You look worse
since we broke up.
Especially from the
You face is hollow,
and the bags
under your eyes,
You look scruffy,
and that pleases me,
I don't know why.
sadness is such
Look at my lips,
our last kiss.
I'll show you where the bad ones go,
Land of nightmares and submarines,
Submerging you into the ocean of your tears,
You'll be wrapped in a blanket of your biggest fears.
The trees whisper your secrets, they see everything,
The clouds cry tears for you, but their tears, acid,
And you'll drown in their misery for your misery,
You'll forever scream, “Can't you see what you've done to me?”
The things in your dreams, imagine them,
Are now mutilated at the seams, imagine that,
And imagine that, now you're dead, dead, dead,
dead, dead, blood red, you've lost your head.
You're falling faster, you wish you hadn't been bad now,
I told you I'll show you where the bad ones go,
You didn't believe me the slightest bit, but you should,
If you knew this world like me, you'd kill yourself, you would.
End it all, end it all before it gets any worse,
But it's going to continue to hurt, you're going to continue to bleed,
I hope your fears are scary, tears are red, hopes are dead,
Don't look at me, you heard what I said.
I hope your hopes are dead.
You left me dead.
I'll show you where the bad ones go.
You left me dead.
Mindless pander within the dome of reason
Bickering more or less with the walls and self
Punishment, punishment: damn you fool
Death and the universe coincide, collide
One being, supernaturally existent
Normally abnormal beyond logic
Dreams of dreams about dreams frolic
Goals pace themselves towards the gulliotine
One little sheep, two little sheep: dead
Oh elusive sleep, why do you not embrace me?
I once knew a girl who thought death
was easier than living a mess of a life.
Her family was stained with meth,
but I told her she had to put down the knife.
She said she had no purpose, no reason
but I pointed out to her the small, pretty things
and told her emotions and feelings changed like seasons,
and happiness would come with the summer the world brings.
She believed me and started to change her ways.
She was so gorgeous when she smiled.
I could press my lips against hers for days.
She was perfect to me, my wonder child.
The girl I once knew was dead, like she wanted.
Rest in peace, she was sadder than she needed to be.
Now with a smile and happy eyes that were once haunted,
I knew this girl had to know what she meant to me.
So I told her I loved her through a text, even though
I wanted to say it in person so I could see the look on her face.
It would have been one of those smiles I love, I know.
And since then I know we've both found our place
Right by each others' sides where our smiles are the brightest.
That's where we belonged, we couldn't fight this.
I was whole when I surrendered to her with a kiss.
I finally learned the definition of eternal bliss.
Stick a lolipop
into the mouth of moments
your life is a child
And somewhere in there
you give a fuck about the moon
and somewhere in there
you give a flying fuck
about the moon
and no it's not cheese.
That mouth knows what dirt tastes like
but that wont stop me from pouring caramel
and cigarettes over it.
I need a fix
of candied dirt
I'm not afraid of the eclipse
because I'm already addicted to the dark.
So lock the door
draw the curtains
The tide wont be knocking
no matter how much you
want it to fill the room
or how big is your sweet tooth
anything will do.
So thank the moon we were wearing seat belts.
Otherwise we might be vegetables
eating only exhaust
force fed the sun
you only make war on an empty stomach
or with an insatiable hunger.
for the civilians and thier children
who only know the taste of war.
Idiot flavored idiots with a hint of
that will bore a cavity so big
it'll put holes in the head
of kindergardens everywhere.
Who write their valentines on bombs.
Who's love murders buildings,
plowing through bodies on city streets all to reach
for the people
you because when parents fucking in a box
you call a country means
you don't care
you put genocide on the menu
and there are some things that just wont do.
As I grow weary of rivaling chefs pointing fingers
in circles forever
becoming a porthole to the murder business
becoming the unsuspecting manhole for
the human animal's existence
The dead mothers would find safe shelter in the sewer
but it stinks of shit and dead bodies
like our prepackaged liberty
Because to start a revolution means living it
and what better way,
to cripple a reckless pace
that finishes first in hunger,
starting fist fights with other people's lives
and forgets even sooner
I would come home from school and sit in the middle of my bed.
I would stare at everything in my room.
I closed my windows and shut the curtains.
I listened to my parents talk.
I watched the one I fell for love another girl.
I never loved him
He always loved me.
So he would always come back to me because he said my love was the best and the sweetest.
I never really understood that because I never loved him.
He said then its natural for you to be so sweet.
I hate it because im no longer sweet, im so bitter.
I used to tie scarves around my neck to see if my mom understood what I as trying to do.
But she had no clue.
I used to go to catholic school.
