jack Royle não é o seu típico mau rapaz tatuado, ele também escreve poesia e conhece cada linha para Mean Girls. Obviamente nosso homem ideal …Idade: 23 ,Cidade natal: Plymouth, mas, principalmente, cresceu em Liverpool. Meus hobbies são: Escrever poesia, jogar futebol e de agir. Medo: Eu odeio…
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Darling Poppy,
What a friend you have been.
You were once my darling my beauty my queen.
With fumbling hands I would undress your black or red attire,
envelop me in your sticky haze.
Sometimes colour of tan sometimes dark brown.
Darling Poppy, never a frown when you were around.
But my dear sweet sickly friend.
Our relationship must come to an end.
Too many friends I have lost due to keeping up with your demand.
Dearest Poppy, It’s time I let go of your hand.
—Me
Christmarse
Christmas is for family.
Loved ones and friends.
Where sins are forgiven, and all anger ends.
Fathers break backs to raise but a smile.
To see there young ones tear and throw wrapping in a pile.
Drunken merriment, a fist hole in wall.
Hiding the knives, defending mother trying to stand tall.
Such a let down this twisted and torn time of year.
Disappointment, bruises, cuts and spilled beer.
3 months double shifts gone in a day.
Forgotten toil, we sit eat and pray.
Thank you jesus for what you provide.
Not mother nor father their struggle thrown to one side.
Happy birthday gods son. And a happy new year.
A time of sadness loathing, disappointment and fear.
Parents have had to save and penny pinch.
FUCK CHRISTMAS
I’m off to watch the Grinch.
Loved ones and friends.
Where sins are forgiven, and all anger ends.
Fathers break backs to raise but a smile.
To see there young ones tear and throw wrapping in a pile.
Drunken merriment, a fist hole in wall.
Hiding the knives, defending mother trying to stand tall.
Such a let down this twisted and torn time of year.
Disappointment, bruises, cuts and spilled beer.
3 months double shifts gone in a day.
Forgotten toil, we sit eat and pray.
Thank you jesus for what you provide.
Not mother nor father their struggle thrown to one side.
Happy birthday gods son. And a happy new year.
A time of sadness loathing, disappointment and fear.
Parents have had to save and penny pinch.
FUCK CHRISTMAS
I’m off to watch the Grinch.
I.D Magazine. Youth Issue
Me an Mariana
