Life is to short
to go through it in a blur.
Life is to short,
to fight with friends.
Life is to short,
to push the ones you love away.
Life is to short,
to worry about silly things.
You need to slow down
and enjoy the world around you.
Because you never know,
it may change in a blink of an eye
You need to stop
taking things for granted.
Because you don't know what you have,
till it is taking away from you,
Life is to short
to go through it in a blur.
Life is to short,
to fight with friends.
Life is to short,
to push the ones you love away.
Life is to short,
to worry about silly things.
Did you ever wake up and realize
that somehow, over night,
everything stopped making sense?
All of a sudden, your bed feels foreign to you.
Your pillow is cold against your cheek and
your blankets aren’t as comforting
as they used to be.
You drag yourself out
from beneath the covers
and the walk to the bathroom
Feels longer than you remember.
The tile on the floor is more solid and
the little rug in front of the sink
no longer caresses your toes.
When you look up,
when you make eye contact with yourself,
you notice that your eyes
are no longer the same shade of blue.
Your hair is longer and lighter,
your shoulders sag lower,
and the wrinkles at the corners
of your eyes are more defined.
You turn the knob on the sink
but the water takes longer to warm
than it did the night before.
Washing your face,
you hope that it’s all just an illusion.
You look up again and nothing’s changed.
Your heart starts to race,
you hope that it’s just an off morning
but your mind tells you that you know better.
Slowly, you take the few steps
back to your room and
look at the person lying
in the space beside yours.
You close your eyes and
open them once more.
Nothing, you feel nothing.
The person lying in your bed
is suddenly a stranger,
and then you realize,
so is the person inside of you.
Did you ever wake up and realize
that somehow, over night,
everything stopped making sense?
All of a sudden, your bed feels foreign to you. Your pillow is cold against your cheek and
your blankets aren’t as comforting
as they used to be.
You drag yourself out
from beneath the covers
and the walk to the bathroom
Feels longer than you remember.
The tile on the floor is more solid and
the little rug in front of the sink
no longer caresses your toes.
When you look up,
when you make eye contact with yourself,
you notice that your eyes
are no longer the same shade of blue.
Your hair is longer and lighter,
your shoulders sag lower,
and the wrinkles at the corners
of your eyes are more defined.
You turn the knob on the sink
but the water takes longer to warm
than it did the night before.
Washing your face,
you hope that it’s all just an illusion.
You look up again and nothing’s changed.
Your heart starts to race,
you hope that it’s just an off morning
but your mind tells you that you know better. Slowly, you take the few steps
back to your room and
look at the person lying
in the space beside yours.
You close your eyes and
open them once more.
Nothing, you feel nothing.
The person lying in your bed
is suddenly a stranger,
and then you realize,
so is the person inside of you.
Did you ever wake up and realize
that somehow, over night,
everything stopped making sense?
All of a sudden, your bed feels foreign to you. Your pillow is cold against your cheek and
your blankets aren’t as comforting
as they used to be.
You drag yourself out
from beneath the covers
and the walk to the bathroom
Feels longer than you remember.
The tile on the floor is more solid and
the little rug in front of the sink
no longer caresses your toes.
When you look up,
when you make eye contact with yourself,
you notice that your eyes
are no longer the same shade of blue.
Your hair is longer and lighter,
your shoulders sag lower,
and the wrinkles at the corners
of your eyes are more defined.
You turn the knob on the sink
but the water takes longer to warm
than it did the night before.
Washing your face,
you hope that it’s all just an illusion.
You look up again and nothing’s changed.
Your heart starts to race,
you hope that it’s just an off morning
but your mind tells you that you know better. Slowly, you take the few steps
back to your room and
look at the person lying
in the space beside yours.
You close your eyes and
open them once more.
Nothing, you feel nothing.
The person lying in your bed
is suddenly a stranger,
and then you realize,
so is the person inside of you.
We all have a monster.
For some of us, it's our mother-in-law.
For others, it's the teacher in the back of the classroom, giving you the stink eye.
My monster is nothing like other monsters.
It's pink.
Completely covered in dull, pink scales.
It's not nearly as cute as it sounds.
It's nails are ten inches long.
They're painted, but all jagged and chipped.
She often drags them across the walls,
Making an awful screeching noise that pierces through my ears.
The eyes are blood shot,
And the irises are so blue that they're almost white.
The monster is a female.
She has no name,
For giving her a name would mean that she deserves to be treated as a respectable human.
My monster is degrading.
She often whispers heinous and disrespectful things in my ear.
"You're fat, ugly, and disgusting."
"All of your dumb questions are a reflection of your idiotic mind."
"You will be a virgin for the rest of your life."
"No man could ever love you."
"You've got shit for brains."
She makes me want to throw myself off of a bridge.
When I shower, I am afraid to close my eyes.
I fear that when I open them again, she will be right there.
My monster thrives on my pain and suffering.
I can only hope that an angel will come to save me.
An angel with kind eyes,
Smooth, glowing skin,
And a soft, strong voice.
Hopefully my angel will come to destroy my monster.
I can only pray that that day will come soon.
There's a place
that most
don't dare to look.
I look to it,
in it,
for it.
I've seen
so many things
hidden there.
Dark, shadowy things,
that should never
have been seen.
This place
hold secrets
and myths
and the unknown.
This place
is
the corner of your eye.
Just give me one more taste of your precious toxicity,
And, baby, we can medicate; we can love ourselves to sleep.
And in the morning we’ll be mourning, the clock will laugh its chime.
This was all at the wrong time, this was all wrong at this time.
And I’ll dance my pretty toes away, I’ll nibble on your ear,
Pretend we were never apart, our souls were always near.
I’ll cry my fucking eyes out as we sit on the bed,
Because it feels right on skin, in heart, but wicked in my head.
Deceptive, delicious, witchcraft in your eye,
In logic you’re the devil but your lips feel like the sky.
We can nightmare through the afternoon, smoke up right at dawn,
But from the haze of my twisted thoughts you’ll never be gone.
And though this is poison jail, I’ve never felt more free.
You are so bad for me; you are so bad for me.
Where do we stand? For whom do we wait?
Our unborn thoughts perhaps...
We've watched them walk by ,
Not sparing a frugal glance...
My love, aren't we getting late?
No one will have a hand to lend,
We've to build a world out of morsels...
Stick by stick, soul by soul.
No one will say, "Love! You were right!"
Pull the thread, while the tear we mend...
Ignore the pretty colors my love,
We will thrive in black and white...
We will watch the sunset from the fringes of their lives..
We will remain out of sight.
We lie unclaimed in each other's graves,
Yet we seem to be so much more...
The universe is made of me and you...
We shine brighter than the flashing windows...
Only for each other's eye
I awoke to her body naked,
what happend last night was very sacred,
so don't get baked kid,
don't get faked kid,
don't throw your bid,
don't blow your lid.
Good god almighty that beautiful grin,
oh dear for with you I'd sin,
I don't care if hell is my price,
you are always my heavenly vice,
You may be foible but in my eyes your perfect,
in my eyes you're worth it.
A new love it's time to rebirth it!
Out of the womb new to the eye,
moan after moan,
cry after cry,
slow down she pleads!
the iniquity in my heart recedes,
she is my lover, my partner, the one who leads.
emotions are as if a current,
far out to shore,
sometimes they can't be seen,
by the eye alone,
or the best telescope on earth,
but sadness is lurking,
in the reefs of the ocean,
and suddenly,
the moon sweeps them in,
from safety to drenched in no time at all,
bone dry to stood shaking,
moments it can take to change,
from content,
to lost.