I hated it.
How can I worship God if he wasn't fulfilling my wishes on being dead.
I really hoped he would save me the pain and ink so that I wouldn't have to write a suicide letter.
My dad was so abusive and I thought that if he didn't love me what man will?
So I never cared for these boys.
I made them fall in love with my words.
Never even touched them.
They would fall for me and I would run away.
I had so much heart and soul in me.
and im happy no one took that away from me.
Its just hiding in there.
Im scared to fall in love because love is crazy.
Love makes you crazy.
But im already crazy.
So I want to fall in love and I want it to be amazingly crazy.
if that even makes sense.
-Asterisks indicate the necessity to pop your cheek with your thumb.
-Answer the two questions correctly and I will give you a hug.
He fell asleep while traveling time
where a true name
becomes everything else.
So please give me a minute to explain myself
through the doorways
that I see champagne on a windowsill
walking across the room with blue
and fine china feet
saying again and again
the words become a song
singing and swinging the bottle like a dinner bell for thirst.
A kind that we've settled to quench
and somebody else's dream.
So don't pour my drink.
I'm trying to uncork it with my thumbs.
and I still have a tongue
so I will use it and I
I will use my thumbs to push back time
becomes a baby.
Dr. King becomes a baby.
Until the left and the right and every dead genius in between
Tiny feet trying not to crush the wet salad of the lawn
because it is green,
like my heart
that has learned
how to break fine china.
let me tell you
it's a lot more tiresome than a blue dream
but he fell asleep on a boxcar crossing Germany
where mustard gas
drowns you in your own lungs
and he tries to breath between the joints in the track
Asking again and again,
"Who killed me?"
"Who am I?",
until dinner was served without grace.
Until my head becomes stiff and bubble shaped
having been conditioned by
So we should tell all the baby hitlers,
that become children
that become us,
that a lie
is what you become
when abusing language to distort a reality.
And when you make a fist
you are handing lies out at random on a silver tongue.
But I still have one
and I still have thumbs
so sorry to burst your bubble but,
I don't mean to put
I know it hurts
to have something so precious as the world
But walls hurt worse
and through them only muffled sounds are ever heard
until your world is made of mute prisoners
that have forgotten what silver
really sounds like.
for I also have ears
so give me second place
and I will throw the medal against your walls.
the universe doesn't look like an ebony tub,
with knobs we can't ever see,
full of infinite shining marbles to everybody.
is a library of language,
so free will isn't a book written in english.
those know nothing infants trying to travel,
Belonging like this medal bouncing trying to sing
off your wall
Where again it will ring,
we've all been runner up
we still get annoyed when another doesn't enter our library
instead of trying harder
let me say grace.
Let me set l o n g tables
with the gruel that's been given
served on b r n.
with sterling silver.
My world is spinning underneath me
And I've lost my ability to stand
My paint is chipping as my life begins to defeat me
And I could really use a hand
But I'm bad at asking for help
This is a cry for
"I'm in a crisis"
Left to my own devices
and my track record says I tend to make incorrect choices
But the voices of my friends
say "It gets better in the end"
and I know life is a cluster
of lies we tell one another
So happy birthday, Earth
Sorry I missed your call
I've been hiding all winter
sick in spring
hoping to be dead by summer
If my mind were the Wild West
Girl, you'd be my Fort Sumner
Call me Billy
and shoot me before I get away
Can I have your attention please?
Imagine if Tupac wrote this I wonder if
we connected cause this was written on his birthday coincidentally.
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting my nights we're slowly fading away
You’ve got the grin of a liar, and the frown of being caught.
I don’t trust you for a minute, you’re not the person I once loved.
And you’ve been damned with all your damning, at least inside my mind.
But inside my chest, a grave is being dug.
Rest in peace the girl who loved with open arms, scarless and white;
eager to please, without walls and without weeping.
I don’t know if you’re playing dead, or the coffin’s sealed and shut.
And if you’re being buried, I, too, will have a tomb; RIP the girl you once knew.
Were you always such a sinner, selfish and insatiable and scarring?
I believed you every second, every whisper in my ear.
Take a bow and pack your things, or somehow prove me wrong.
I used to think the world of you, and how beautiful a place was this world with you in it.
I’m running out of reasons and you’re running out of time.
If patience is a virtue, call me a sinner, too.
But now we’re both nearly six feet under and the stars are dimming.
The box of your beloved words to me is burning in my stomach and ringing in my ears;
you don’t care anymore, if you ever did.
On my heart you’ve left nothing but tea rings and bullet holes and burns and cracks.
But what hurts the most is not any of this, but that I still can’t regret a thing.