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Broken down and undefined
your so much worse
then I thought in my mind
reality hurts
especially at the first look.
Take a taste and never question
weather or not it is food. You passionatly **** at expressing
yourself
and it makes me sick.
Just like the food you give me.
your helplessly asking for help without asking and its annoying to watch you try to talk with your mouth closed.
...and don't even get me started on the word try...
Its hard to wallow in sorrow
its even harder to watch you do it.
I don't love you or care about you
or know you
but I want to.

It's ok that we forgot how to feel
so I guess its ok that I am in pain now.

Can we remember?

I want to
just *******, stop, trying.
go do something.
It's pathetic.
Your pathetic.

Carry a flower by its petals to the icy marble of an upside down statue of a Catholic reverend mothers torn womb.

Torn petals
broken flowers
let it move and
slide through space
pressed tightly between
two pains
of glass
the juices excrete
from the flesh
of a flower.

Its really beautiful.
My mind is so happy, the satisfaction of watching the life squeeze out of a flower under glass makes me feel safe to express the emotion love.
Excuses are easy when your dealing with the English Language.
Electronic microscopic
unlimited data storage
reprogrammable detachable
secure and hidden
in a cute red ribbon.

It holds some files that might make you cry your eyes out.
Photos of dead things and living things one after another.

Pixilated imagery redefines your minds third eye
and its natural production of dimethyltryptamine
its very mean
to think that death
smells good
in mass.

Sensory data, delete.
Forget about it child
your too young to think
its crazy, and abnormal
don't be abnormal, it is dangerous
to be too free because in freedom
you can become a little dumb
loose your mind
forget what living is.

Go plant a flower or a tree
take a walk sometime
its healthy
to move.
Because you talk about how stagnate society is getting wail you sit there every day out of your mind exploring something you cant even see or feel. It's really silly to try to get something out of nothing, but data.
The ribbon would be easier to look at if it were blue
Hello
you there, blind one.
where have you put your eyes?
forgot how to see forgot how to fly
it's hard to never know, why
you are stuck.

take a bite of an apple, what do you taste...
are you human? nothing at all.
oh but just how delicious can the most delicious of all the ripe apples be,
if your blind and cant taste and forgot how to fly,
those apples will be stuck in the tree.

*apparently they are not for you
creative
expression
can
only
be
judged
by
expressionless
creativity
expression is the most amazing thing
I want to feel free
we always have

it is not a thing
it is and never wonder why
a way of being
it's expensive

this is all interwoven
I love how much I care
because none of it makes.
write about why you think, you?

any sense at all?

but always think
and how creative
in my mind

this is all
can be

when you just try
forever separate and your
and stop doing forever
******* delusional to think

that I could ever stop loving you
silence is as silence does
they tell me this is all because
we are free and you are not
to be the one
who is no... one at all
rounded by something skinny and seen through
a letter and a book and a fire
of burning
paper
and words thought out by ideas called paper and pen and man and why?
dissolve it all
it's all unreal and forever here
there is near
infinity
I hate writing
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