mouses in houses in holes on the wall
they crawl and they tiptoe and mingle and fall
they ruin your **** and leave gifts on the floor
why don't we have mice holes anymore?
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
i wonder what would happen
if i stopped the music
would the blood stop, too?
or is that just my brain?
my happiness?
my sanity that slips away so quickly, so **** swiftly
day by day
hour by hour?
the minutes pass
but not the feelings
drowning deep
into my body
so deep
into my mind
no one can find me
and all that's left is a shell
a walking personality of lies
a walking lie of personalities
spewing words
perfection of syntax
how could she possibly be gone?
she's so there, so present
but autopilot is deceiving
deep in the confines of my brain
the brain, the mind, the sanity i lost so long ago
is the ability to lie through teeth
lips
tongue
the only parts left of me.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Carved into my thighs
Are the names of the men I've ******
Every time a new one comes along
They can read with their fingers the names of the fallen soldiers
The names of the deadbeat dads
The names of the married men
Who have touched me
If only physically
I can feel them every time I touch myself
Clothe myself
Hurl over the toilet to appear unattainable
Every time I make love or hate
Why would we talk about it?
He doesn't want to know about my past
Or the men I've been with
I'm just here to be enjoyed for the moment
What the **** is a future and a past?
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
Last time I saw you
You stabbed me as we hugged goodbye
With the pen that drips your name
Onto the pages that celebrate your sins.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
It's amazing how easy it is
To drink you up
Like alcohol
Good for now
Bad in the long run
Enjoying the bitterness of your flavor
Appreciation of ail/ale is a learned behavior
This isn't something we ever would have enjoyed without training
Yet I drink it everyday
Like water
Like I need it to live.
But it kills me.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
We laid in bed all night, your touch churning emotion
So hot, my heart melted
As we spread out bodies across the covers
And I ate my words, like butter.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Passion isn't an emotion; it is emotion
Feed your fire and let it burn you
Let it scar you with permanence
Let it engulf you in flames
And crawl away from the ashes
Let it make a Phoenix of you.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
isn't it funny
how someone that meant so much
can fade into a memory
like a breath of air
that kept you alive in that moment
but is irrelevant now
isn't it funny
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
Read rhymes
Sloppy ***
**** this ****
***** breath
In my heart
In my body
Limp ****
Alcoholic
Morning after
*** naked
In my bed
Regret
Late night
Drunk texts
I love you
***** head
**** you
**** me
Now I know
We'll never be.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
When claws drag down on you
And you feel them pulling you into the sweet, sappy, thick, uncontrolled dark abyss
We call it love
We call it infatuation
We call it whatever the **** we feel like calling it to justify the feelings
Of the ****** euphoria
The pure ecstasy felt when looking into another's eyes
And feeling wanted
And feeling thick, gold, beautiful **** coming up through your lungs
Choking on it
as you sputter out the sweet pitter patter of the rain you thought grew your crop
but drowned your harvest
When you love so hard you don't know hate
When you hate so hard you see auras of red floating around those you feel
passion
That's ******* emotion.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC