So if you're feeling too gay,
Grab a pen and take down this.
I'll teach you lessons so ill that the school shooter called in sick.
Skip the sleep so you can't think straight,
Steal your father's whiskey while he's having sex that kinda sounds like rape.
Bash that coon's head in when he shows up to bring your mother on a date,
Unless you want her split apart like a nigger-loving substrate.
Bend over that table,
Spread your cheeks and close your eyes,
Get a fat dick shoved in your arse while your family say it's part of life.
Lubricate so much that you can't see,
Unless you want it dry.
Getting blinded by semen isn't what I meant by eye to eye.
Contract several diseases by putting modern media in your eye.
Stick your D in a woman's V and give her an extra H and I.
Lord save us.
My father can't maintain us.
He's pleading innocent in his trial on account of it was in the anus.
Hit a gay man simply on account of his gayness then go to court the next day and plead innocent because it's contagious.
You couldn’t look at me.
I was right there, and you couldn’t look at me.
Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.
Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.
But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me
The song we sing together is quite out of tune, yet as it's stuck in our minds we chose to sing along every moment our lips part.
It's a dreadful tune, like ring-around the rosie, we think it's something we can dance and laugh to even though it's a song of death and torture.
Please change the record.
- Julia Aubrey Rhodes -
the first boy i ever loved had a freckle under his eye
and i swore
i'd never forget how that looked
and now, i have forgotten which eye it was under
and what color they were
but this, this is not a sad realization
this is not justification
this is an explanation of a simple thing:
i was not in love
but for the life of me, i could've been
and for reasons that i can't quite explain
we drifted apart
and truthfully, this may have been because he called me names i cannot repeat
and he broke me in ways that i'll never be able to fix
as fucked as it is, i stayed for a while longer
even though i knew i shouldn't
god, i thought i was in love
i swore i'd never forget that
but i did and i have
and sometimes these "goods" and "bads" come to pass
and all that's left is a fading memory
a fleeting feeling
not of love, but of longing
to be in love again
and this freckle under his eye, well i haven't seen it in seven months
and i don't really care to
because i've seen other beautiful things
things that would make that freckle seem
things that would make that freckle seem
things that i swear
i will never forget
and this, i know
is not forever
i am not in love with the world yet
but for the life of me,
i could be
two years ago my body was anything but. i built bridges
into my heart and burnt them down
just so all the memories couldn’t pass
this is an apology for all the good things i left stranded,
for the massacre inside me,
for the worst parts that survived the war
i never intended to grow outward instead of up –
just wanted to be a part of the needed,
of the appreciated and loved
i stopped playing the piano when i was nine years old
because i hated the emptiness that filled the air
in between each note
one night my dad slammed the door so hard my mother
shook for days, i made her coffee in the mornings
because she couldn't bear to sleep in a half empty bed
those were the first nights i spent writing
rather than sleeping. this an acknowledgement for the words
that never made their way onto paper
to all the bridged dreams and deserted soldiers -
i am coming back for you, all of you,
and i will tell your story
Cheek to cheek
Mixing spiced air
With charcoal smudging hair
The air closes in
Transfixed by staring from you
Not thinking, not able to
Dressed tall, floating
Breathless, wordless, unlike myself
In your arms, time slows
The spiced air flows
Warm ice washes numbness
I'm not aware I'm breathing
I suspend myself to the night
Moonlit, lamplit limelight
The song may end,
I rush thoughts in, swelling me
I thank you
I won't forget you
Close your eyes.
Your prying lies
Will surely lead to my demise,
For I was born
To be more
Than just a simple wife.
I'm not a trophy by any means,
But I see marriage in your eyes --
Two rings staring right at who you think I am,
The one you want, but I never can
Be the girl that you desire.
You've been confusing my cold shoulder
For an igniting fire.
I'm not trying to call you a liar,
If anything, I'm the one concealing the truth.
I will never be just a wife,
I will lead my own fantastic life.
I'll never wear an apron, curls, or pearls.
I will never be your one and only girl.
I will live for myself and my daughters,
For all those women to come
All they can ever be is a housewife
Clad in pink.
Honey, there's so much more to this
Than a life in which you depend on a man
For your happiness.
Be your own other half,
Fall in love with your own smile.
If it wasn't meant to happen
then let it pass
but enjoy the good times whilst it lasts
Don't be sad as it starts to end
find the good in goodbye
and be happy that it ever began
If it's meant to happen
it surely will
As we have no options in life
no free will
All I know
is you'll be happy in the end
So if it's not now
than it's not nearly the end.
Can I keep you in my pocket,
And bring you around everywhere I go?
I have a wonderful little idea for you and me,
Do you want to know?
We meet eyes across a dark world,
And we cause an explosion of light.
Our bodies shiver, that warming, joyful kind,
And the feeling rushes from our hearts, just like a plight.
Our hands fit together perfectly,
And we kiss like Eskimos in their igloos.
We can build up a small house on a hilltop,
With a glass ceiling, if you choose?
I know how much you love the night sky,
And you know I love it too.
I would lay there with you always,
As the skies turn from blue to black, and black to blue.
On our hilltop, we'd be surrounded by green grass,
And flowers would grow between each blade.
There would be a tall tree overhanging our small house,
And, on hot days, we would sit under it for some shade.
I'd make you laugh just to see that amazing smile,
And your eyes would twinkle brighter than the moon.
You'd pull me closer and let me stand on your toes,
As we both danced to our favourite tune.
You'd whisper words no one has ever told me,
Three words that mean so much more.
And you'd wonder as we get lost in each other's eyes,
If our hearts had once known each other before..
If I keep you in my pocket,
My dreams may one day come true.
You'll meet my eyes across the dark world
And then I can live happily, in the light, with you.
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