Designated Doodler

Why you here? Goodbye. Why write, why try? You don't have the time Just go to bed Didn't you know That poetry is dead? That nobody wants that shit if it don't rhyme If it's not for a grade What's the point, who has the time? Didn't no one tell you - Poetry is gone The death breath of English Only alive in song Well not really Not anymore Not for long Don't you know That cool kids don't care if it's a way to crawl into someone else's skin if it's a way to look at humanity And for once in your life see kin To feel something you've never felt To deal with things you've never dealt Searing pain and burning joy Wicked loss and undying love That stands the test of time - survives the years And gives you the chance To cry humanity's immortal tears Nah, it's silly, it's dumb Let's get lost in lazy It's easy, it's numb English is gone Didn't they tell you? It died. Some people s...

Do you think they can tell I don’t belong here Shifting eyes, a questioning glance Maybe they can smell The perfume sweat Pulsing on my neck I could hold my breath And dive into the sea of people With dripping jewels And dropping necklines Lamb-soft suits And crisp black bowties Whispered seductions And ruby red grins But I may not be able To come back up for air again From these cold black depths The pulsing shimmering sea Stings my blue topaz eyes The only gems that I possess Hors d'ouvres certainly aren't enough To feed sharks In this tank They can smell my heart And for once in my life It may not be enough to be smart A tangled tether is my line Under pressure it groans and cries As strong as a feather like spit and gum it holds together My fate, my life, my lies  

I admit I was duped But you were the one that stooped So low that it was  Child's play to deliver the blow I probably should have known You were lying Your lips were moving Your mind devising A plan to look out for its own A crooked smile And warm brown eyes The perfect visage For a traitorous guise You weaved a tangled web And didn't expect me To catch you stupid and empty And decipher your twisted head In the end, doing what I do best Pulling one over  on you instead.