I have this friend. And this friend is an amazing poet.
And this friend has a dA account now.
Go check the dude out!
Please and thank you!
also check out my new account, MikkiMarie.Deviantart.com
MommyThe sun melted into the glamorous skyMommy by InconsequentialPoet
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
Out of ClayHeartbeats beating rapidly, the ocean on the shoreOut of Clay by InconsequentialPoet
Bleeding thoughts of something special, something so much more
Simple dreams and melodies are scattered on the floor
Shutting out the memories by slamming solid doors
Bathing in the light of lost and broken yesterdays
Here I am, a seriously twisted game to play
How could you make us believe that everything’s okay
Forming human beings out of masks and out of clay…
QuicksandHere I stand in quicksand, watch me falling to the earthQuicksand by InconsequentialPoet
Drenched with insecurity and bathed in lost self-worth
Monster underneath me, quickly rising to the skies
Here I stand in quicksand, like a puddle of goodbyes
Here I stand in quicksand, sinking deeper into dirt
Ease the pain inside of me, I hate the way it hurts
Slowly being swallowed by the shadows, by the ground
Here I stand in quicksand… it’s too late to catch me now…
I am exactly what my name says, an inconsequential poet. I enjoy writing poetry in my spare time. Thanks for taking the time to visit my page!
I'm the second human being in use of this account. HOORAY!
Poetry is mah life, bro. Annnd... I like kangaroos.