everyday it's a round about way
to everything that's exactly the same
i haven't slept in days
not including eight hours everynight
thats how it feels at least
what's the point in sleeping
if resting is nonexistant
my body doesn't collapse or deteriorate but
my mind never rejuvanates
it's useless for me to be here if i can't give the situation
the proper attention i deserve to give it
i haven't selpt in days.
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 11:15 AM UTC
i'm going to curl up now
and pretend you're here
not sure if you'd help at all
it's just that
at the end of they day
i'm not sure what to do
and i'm tired of this ****
and at the beginning of the day
i'm not sure what to do
and i'm tired of this ****
it's just that...
sigh.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
there's no one out there like me
that's for **** sure
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
you want to give love
i want to know it
you're solid with in numbers
i expect gravity to give
you've been hurt
i haven't any faith in reality
you've lost direction
i've got our compass
i'll promise you this
if you carry me piggy back
i'll point us where to go
be my landmark
i'll be your force
we'll nourish each other
piggy back.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 5:57 AM UTC
dear Life,
i take vitamin c with chicken noodle soup
cause i need a double boost of immunity to you,
Life, you're virus-like
slow and steady persistant stream of attack
on my will's white blood cells,
eventually wearing me down with:
term papers,
lies,
paper cuts,
and a nicotine addiction
dear Life,
i got a triple boost of immunity today
i drank orange juice with my vitamin c and soup.
HA.
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 6:36 PM UTC
all the classics
on the radio
your hand in mine
smiling, cruising interstate sixty-five
and then it played...
i got you, babe
i think
i got you, babe
i hope (because)
i got you, babe
i think i love you
...babe
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC
i walk a line
some where between listening to myself
and listening to God...
if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i suppose i wouldn't smoke that chronic i bought
and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i'd probably do my homework,
stop saying "fuck"and make sure to not flirt with men that weren't mine
picture this weekend scene;
saturday night, basement
drink in hand
smoke inhaled as clean and clear as everyday air
i would tell that nice boy
with the lip ring and name that starts with a "b"that i was taken by a special man
and ... and..excuses....
let them go let them roll as smooth as bacardi straight from the handle
bought at the local CVS by a bought-off ***
i guess i'm a girl that believes in hell on a bad day
when all bad things
poverty, homelessness, grandma's cancer and stubbing your toe
comes in the form of your dorm roommate
drunk at two am hollering and arranging the mini fridge,
when all the bad things feel as though they affect you directly
and if i truly believed i'd burn in hell
i'd be the girl that appreciated that remembers there's a merciful God
twenty-four seven always
but realitywho forgets
that life is a mystery
i write and it flows
and i know that these words are exaggerated because my conscious knows
i never miss a lecture, and is faithful to the one beautiful boythat actually gives a **** the day after
i'm the girlthat smokes a bowl
and worries about her soul
picture this weekend scene:
alone with a man
gorgeous and caring as could ever be
frozen lake front
wrapped in his arms,
perfect any teen girl couldn't want anything more
but unhappiness rests in me
it rests in his arms, sure neglected for a day or two
but this girls knows
clearity in mind strength through living empirically
and if i truly believe'd i'd go to heaven
i'd stop letting my worries write these ****** *** poems
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
i see through the gap in my teeth
and smile out of the side of my eyes
because when we were supposed to be right
we weren't
and when we were right
we still weren't
i've got eyes in the back of my head
but don't worry
they're blind
just like my mouth doesn't listen
but my ears say the darnedest things
just like
when our minds
weren't right
young folk
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
frustration
************
she'd make love if she knew
if she could
if she would
when her life seems to spiral down
mental capacities limited more and more
she sips a little 80 proof
packs another bowl and waits for
life
to
BEGUN
listens to music that reminds her of beautiful boys
that have long gone
moved on
beautiful boys they dance and sing play music together
in her dreams all of them
together smiling faces
cheating messes
probation
with some hesitation
she'd make love if she could
life
frustration
make love to a bar of soap
it's all you got
they ended short short relationship with a parting wish
"go **** yourself, *****
...and as she stands in shower
wonders if they'd feel satisfied
if they knew she did exactly that
it's all she has
one parting wish
and a bar of soap
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
simple and sweet
it started
a flirtation
confirmation of
a "mutual understanding"
little did she know it
was a
spiral down...
to nothing better than what she has,
and had many times before
still it continues
it'll continue
until the "understanding"
becomes
"time to move on"
and
"i've ****** up"
and
"aw, ****
look, girl
you misunderstood.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC