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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Wrote this quite a while ago
Love Thyself
Love thyself like you’re someone else, 
Love like your doing your best, 
tell yourself to put it to rest, 
Love yourself like the rest. 
Love the pain that lives in your chest, 
use it to build your nest. 
Love thyself and take a breathe,  
learn to love life’s tests. 
I’m trying to love myself as much as the next, 
learn to self respect, 
Love as if there is a need to respect. 
Learn to win at your own contest. 
Love thyself like you wanna be held, 
Love like it needs to be yelled, 
then if no one will then do it yourself, 
don't undermind when mine is well, 
feel fine and be kind as well. 
Keep a smile in mind for this is not hell, 
Love thyself and time will tell. 
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Fairly recent wurdz
When I think of us my chest gets tight
Stunned, but too numb to cry
This weight ain't light
And I don't think I have the fight
To try again with any alike
But life's not long so in my regrets
Are steps to accept what to forget
And what to think as best
Got you up there
Against the rest
What you meant
From a few times met
Is hard to accept
From laughs to upset
I cry whilst I write
Tears and ink mixed
Fears sink in in bits
I miss the space around you
I miss the fast paced memories not knowing what they'd amount to
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Sorta unfinished recent wurdz
Infatuated,
Take me home and keep me lazy
Alone with my thoughts and that's what I fear the most.
Wholesome,
I wanna be.
Back in the darkness of solid green
Grabbed and harnessed, I'm never clean.
I'll sleep in the shadows of the branch,
Cos your arms can't reach me.
Grown in a ready tread pathway so it's dirt I bleed
Off the thorns in your life I feed
Prickled in the skin that's now mine
I've grown into it but now I'm slipping down the hillside
Leaning on grass just to feel fine
No rocks hit on the way down
Your voice was in the wind but it's gone now
With others I stay close,
words, looks and forgotten notes.
Laugh like it's jokes,
But I'm broken,
Sewn seems drawn on with sharpie.
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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One of a few found poems I did for uni, using words and phrases from the fear and loathing book only in the order they appear in the story.
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Another dump of previous scribbles
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Through clasped lines
Faint grip,
Grasp it.
The position I've lost,
Fall in love at a cost,
A part of me is with you
But heartache feeds through
My art states some truth,
Each mark that is left I don't wanna lose
Telling each other what we've been through
Front page cover, my mind is smothered
Thinking it could be mutual.
Like fiction this is unusual
To list the beauty I see as crucial,
Life gives sweet samples, fruitful.
Clasped lips with teeth, I'm grateful
You're clasped in my dreams it's truthful.
I speak but I'm silent,
Hard to find words unless tightened
Into lines with feelings piled on.
Sunset rays make golden lines
Seen through ceiling window panes
But been loving the sound of rain.
I wish the train didn't claim my name
Like static sirens in my brain,
Which hurts to say
Than what I'd rather.
Hold onto the laughter
Cos who wants tears after
Special moments you can't buy,
Tokens of affection I can't describe,
A spectrum of love I didn't know I'd find.
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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Quick concrete poem done for a module;
To see a man you once admired pour his life away, to the point its expired. Anger fermented from years of leaving it in the bottle. Now each ones empty and you can't remember the words with which my throat you throttled. End of December you merged already with an attitude of being finished. Rather a new beginning but years are diminished. Should have shown us a clear example instead of feeding fear in samples. My tempers my own but my blood is yours. Full and plenty, I'm grown and been shown mud is pure. There's dirt for sure, in my mentality from what I saw. Cancel the charity, your life needs no applause. Morals on pause but the liquids still pouring. Leaving the youngest son of yours to carry the strength for four.
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zombeats93 · 1 year
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A dump of some recent scribbles
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Dark Paths
How can it be
That exposure from a camera,
An object to form a memoir,
Provides light.
But all I was exposed to while young
Brings harshness to my life.
What people know as sex
I didn't know what I was seeing
Not to mention the rest
The violent person I'd now met.
Tell me to be a man then be one yourself
Let me be cathartic,
Try and lecture me when life is what art is.
Carry my sun into the darkness,
I won't let my son get the same heart given
Or taken, like this painting, you smudged it
You've fucked it.
The oil won't dry and the fumes are toxic,
Grease stained past pathways
Gets duller but mainly remains the same.
In my life I've made changes
But I carry the burden along with me,
At least you didn't pass along the label.
But my stability was never cradled,
I had to push away the past until I was able
To communicate the path that made me.
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Tears on a train
Stinging.
Like the air needs clearing
But I can't find the gap
Nevermind the gap in the words I'm hearing
Told to breathe but how can I, when my chest is shut off
Shut down, no lights on.
Fight or flight I'm flooding.
I'm 40 mils in to end it of bensedin
Trying to wait for that numb state to bring
Clearness and fearless but I still feel this
Stear clear of the heavier when the weights
already killing,
Conflicted feelings
So collided, gone through each other
See the worst parts of each other.
Feel the hearts of each other
Eyes colliding passing each other
My alignments of treating each other
Moments of intimacy until losing...
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Tell a person your life,
But leave out parts you don't like.
One pour at a time
Let's fill our cups,
I heard the world's on pause
And I'll drink to that.
Cast in foil,
Look strong but crumble easily.
Look strong.
Look.strong.
Even if I don't, I think I should keep going.
I've made it this far
In reality, how much longer.
Chapters have finished fast
What will the next one bring
Carry this thing
What is it
A bag of bricks with a heart at the bottom.
I'll dig my pit and start from the bottom.
I've always been on the inside looking out
But now I need to be outside to look within.
What is my skin
A mix of lead and cotton.
My mind's an unwanted tennant
But my brain can't tell them
It's a Rotten presence.
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Too naive to say bye and leave, 
You chose greed and let your children see. 
Throw in some wrath to match lust and gluttony, 
I buried my thoughts but they remain undead to me, 
Carry the torch that my brother left in the breeze, 
When we buried him next to the willow trees,  
Ash, birch and evergreen, 
Dry but silver and forever free. 
My lyrics speak for three 
Cos that's as many as it should be. 
And I'm still carrying it through 
All of you, all the crew,  
Even if I love, hate, dis or just respect you. 
I still carry you through 
And some of you I'd rather no other 
But one of you I could bleed and cut further 
Further than the way we seen you beat our own mother 
I love her and you were supposed to too. 
Now the other I carry him alone  
My brother who never messed his tone  
Now left before grown, left me and I broke. 
If I say it, I'll choke on memories, 
Forever we'll be, taking tokes and making shitty jokes 
Left with the taste of sugar and smoke, 
Sugar for the sweet times and smoke for the rough.  
Sensitive but tough, 
Sleeves cuffed cos I work enough 
Mentally I've worked enough. 
Mentally I'll take the cusp, 
Eventually I hate the love.
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Sometimes while I lie at night, I open my eyes just to see if I'm still alive. 
Turning green and old, looking mean and mouldy, 
thinking about the lives I’ve loved and the paths that have crossed me. 
The regrets I’ve resolved and the ones I still hide. 
My bones are not great but what’s good is inside. 
Held together by skin that’s tough to burn,  
heat doesn’t listen but with blood I learn. 
Though with pain, I don’t cut... I do cry. 
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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Benzopain 
 
