youll see me half dead lying in a ditch by your mothers house. shes smiling, but your tears,quarters,dimes are worthless here. egypt. land of your gods' daydreams; twelfth sister of the night. shimmered and weeped. under your eyes are millions of disguises you have yet to unveil. we wore seashells and flowers. decorated ourselves in jewels. nightclad. venus slept under the afternoon. black and siamese twins have yet to uncover a sizeable difference between me and you. took scissors to carve a name into yourself. "JESUS" and "KING." got drunk before i rolled my eyes back into my head. forever uncovering diamonds in your snow. foggy and blue. giggled and worshipped pictures of ourselves. we are the sky's undead children
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC
you told me not to cry; i didnt
felt bad about saying you hated the habits i had
we kissed we kissed five hundred times in your living room
it was dark i wish it was cold as well
couldnt see our breath: i was sweating
rolling down my face were my skulls salty tears
said i tasted like french fries. laughed, pushed my hair back
sweat wasnt the only salt in my mouth
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
electric humming.blank eyes
sweat drips from every stinking
pore on my miserable skeleton of flesh
nearly pitch black: my body aches for the stars
and i dont find them i dont find them i only see
a spotlight to reveal the cracks on my skin
i wreak of boiling anger with a subtle tone of despair
the cement creaks below me and i
rest my spine on top of it
will it ever decide to swallow
me whole?i should thank you for warming me,
despite the heartache youve put me through.
dog breath:inhuman noises from a buzzing
around my brain
ive got blisters on my ankles from walking a mile
in black boots.they suffocate themselves
into the womb,before trying to grab ahold of me;
pull me on top of them
even the bugs flee. the insects weep: a pillar of salt
isnt enough to make amends with them
a ghost train back to my bedroom,I can hear it calling
me.high pitched and restless
the doors are locked from the inside∧ theres no way in
to preach my gospel
i should be headingoff- down a dimly lit path
we created in our lungs
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
i wouldnt want to pay the
electric bill for your heart;
you are so full of light
each time we speak i cant help
but feel like im growing taller
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
i had a dream you were just holding my hand
because you didn't want to taste my cigarette breath
and we were out on the porch swing
i couldn't squeeze your fingers tight enough
your head rested on my shoulder
and we sang in our hearts to evangeline
it was six minutes we went silent
in the warm darkness
there weren't stars or any form of light
but your breathing was on my neck
and i wanted to cry
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
no interest in you or
your hands on my throat
and i don't want your ***
its coming clear to me now though:
everything's just ******
i want to take pills but
not the ones prescribed to me
You can rot in hell i'll probably see you there
everything's **** and im tired of the culture
im sick of expecting to be used
and if im gonna get ******
i should at least get paid for it
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
last night
you were crying blue
until the suds of your lungs
decided to wither
and she came in this morning
with devils horns, droopy eyes
and a furnace for a mouth
we dissipated:like lightning
before my nails stunted
and your fever returned
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
a tidal wave from my heart to my ****
it's disgusting. I adore you
arteries pumping harder than your hips
where you've touched leaves electric spiders; dancing.
"i want to **** you so bad, right here on the ground"
pushed up against my car: i cant feel my teeth
grab my hair just ******* pull it
smile in the middle of a sloppy kiss; my face still stings
it's disgusting. I adore you
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
starving. just starving for life
nothing but a dark room filled with blankets
i wish i could cry enough tears to drown in,
laugh at myself for being a melodramatic lump of garbage,
and probably cry some more
i used to prefer being stuck at home
now it makes me so insane that i want to die
the hope that you would cheer me up just doesn't do the trick
but i don't want to bother you
kiss them all you want, i don't mind
just send me good vibes from the city and i'll drown in
the pond in the backyard.
passive-aggression makes me sick
and so i'm puking up my guts
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
i am your raging lungs
will you suffocate within me?
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC