He looks like he's dying
he actually physically looks like
he's dying
with his tired eyes
thinning face
and his broken body
and his cigarette lips
they only spread lies
and he calls it his
'smoker's honesty'
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
we are not what we think we are
we think we are these
intelligent
beautiful
talented
beings, ones that have dominion over everything
but when you really look at us
we, as humans
destructive
angry
love-drunk
humans.
**people should not have to die every time someone argues
or every time there's a fight**
We think we're so smart
so **** sophisticated
but
**look
at
us**
We look at these animals
cats
birds
goldfish
...and we think they're stupid
because they don't feel the same way we do
they don't speak our language
we as humans
are not what we think we are
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Do you remember
when the dragon saved the princess
from that awful knight
because I can remember it clearer than most
the knight, a greedy *******
who's foul lips
wrapped around a glass bottle
who's foul lips
sought the bottle
and nothing more
and remember when he hit the princess that first time
remember when he grabbed her hair
remember when he shoved her down
put away the scars
the scratches
the bruises
treated it as
'oh, he's just showing his love'
and remember
remember that one night
when she finally called his bluff
she said 'no, you don't love me'
remember when he hit her with the bottle
the knight, what a **** bag
but after that,
came the dragon
with his tattoos and heavy beard
on his motorcycle
and beat the knight away
****** him to hell
or at least prison
and a lot of angry inmates
and the princess and the dragon
set away
to have a nice little life together
with the night safely locked and gone
in a far away tower.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Late one night
there was a bug on my face
and i reached up to brush it off
but all i could feel was a cold hand
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
on a good day you can see my heart and soul
and let me tell you, the best days are the ones when i see you.
you make me happy to live.
It could just be the regulatory chemical substances moving in my body creating my feelings for you
yet
on a good day, you make my heart skip a beat
and you make my soul dance for joy.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
i need to scream
i need to run
but i am so sick of my voice
i lay here, writhing in my own darkness.
i lack the ability to understand
why caring is such a shunned thing
it's okay to care
it's great to care
so why, i wonder, do you overlook it?
why don't you care about anything?
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE LOST MYSELF I HAVE LOST ALL MEANING I CANNOT GO ON BELIEVING IT'S WRONG TO CARE I HAVE SUFFOCATED THE PART OF ME THAT WAS ONCE ATTACHED TO YOU I HAVE DISCARDED WHAT ONCE ATTACHED ME TO MY FAMILY SIMPLY BECAUSE I CARE.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
you should stay home today. nobody wants to see you anyway
go away.
why are you even here? nobody wants to see you
i said go away.
but would anybody care if you left?
yes.
no, you're wrong.
well, you're sure confident today.
no, i'm just tired of you.
too bad you're too weak to get rid of me
go away.
you worship God like he's actually there
that's because he is.
you're wrong.
my God loves me. He saved me.
then why am i still here?
why do you try?
because i'm lovely.
wrong. you're a fat slob
maybe you're wrong.
but you don't believe that, do you?
look at you, you're pathetic. can't even tell him you like him
go away!
*i won't leave until you've ripped your veins from your bones.
i won't leave until you give up.*
why are you still here?
*because.
you think i might be right*
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
I hate how easy it is
for her to just look at her scars
to talk about them
like she talks about the weather
'you're beautiful' I tell her
'thanks' she replies
'really. I mean it'
'I'm sure you do'
She sighs, fiddles with strings
I try to emphasize my point
tell her more. all the time
but daddy never told her
'you're beautiful'
I hate seeing her scars
little reminders
that at one point
I could not be there
to love and cherish her
tell her that she's beautiful
Maybe I'm being selfish
maybe she loves her scars
maybe she doesn't want them to leave
but maybe she's just being strong
I am not the judge.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
I tried so hard to avoid the stereotypes
I tried so hard that I didn't realize
I was becoming one.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Let me take your hand
give me a pen
let me use your skin
to build a work of art
I'll make you prettier
bring out your scars and bruises
and watch me.
I'll ink you in
Lastly I'll write my name on your wrist
and a few others, too
I don't mind if you don't know who they are
they're gone and forgotten, just like me and you
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC