You were special
Had a way with words
Words ya see get you into trouble
Say the wrong thing and you won't get a text back
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
I want to beat you to death with a blunt object.
I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.
I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.
I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.
I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with him.
I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender ****** on the way back from the hospital.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
There was a time before me
There was a time where the land would meet the sea
A time before the bird nest was built in the tree
A time before I met you
A time when I wasn't the one you bumped into
There was a time before you two
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
A poem with four lines
Is way to short for you
So I will continue
Till the lines reach
to the ends of the page
Or maybe to Santa Fe
Or I cut it short
Before my words turn into babble
I thought I'd be better
With all those years of Scrabble
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC