bobschofield:

GHOST STORY #2 by Bob Schofield

bobschofield:

GHOST STORY #2 by Bob Schofield

18 Oct 2014 / Reblogged from kdecember with 114 notes

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tristanleonidas replied to your post: AM LITERALLY OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN LETT…

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AM LITERALLY OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN LETTING IT GET ME DOWN???

i have not emailed you in a long time/can one blow cigarette smoke through email

im going to give you a taste of my menthols by/shotgunning you through the internet

my inbox is an infernal sea of relationships past/people i lost my human connection w/ years ago

im whimpering outside in the rain w/ a/burnt out cig in my mouth

i have my phone in my hands looking thru/texts i got in months past/hoping that someone wants to talk

i want to touch another person’s body and have our ghosts merge

the rain screams give it up/so i do

DOGS WILL NEVER CRUSH YOU AND THAT IS SOMETHING TO BE SAD ABT

i sit in my room wishing for/100 dogs wanting to die in a pile/of slobbering monsters all/crushing me beneath them

'died doing what he loved/being crushed beneath 2.5 tons/worth of dogs'

stop smoking the ghosts say/stop fucking the ghosts say/stop slacking the ghosts say

i dont get my dogs and/go out to smoke while staring at orion/i feel like my legs are melting to the ground with my cigarette’s ashes

i shoplift every time im in a gas station b/c i want to feel ‘alive’/it doesnt do shit/i feel even more dead/but i keep doing it hoping things’ll change

things never change/and ill die a smoker’s death in 20 yrs with 3 dead dogs to my name

 

THROW ME DOWN THE RIVER LMAO

every night i sleep in my own grave
i have a collection of dead pets
their ghosts haunt me and im afraid
of them leaving me every dawn
when the sun shines them away

make the blood flow
i cant make my own move
take the knife
-my veins are full of the
congealed crimson-
let it all flow across
my forearms

my ghosts will leave me when i
turn into a bloated corpse
in the river

cast me out to sea
steal my blood
kill it, kill it
mutilate me
when
i wash up
on shore

13 Oct 2014 / Reblogged from odibz with 6 notes

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13 Oct 2014 / Reblogged from internetpoetry with 92 notes

DISCNN//ECT

im running through town at 12 am
waving my knife in the air hoping
someone calls the cops on me 
as i scream bloody murder, the words
turn off the TVs under the cement

im going to commit suicide by cop
by walking up to one and shaking his hand
blam blam blam down i’ll go with 3 bullet wounds
and a tasing of my body for good measure

theres smoke in the air 
i feel like im inside
every single person
all at the same time 
experiencing the 
collective alienation
and misery of all humans

none of us are ever
going to die at this point