Last night I saw your face, 
In my dreams your hugs still live, 
Your heavy embrace. 
You'd aged but haven't we both. 
 
I wish this were the case, 
But in mortality's race, 
There's no winner.. just chased. 
I miss it, happiness I can still taste. 
 
You told me it's fine, I am you. 
But your shoulders aren't mine,  
who were you, in my mind so healthy. 
But who am I to sign away your desires. 
 
Blue grey lips and lyrical splatter, 
Fond memories of bonds scattered. 
I'll replay what matters, connect the scart, 
I'm left battered like your bunch of art. 
 
Screwed up paper for your brain,  
My guess is it's later you'll pay? 
My heart's still ticking away 
Until we're gathered as one someday. 
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zombeats93 · 2 years
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I've felt your breathing,
I've felt it change
Like a stream turning into a river flowing into an ocean of dreams.
I've felt your breathing,
Caught it on my chest
Like sailboats slowing to dock, I'll rock you asleep.
I let you sleep,
Counting hairs instead of sheep.
I lie awake, searching for the words I want to speak.
I let you sleep,
There's nothing to change.
I'm free in this world, currently flowing in the stream.
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zombeats93 · 3 years
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Who we are
I am;
The best parts of you but better,
Yet the past still has me het up,
Some heart's from you but mostly my mother.
You hurt me but not with leather,
I could blame you for the bad weather.
But that's cold and I am better.
You are;
The worst parts of me but defeated.
You grit your teeth when you're seething,
I only do it when I'm sleeping.
Ripped memories and broken pieces,
With this I could write a whole thesis,
But it hurts to even breathe this.
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zombeats93 · 3 years
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Let go and be with mother Earth
Expect nothing and all good things will be prizes.
Suspect nothing and you won't care who wears diguises.
For what we despise there's thrice as much we admire.
So in spite of my faith in life I'll give air to my fire.
I require a lake to bathe for this place is unclean,
To wash away the fake face and leave the tainted unseen.
Vacate the scene of society to remove the grin you wear.
I forget there's a priority to prove mine to show that I care.
When in reality the trees of Gaia are the only arms I need around me.
Her delicate leaves, tired but calm, stroke my cheek gently.
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