I've become so disappointed in my generation
of modern youth
with a pepsi in one hand
and a cell phone in the other
Refusing to hold on to freedom
and instead giving in to the slavery
of technology
And the businesses that keep it running
and feeding us
with false hope that we will stand out
against millions of clones
all around us
So drink your soda
and enjoy the sweet taste
of millions of dollars being made
off your slow descent into oblivion
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
keep control
keep control
keep control
never stop
never stop
never stop
as the adrenaline pumps
and the world becomes beautiful
and your eyes become brighter
and the day seems clearer
are you ready to begin?
or are you waiting for the symptoms to subside
so you can go back to school
where you MUST laugh at the worst jokes
because the world is clearer
and you don't want to miss out on the day
do you?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
is it my best interest to help you?
or your best interest to take me for granted?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
the branches
sway
like my walls
when you are near
the leaves
fall
like my tears
when you leave me
all alone
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
He slapped her
Hard
She lay on the Dirt floor until she heard His footsteps disappear
into the Safety of their bedroom.
She looked up at Her yellowbrown walls.
“I should really repaint them”
They reminded her of Summer
and she hated Summer.
She wanted to cry,
but didn’t.
She wanted to call Them,
but couldn’t.
After all, this was only His First time
She climbed into their yellowbrown bed
which matched the yellowbrown walls
and yellowbrown fridge
which was specifically color coordinated with
the yellowbrown drapes that she had Loved so much.
She fell a sleep,
her warmish body pressed against His.
His being as hot as Summer.
She hated Summer.
She Loved him.
He Loved her.
He a pologized.
She thought it would Never happen a gain.
Never A nother time.
A nother cycle.
Repetition
Repetition
REPETITION
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over A gain.
She began to flood her river onto her too pink Cheeks
Slowly Choking to Death on her own
Self pity and Shame
And all he could do was grant her a hug of Darkness
as she quietly Drowned
After all, this was only his Ninth time.
She still hated Summer
And she still Loved him
He Loved her.
She fingered her bruises
like a well cherished Friend.
Gingerly
Carefully
Lovingly
She refused to buy him another Beer.
She thought he might Stop.
He didn’t.
He Con tinued
To De stroy
PERFECTION
They reported His Death.
She stood in front of grayblack coffin,
Her river Flowed faster and faster down
her emaciated Cheeks and onto His tombstone.
Faster and faster still
until she had to break the cool, cold surface
just to Find her own Humanity.
She still Loved him.
He must still Love her.
Her Mind began to drift.
Is there a God?
A man maybe,
with a long beard and a Wise and Kind face.
She had seen Him on TV.
Some kind of Religious channel about the story of Jesus.
She thought she would
Like to be like Jesus.
She made sure the rope was Tight.
The chair was just tall Enough to reach
with the Ends of her toes. She privately smiled
That Smile to herself.
As if she were sharing a Private joke.
And she was the Only one
who really knew the punch line.
The yellowbrown room was Hot.
As Hot as Summer.
She hated Summer.
She Jumped.
The rope was Tight.
It didn’t take long.
She was just trying to get to that Better place.
The Place where a TV God
with a long beard and a Kind face
would welcome her with the sharpness of a knife.
A Place where there was no Shame,
no yellowbrown fridge
that was carefully color coordinated
with the yellowbrown drapes,
no Summer,
no Private jokes,
no Imperfections,
and no Rivers.
A place of Peace.
Where there were no other bluepurplegray galaxies in the Universe
other than Him and Her.
Because she Loved him.
He Loved Her.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Say Goodbye
To this sultry world of class
Status, wealth, power
All revolving around
This principle of money
Say Hello
To a life of fairness
That never ceases
To offend the world
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
it's a **** good thing
that my thighs are big enough
to handle all of your ********
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
I see you
Brown haired, bubbly, bursting
With energy that threatens to come loose
Like a champagne cork
On the edge of an overflowing bottle
It has always remained a mystery to me
How these bright-eyed beauties
Are as unknown to us
As we are to ourselves
She doesn’t truly know herself, you see
And leaves her sweet-smelling hair
To the task
Of keeping you away
From the treasure in her mind
There is never a proper description for her
So “high maintenance” is used to fill the void
Produced by the simplest of minds
As an excuse for their lack of imagination
Is she difficult?
Desirable?
Or simply distant?
There is no answer to the wondrous question
So her heart will stay locked up forever.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
I stood in the dark hallway
Looking at the shroud of faces
Staring back.
If I were different
I could’ve sworn these faces
Belonged to actual people.
They watched as I walked
Beady eyes following every movement I made
Down to the slight movement of my stomach
That came with every sharp breath.
Their shiny covers were emotionless
Not a single expression was known
To the blank canvas.
The rain poured outside
Creating shimmery puddles in the ruts of the ground
And a dark shroud of a face
Looked up from the water.
It saw through my eyes
It breathed with my mouth
And for a second I pretended I didn’t see the shiny exterior
Covering all emotions.
For a moment
For one precious moment
I could pretend that the mask in the water
Wasn’t mine.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC