I shouldn't of told
you that I couldn't live without you,
because I'm still here.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
It's been so hard to
die, but now, I've been looking
for a means to live.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
It took me so long
to find out that I didn't
come out of thin air.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Here lies Maerius Lee,
she lived to be 103.
She kept her virginity till she was 15
She was very good for this vicinity.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
"No one will ever
love you like I did." Well, that
was good time wasted.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
"hey, you okay there?"
"yeah, i just cant breath. it's the
usual ordeal."
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
"I don't know
what to do
anymore," I said,
between hits of
concentrated cancer and
a constant supply of
countenance.
You were there,
and you were
sharing the smoke
with me. Like
a long lost
brother, you sat
close.
"No **** You
said, with the
smoke passing through
the screen window.
"We're both equally
killing ourselves." She
added, and it
was the truth
laced with nicotine.
"I'm so lost,"
I said, with
my head resting
on the window,
as she passes
the cigarette to
me.
"You of all
people should know
that."
I'm holding the
cigarette like a
drunk mother holds
both her child
and the toilet
bowl. I'm holding
the cigarette like
it might save
my life.
Her mother screams,
"You better not
be smoking up
there!"
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Decapitator,
may everything turn out okay
so that you can leave this place.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Let water wash your feet clean
and a slave wipe them dry;
let a cloth cover the couch;
take care of our linens.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
I could hope the worst for you,
and believe me, I stopped hoping positively
for a long time.
I could hope that your newfound skill at
the Spanish guitar leaves your fingers in shambles
and splinters.
I could hope that you rot,
like a love-letter
in a landfill.
I could hope you wake up from your trash-heaping heaven,
clawing at the garbage of your past loves
and your skill turns out to be a curse.
But it won't matter.
Because you'll still be kissing her,
and I bet her lips might never get tired.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC