I went around handing pieces of myself out like Halloween candy.
I was sweet as I could be, a cheap knockoff brand, with a sour punch but the best of intentions.
But candy is not filling or satisfying and nobody wants a knockoff.
What you'll remember most is the not so sweet kick and the belly ache full of regret you were left with afterwards because you bit off more than you could chew.
Now I'm left with nothing but giant holes, shaped like cavities
And no hope of being whole again.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I don't know whether it would be better
to let the tears flow and let my emotions show
to let it all go or try to hold it in
But I guess it doesn't really matter in the end
Because my grips gone slick and the pipes have burst
So I can't halt the tears now that I'm at my worst
The tears will run till I run dry
I'll keep crying, crying until I die
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
It is in the moments that we are falling apart in which we most will ourselves to stay together.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
control your **** impulses,
you heartless, condescending *****
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
rock, paper, scissors, shoot
Rock can only weigh paper down,
You are dead weight I lug around,
Paper covers rock constricting,
Excuses, excuses cover your failings,
Paper is too lithe to be broken,
This is breaking me.
Paper can't tear scissors,
Why can't I tear myself away?
Scissors are too sharp,
Our conversations growing dull,
Scissors slice through paper thoughtlessly,
My words sting, cutting you like knives.
Scissors bend and fall apart,
We can't stay together,
Rock always beats scissors,
My insides are black and blue,
Rock is too tough for scissors,
I think we're just too young.
Shoot- go, get it over with, let it end,
Lay down your cards; tell the truth,
What are we still holding on to?
Weigh me down, I'll cut you, we'll cover it up,
Tear me to pieces; slice me to shreds,
In this game, no one wins.
shoot me.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Jazz music and drunken slurs,
Passing streetcars turn to blurs,
Bite off more than you can chew,
Seafood gumbo, thick brown roux,
On shoulders sit sons and daughters,
Ferry ships, Mississippi waters,
Dancers dressed like voodoo queens,
Clad in purples, golds, and greens,
Yell, "Throw me something mister!"
Flying beads barely missed her,
Pralines, king cakes, and beignets,
Maid of Muses smiles and waves,
Rex, Zulu, Endymion,
From Decatur to Bourbon,
Floats, masks, a feather boa,
Sweet iced tea, jambalaya,
Big Easy on Fat Tuesday,
Lent is just a day away.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
If you could see me now,
If you were here, still today,
What, I wonder, would you have to say?
My behavior, I'll admit, hasn't been the best.
I fear you are up there, disappointed in me.
This isn't who I want to be, I confess.
You can read my thoughts, I fear.
Into my mind, please don't go near.
No, stay away from that dark, evil place.
In life, you loved me somehow.
Would you still love me,
If you could see me now?
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
The truth may hurt.
But it never hurts as much, as discovering
That the truth, you thought was true,
Was just another lie, all along.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
it's such a shame
that these days
"real" friends are just about
as hard to come by as
teenagers with unscarred wrists
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC