roaches in my head

roaches in my head by Butterflies And Bullets
roaches in my head by Butterflies And Bullets

roaches in my head

There are roaches in my head
Mating, Laying Flying and Dieing
Scurrying about as they eat the matter
Leaving nothing but disease and excrement
Hatching nymphs wriggle through brain tissue
Instars molt leaving trails of thier own development
as mine….fails

ah there is more to this poem but its semi suicidal lmfao hahaha! and gross!...so i will leave it out (hence the corny ending!)

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  • carolinewood

    carolinewood, 4 months ago

    fuckin hate those things

  • Michelle Scott

    Michelle Scott, 4 months ago

    arrrrrrrrrr me to and beetles good photo though :) i cant look at it for too long lmao

  • Snoboardnlife

    Snoboardnlife, 4 months ago

    LOL Love the poem, I really liked the direction it was going in! I was gonna say,I have roaches in my ash tray! LOL

  • Michelle Scott

    Michelle Scott, 4 months ago

    a roache in my bed lmao arrrrrr i am not going to sleep tonight now lol

  • carolinewood

    carolinewood, 4 months ago

    maybe you should empty your ashtray snowboardnlife?

  • atomikboy

    atomikboy, 4 months ago

    And to think….these guys would survive a Nuclear war!!!

  • JenniferB

    JenniferB, 4 months ago

    I respect roaches… hey, why did you pull the crayon picture down? I was just going to comment on it!

  • Butterflies And Bullets

    Butterflies An... in reply to JenniferB’s comment, 4 months ago

    i put it back lmfao quit ur b*tchin! hahaha!

  • JenniferB

    JenniferB, 4 months ago

    good! :-P

  • flower68

    flower68, 4 months ago

    i hate those fuckers more than anything.ugh.but your concepts kick ass.

  • heroine

    heroine, 4 months ago

    Bloody hideous!!

  • Carlos Solorza

    Carlos Solorza, 3 months ago

    i know these creatures that can thrive in one’s head. they use to thrive in mine. today i can still hear them rattle about the caverns that were eaten into my brain but, today they are just carcusses, memories that sometimes make me cringe, memories that somedays make me grateful that i no longer am a scientist, experimenting with things found inside a hardware store and underneath the sink and sometimes in the tiniest crevices underneath the carpet.
    your poem, i like it. would like to read the rest.

  • Butterflies And Bullets

    Butterflies An... in reply to Carlos Solorza’s comment, 3 months ago

    omfg me too! except, im all set to fail today how quaint right?

  • Carlos Solorza

    Carlos Solorza, 3 months ago

    i think that we (and we know who “we are are) are set to fail each day we are alive. you wanna know sometin’ weird? i have had 15 years of those days all in a row. how? my last time was so fuckin bad that to this day it it gets me past the thought of failing.
    we all gotta do what we gotta do.
    i do hope to see you back soon, i will tell you about the gun at my head.
    fuck! i just got a bit teary eyed…
    i hate whatt that shit does.
    take care of yourself Heather

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