Our friendship is not an emotional one.
It’s intellectual, spiritual. We do not
Discuss ourselves or our feelings, but
Our Principles and vague Ambitions
And Ideals. I brought up love once and
You ignored me to watch television.
I was glad.
We talk about the old times a lot, you and me. There’s humor and fear in our words
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
you have good days
and bad ones
mostly bad ones it feels like
a good day:twisted smile
dimples
bright eyes crinkle
golden hairs
i want to touch you
but a bad day
curved over your long limbs as you stare blankly down and hunch over and you look so dead as you frown and your eyes are dead and you are dead.you’re ******* dead.a dead angry deer run over in the street.its eyes are still open and it stares out with hatred and resentment,it isn’t natural why are you so dead
I still want to touch you
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
A happy thought:
cold air against my bare skin
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
sweet boy with full lips and wide eyes
baby,what can i do for you tonight?
this lonely winter thursday night
let me call you and hear
your sweet
moans
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
I am what I do.
sweet girl,
blonde hair and eyes swirling
danced into my life with her body ablaze
“””””dance with me”””””””
enchanting.
but
distracting
broken girl,
drugged up and pleading with me
you are not what you do.
you play.pretend.lie.
I work. I thought you understood. but you wanted me to play.
I don’t play. Not anymore.
Leave me alone with my work.
I am what I do.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Something should really be said about the power
of holding something beautiful in your hands. Because
I won’t forget my little glass angel,
or that golden locket,
or my hand stroking your face.
Crystal clear on that winter night when
you kissed me and
our bodies
worked together
perfectly.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
there is nothing worse
than walking down the hall
and seeing a sea of blank faces
me
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what’s wrong, my brothers and sisters?
why are you lost?
who are you?
look at me
LOOK.i am here.
.i am lonely too
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
The chicken baked in the oven
but when i took it out the flesh was
pale
and
bloody.disgusting
.the raw smell sickens.
.poor ****** chickens.
did i do something
wrong???????
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Such dread! I hear my mother’s voice and I
I’m sorry
I feel off
the sound of footsteps
drawing
nearer
don’t come in
her voice pierces right to my fear
can’t stand it
stop
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
His sweet lips were frenzied and panicked as he
Kissed me
Before throwing himself back into the seat--
He didn’t mean to do it.
His breath comes in short gasps as my
fingers work inside him
My trembling hands caress the curve of his face
His blonde hair is too soft and his body jerks as he pants
I whisper in his ear
He begs me for more
"Please...."
Those smooth pink lips will be the death of me
He lied to me all night long with those wide dancing green eyes
(((They’re ******* shut now in pleasure and pain)))
And we drove down those winding roads in the dead of night and his voice dripped with sarcasm
((Like how he’s now dripping with ***
And all he gave me was his rock-hard exterior
(Now he’s giving me his rock hard ****
Nice ******* try. You act like you’re so ******* superior and you treat everyone like **** and you tear me down and you think you’re so cool because you go to parties and drink your beer but I saw it in you and I knew what you wanted and I knew what I wanted and I put up with you and your abuse just so I could
Lay
You
Bare
Picked apart right in front of my eyes he’s
Beautiful
There’s no vengeance here.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC