Tag: fucking

This would be better with speed

by sidcorvid

This would be better with speed,
A couple smokes and some motherfucker
Who wants to step up.

Facing fears of future
With wind barely biting at my face,
Life’s too good to not live.

Laid bare, my eyes close
To reveal the barren nature of
What may come to fruition.
A shiver runs down my spine.

I’m fucking alive.
I’m here, and you can’t rid me
Without violent action.
Good luck with that.

Be it delusions or hallucinations,
I know I’ll walk the tracks,
Cold and lonely, dreading every step,
Relishing every breath.

I’m fucking alive,
Throat tight and holding back a piss,
Tomorrow brings another fix.

Making Buddy headbang to Nicki

by sidcorvid

Whiskey makes my bones shake,
And I’m having trouble typing.
‘Motivational’ wubs inspire poetry,
To be called great by idiots.

On this night,
I feel the dead gods in my blood,
Coursing like my .5% BAC.

There is no past,
On this night there is no compromise,
One more shot to remember the future.
A violence churns as I party alone.
A writer writes, infuriated by his subordinates.

He has no Medevac waiting for him,
Calling ‘Suppressing Fire!’ has no effect,
Except a stagger and a disorderly conduct.
Alone, this booze-fueled warrior, I, will fall.

Imagine the hangover?

A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

by sidcorvid

A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.