In your neon green Victoria Secret sweats
And tight-fitted, light-weight hot pink running sneakers
Hair slicked back in an even ponytail
With the cigarette carelessly hanging out of your mouth
You look as if the world is a bore to you, and would probably tell me
That my size 7 curves will probably **** me one day
And my response would be that your lifestyle
Imitating a factory located in Pittsburgh will probably do the same
to us both
But at least my curves have the decency to only cling to me
and not roam about in the air.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
My mouse is frozen
But all the gifs are going
A blogger's haiku
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
I could create art –
In the physical way –
And put lines on paper that take on your form
And decorate it with blood spatter
As I show your eyes drained of life,
That smirk on your face erased,
That haughty aura doused;
Just as I had dreamt it to be
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
The girls with rusty voices are so poetic
And I am neither a song bird, nor a gutsy girl who just finished her 5th cigarette
I’m a little too nasally and high pitched
For even words to make me beautiful
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
I don’t know where to write this
So you won’t find it
I just want you to love me
I’m so angry and sad that my tears are violent
And hot
And hurt
And I want to change
And fix me
And be worth loving
But I don’t blame you
I’m not worth loving
I’m shaking
And breathing heavy
Oh my God what’s happening to me?
My lungs feel like they’re being crushed
My heart feels like it’s trying to rip right out of my chest to escape this dungeon that is me
What have I become
I’m harmless
And harmful
And full of rage
And full of love
You don’t understand
You’ll never understand
And I can’t make you
But I sure wish you could
I want to scream
But I lost all sensation in my spur of bewilderment
It got ****** away in a black hole of existentialism the other day
And I just couldn’t bring myself to run after it
So I let the last tear I cried roll down my cheek
Blinked
Sighed
And fell asleep
goodnight
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
*
Him: I wouldn’t mind giving this a shot
Her: You know it would never work out
Him: Why not?
Her: Because, we’re both die hard romantics. There’d be no one here to keep us grounded. We’d end up floating away from the earth, and eventually from each other.
Him: I’ve always dreamed of flying*
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
I remeber the smile I had on my face
when I thought you finally found the beauty
in my flaws
Until months of analyzing caused me to realize
the beauty you saw was not in me,
but yourself
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
I wish to one day be interesting
But what is it I should do -
Perhaps I'll wear a vibrant headdress and stay here as my skin burns away in the desert and my bones deteriorate
My face will remain in the shape of this gaping half smile, trying to lure you in
And my eyes will be lost in this wild attempt
And you'll be lost with them, as you stare into the darkness that was once their home and realize this is all that I ever was
Would this intrigue you
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC