It's been awhile since I picked up my pen and paper;
Get to know her before you start to hate her.
These other girls shakin and scared cause they dont wanna meet her
Wishing they could be golden and beat her
Put some quarters in the meter
Kitty stay tucked in like a bed and breakfast
Gotta make sure your intentions right before you get it
Send me a letter, hit my line, might invite you to come get high:
Get you so zoned you start to see the digits.
666, name me the beast, late night feels in your sheets
Because once you get me started I'll have you risin like yeast
Get a checkup, you gettin messed up, your ph balance awfully low
Yall ******* wondering why you below me, it's because I ain't a ***
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
I swear I use to be good I use to be gold I use to be good
I don’t know what happened but something turned
I’m wired differently now
And I don’t want to
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know if it’s the red wire or blue wire
But please shut me down
I swear I use to be good
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Witches brewing evil **** in the cauldron
Mamas itching to get her hands on it
Fill up the tin and she forgot who her kids were again
Too high chasing butterflies and dancing in the street
Not enough money for the children just to eat
cause she sold her ebt looked me in the eyes and said pretty please
Forgive me baby, please don't cry
Never will admit for the reason why
I smoked dope when I was 17
Maybe that's why I found the sympathy she needs to repent for her sins she commit way back when when we were still pure but not much of that lasted we grew cold
And I grew older, enough to realize what's behind her sad dead eyes
Because the fallen angel still hums to me at night
Bringing me back to that time in the broken RV when she handed me the pipe and promised I could fly and i did
But I crashed and burned and I yearned for more
And more I needed it I took it and I smiled and I laughed because I was free from the shackles that held me grounded
And my head flourished
And malnourished I became because I sold all my work to buy more fine power
The voices grew louder and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't silence them
The evil had taken me and till death I was due to live a life just needing one more hit
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
Where has magic gone?
Not a person, not a man
My father taught me young, that there were very few men I could trust
That it was better to sit pretty, to smile; this would be a weapon later
But he was right, it was one of the few things he taught me
Through example, through bared teeth laughter despite anger
I think he was the one who showed me how to pray even though this faith didn't quite fit him either
I wish I could remember what God felt like back then
If it made suffering easier
If there was ever a day where I didn't feel like I had my name on a waitlist for hell
I know I never hoped for angels
I've been waiting for the evil witch instead
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Broken down, battered and confused
you left me alone in your arms
I fought to rebuild and revise
and I stopped justifying the lies
and I started to relapse
I was weak, a crutch kept me up but your venom always wore it down
I'm stronger now but my heart still ached when i saw your name blink across my screen
and now I'm lost
laying in bed with a lover thinking about you
I packed a bag and I'm ready for my cue
please just tell me you want to need me again too..
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
The path of this waterfall is abruptly misdirected by the boulders that have been placed throughout her destination
Where is she going ? She's crashing, her smooth flow is screaming because of these obstacles that she slithers and forms around, she still has a place to be
She flows until she can't anymore; what determines her arrival ? Where does the water lead once it falls? Where is she going? She doesn't know but she keeps flowing
She's screaming and no one can make out what she's saying because she's crying violently and that pain flows past them
they just hear her noise as a faint distraction in the distance because they cant stop and open their ears to actually listen
Appreciate the beauty because it always comes with pain
And her pain is aspiration to flow throughout the day
I'm watching these rocks, her water smashes against them violently she wants them to move but she's not dense enough to push them out of her way and they can't move because their placement too has a purpose that is meant to guide her away but instead she keeps heading in her straight shoot path, she's just adapted to avoiding the misconception
I can see the way these rocks have manipulated her path, im watching, and parts of her flow to a dead end
the water is still and the forces used to keep her pushing through has worked against her to interrupt her journey but she's fighting through and she's battling to get to where she needs to be
She doesn't know where, it's clear to see but she knows she needs to get somewhere and although parts of her have been abandoned and have settled and stopped rushing she aches to keep going and that determination keeps her flowing
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
You will meet a boy and the color of his eyes will remind you of poetry.
I loved him, purely, and unconditionally
But there’s nothing beautiful about the bruises his hands left
Or the acid in his voice that singed my temples .
There’s nothing beautiful about self destruction
There’s nothing beautiful about sleepless nights just to make your body experience deprivation
There's nothing beautiful about the stomach full of pills that replaced the well balanced meal
There's nothing beautiful about loving a narcissist.
I used to be okay with the seemingly never-ending pain of loving someone who couldn't reciprocate
I was no better than a kicked dog
Limping back with my tail between my legs, seeking a gentle touch
I spit idea of you out and the aftertaste was just as bad
You were a cascade of of destruction and i was a thrill seeker
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums; dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting. The stealthy dancer comes undulant with cat-like steps that cling. The smile of evil crept between her painted lids, a smile. Motionless, unintelligible, she twines her fingers into mazy lines, the scarves across her fingers twine the while.
One, two, three, four glide forth, and, to and fro, delicately and imperceptibly.
You could hear the seraphs cry in between the swift dessous topped off with a jeté.
The observers watched every move, they have no idea what the young coryphée has in store.
A crimson blade covered her legs during every hypnotizing glide and sway; a matching blade for every female in the assembly, they wouldn't move from their spots on stage. They formed a pentagram with their swords; they were each so beautiful. So mesmerizing for the crowd to be graced with such pure refinement. The lead dancer gave a gesture and that's when it happened.
The girls twirled, gravitated away from their positions. Blood covers the entire floor like the rain falling; drenching the ground, dark red blood seeps into the nice hardwood floor. A body lays dead and bled out. They compiled a dance of death and evil, every pirouette sliced into the already rotted flesh. Slabs of skin thrown across the platform, horrified viewers didn't speak. Gruesome, yet beautiful. They finished and returned to their previous, assigned places of formation and the only sound is that of the maggots eating away at the rotting flesh, swallowing bites at a time adding more to the foul smell of decay.
The eyes burned onto the stage, heat built up. No one said a word; no one knew what they were suppose to say. Is it all an act? It must be, these things don't just happen, right? A few vomited because of the gut wrenching stench that overwhelmed the room.
The dancers eyes never left the floor, she simply bowed and twirled off stage; Her legs were never visible but you could see the foot prints forming behind her, they were made from blood.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
She's suppose to be daddy's little girl
in floral sundresses with manicured nails
and blonde hair
whose lips taste like sugar
because she is so sweet and soft that she is surely made of cotton candy
He is the bad boy in every high school movie,
the greaser;
no dad will let his daughter date
everyone sees the black clothes not thinking that he buys them
because the color is dark enough to hide even the worst stains,
and they see the smoke coming from his lips
but forget that cigarettes
help dull the hunger pains
*Almost instantly, I fell in love with you and the way your eyes would light up while you talked continuously with beautiful words; I swear I could have listened to you go on forever . We spent every ounce of our spare time together, sharing and building a connection like we’ve never had before. I actually forgot what it felt like to be alone. I once told you that I didn’t sleep well at night so you offered to call and keep me safe, it became a nightly thing.
You stopped calling and I stopped sleeping.*
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
It burns so much to think that his hands touched another girls' the way they touched me
I waited for him and he took advantage of me never being able to say no
and I couldn't smell the cinnamon whiskey on his breath because I was already drowning in it
but he could never touch me unless he threw a few back
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC