I don’t need your pity flirts.
I don’t need the charm
that melts off your lips
like ice cream on a hot summer day
right off the cone.
I don’t need those eyes of yours
judging the shape of my body,
sizing up my insecurities and shortfalls
like I’ve got no place to call home.
I have plenty of love in my life;
real and genuine and always present.
I don’t need you to feel
like you can do your community service here.
I am not in need.
I’m not alone.
I never was, and I never will be.
So, I don’t need you.
Never did, actually.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
You called me Gorgeous
like it meant something to you.
I needed a pick-me-up,
and you were it…
apparently.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
I’m on the outside looking in,
Reading the lips of the people inside
Longing to be a part of the conversation.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
We're all missing something;
Some of us more than others-
Visible gashes in our physical being.
Some, invisible.
Valleys where love once lived.
Potholes in our memories from pain
that swept the roadways of our minds.
Rotting emotions, sitting in a corner
festering from lack of use...
a tongue out of order where whispers
of sweet nothings grew.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Cloudy nights are brighter than starlit twilights.
lmt
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
Holding so much inside.
Ignoring the pain that resides.
Telling myself we'll be alright,
knowing full well it's a lie.
Breaking, shattering, falling apart.
Reaching the end of that rope;
my last gleaming hope is fading.
Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes,
the last burning embers pulsing out.
Collapsed lungs suffocating me,
drowning in deprivation.
Grim stands beside me, holding my hand.
Das ende. Slutten. Fin.
lmt
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Grab a couple monsters,
gather up your demons
It's a rollercoaster,
feeling these emotions.
So round up your shadows,
grab your insecurities,
take them to the theme park
and set them free to play.
lmt
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
I don't have to love you,
give my heart to you;
live or die for you.
I don't have to feel for you,
take care of you,
be your mother for you.
I don't have to be a "lady" for you;
wash my hair for you,
dress up nice for you.
I don't have to be anything I'm not for you;
be an illusion for you,
fulfill any fantasies for you.
Who the **** said I have to?
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Who was the first person to decide
what's right and what's wrong?
Not the picky choosy **** we think
Came straight from the Bible.
The book that's been translated across
many languages, cultures, and general
beliefs?
I mean the first person.
The first group of people that decided
having a full life is wrong.
Being yourself is wrong.
Wanting is wrong.
Yearning, dreaming, achieving...
All wrong.
Who decided being a woman
was so wrong that we should be condemned?
I should be able to **** who I want
and not be defined by my "number".
I shouldn't have to be asked that question.
I should be getting high-fived for having
Consensual *** with the guy who
makes my coffee.
I should be applauded for having ***
with multiple men.
I should be shown the same level of
respect as any man out there.
But my number is vital, isn't it?
Well, I say **** all of that.
**** a whole bunch of it.
**** anyone you want.
******* do anything you want to do.
Don't hurt anyone, and it shouldn't
be anyone's ******* business but yours.
Jesus ******* Christ.
**** him, too.
**** any imaginary thing you want.
That's what ************ is for.
**** yourself, for God's sake!
He wanted his people to be happy, right?
Free yourself from the chains of
modern society!
Find people just like you, and don't let them go.
They will be strong for you,
hold their heads high for you.
Defend you against nay-sayers and party poopers.
Stand behind you when confronted with
mass objection.
We are the lovers, and the fighters,
and we are many.
Band together and **** society.
You know,
For God's sake.
lmt
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Clasp your hands over my eyes
because I'm tired of seeing how
****** up you're making me inside.
Hold me at a distance; don't you
******* dare tell me it'll be alright.
I know how this story ends.
Silence your words and avert
your gaze--your games and
puppy dog eyes won't work this time.
lmt
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC