"Dance, fucker, dance!
Oct 29

"Dance, fucker, dance!

Mother fucker
Sir Seth Scott Elkins

Mother fucker
Mother fucker
Fucking fuck you
Mother fucker
You fucked my mother
You Mother Fucker
I aught to fuck you
You fucking fucker
Dearest fucker
Of my mother
I’m fucking fucked
If you don’t smother
Me with fucks
You fuckity fucker
Fuck your face
You lucky fucker

Jul 17

Take it out on me
So I can give it back
Let me blame you for my bullshit
While you use what I don't lack.

demon bares it's fangs and it rips into my mind.
it seems as though Hell dares exist in me, tonight.
crooked horns, talons and razor sharp red teeth.
tell me what it is that you fucking want with me.
living in my head, you're there, still I shut my eyes
just to see your face, I swear, I'd rather be blind.
feel your claws ripping in me, my sanity you take
my eyes hurt so much the longer I'm awake
paralysis has trapped me, in my shell I cannot move
stuck between consciousness just to stare awake at you.
"chemical imbalance", shout the bullshit in my ear.
"she just has depression" that is why I'm never here.
"you never talk to us", my walls are now closing in
how dare you tell me I'm messed up,
how dare this demon win.

skull that matters, fucker,
Derek Yohn
Derek Yohn
Nov 12, 2013

What you think about other
peoples' hair is a trick by
the establishment to keep you
down.  Not all with long
hair are hippies, not every
skinhead is a Neo-Nazi.
An afro doesn't make you
funky, having soul does.

It isn't what is on the
skull that matters, fucker,
it is what happens

Rowan J
Rowan J
Aug 12

you looked at me
through your depression tinted lenses
and i thought to myself
organs ticking like a croc
'so what?
we all do stupid things at three in the morning.'
and i told you how i felt
last summer
as if it were today.

#lies   #weakness   #fucker  
Nov 13

I would have given anything to be
your pusher,
hustle your love addicted funk
into yesteryear and watch you
squirm, just to feel lustful cum
I would make you get your milk
money, honey
Throw huneds, watch you
crawl back to pay respects
to that white girl in the alley
I would have given anything to be
your pusher,
addicted, strained, strung along
but I'll keep that tidbit on a chain
tightly wound around my wrist
you feel that, addicts and pain
Something of a -
pushers game

What I would have given...
#me   #fucker   #scenario   #dealer  

you made me promise
that i'd never cut.
then why the hell
did you inscribe
your name
your smile
your heart
all over my arms
in thin fragile lines
flowing with blood

you make me want to

dedicated to him
#love   #heartbreak   #sad   #depression   #pain   #sadness   #lost   #hurt   #you   #breakup   #ache  
Amelia Fisher
Amelia Fisher
Jun 25, 2013

as if the bruises of my self conscious's grip weren't enough of a reminder of my
harsh imperfections,
their icy stares and startling bluntness ring a brutality in my eyes that can only be absorbed
by those foolish enough to cross over into the unmapped, untouched.
is is there where I finally feel my lungs expand and my lips moisten from knowing that I am
defined by a flaw or a handful of them, placed intricately along the paper thin lining that means
nothing in the end.
but in an instant you wrangle me back into a place where the spots matter and I don't.

Jun 7

looks like another night alone
a heavy eyed boy moving heavy boxes into your home
“i’ll see you tomorrow, love, when the light is new”
never felt as good as waking up next to you
but the way you crawl into my bed each time you come
well both those heavy eyes and i become undone
and you can blame it on things like running away
online, lost and found, reward, posted today
and wanted posters hanging around town
yeah, you’ve been around town
and i’ve been waiting up for you
but lover, i’ve gotta put you down
drink until that mark on your neck starts to fade
purple never looked good on you anyway

#day   #hey   #donut   #national   #fucker  
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