and suddenly, everything lost it's meaning.
it's all so very simplistic.
put it into a metaphor if need be,
that when we smoke we use the flames in our hearts to light our cigarette.
but, narrow it all down
the crevices in your hands are as thin as your patience
and can be split by even a paper cut.
i light my cigarette with a ******* lighter.
what fuels it all?
well, really some butane or naphtha or any lighter fluid you prefer.
get a grip.
you're not facing any of those deep rooted issues in you
and those don't go away.
for ***** sake, you ripped your heart out of your chest to light a cigarette.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
i want to breathe without the usage of my lungs
i want to see without any eyes
i want to feel a heartbeat in the center of my mind
yet there's nothing here
but silence and wind
and a lack of real meaning in life.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
im afraid
that people ****
and im a person too
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
theres nothing to say
you put a knife in my back
and i moaned
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
another wasted hour
wasting ink
and wasting paper
im wasting your time
as well as mine
im soon to be a wasted life
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
that creature of disguise
the one hiding in my eyes
it is something of my creation
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
his whisper lingers in the air
over and over i inhale his breath
knowing if i didnt
id soon suffocate
his hands growing to be the carbon dioxide
that fills the drink going down my throat
its not him that i fear
nor the hell he put me through
but the way he left me
as i cant stand any better
than how he said i would when he was through with me
but that was years ago
now my minds more cloudy
than the smoke that emitted from his mouth
that night
i was supposed to "see heaven and its stars"
now im wishing to be one of those stars
or the devils servant below if i must
or even a speck of dirt soon to be lost
in a nonexistent form of life
with no closure
but no pain
it sounds so much better
than living in the shadow of his words
and by the grasp of his hands
god im so sick
its been this way before winter hit
my nose has been running and running
i cannot smell a thing
i cannot see a thing
and im starting to question
if what im really taking in
is his alcoholic breath
it wouldnt be the first time i guess.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
did you know
how menacing
his shining blue eyes were
some say they were
the color of the ocean
id agree
as i definitely drowned
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
baby girl i want you
not necessarily for
the convenience of a hand to hold
nor lips to caress my aching heart
but to raise my temperature
enough to reach the sun
and keep me flying
high above the earth
darling
oh darling dear
i wish to be frank with you
and let you know
i find my bedsheets to be the loveliest lingerie you can own
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC