I'm a white, male,
American dreamsicle
who says ****
way too much
to not be cool.
I read about my father issues
on my mother's face.
I hate things and people
because the news told me to.
Art is ****** and ****** is art;
when Billy killed Sue,
my heart raced.
Do drugs with me
or do none at all;
promise me when we're high
we won't fall.
There are ******* on the street
and the cops are shooting them.
There are ******* kissing
and old, white men are scared.
There are mentally ill people
and they are "seeking attention".
There are women with voices
and old, white men are scared.
I am an American Dreamsicle:
cold, unhealthy, and killing your kids.
You can buy me for 40% off
and I promise to take 60% of your ideals.
I am what my parents don't want me to be
and that is the appeal.
Little do I know, I am every thing you are
and that is my cancer.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream.
Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang.
Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
*Dress me up in different
shades of pink. Then stab
my heart and watch it bleed
with the ****** poet’s ink.
Just know whatever they
want to do to with me
I’ll be there loving
you* ~
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
My little world is changing. My irrelevance is showing through.
A different tongue is spoken each day.
Somedays I speak hesitantly, tasting for the candid taste of freedom, only to pull back as the venomous control of others sinks it's rancid teeth into me.
I'll put up a fight but I know that was a finalizing bite.
I've gone from prey to a mere morsel on the plate of a power hungry society.
And just like the others, I'll sink into deaths arms leaving him with nothing left of an old friend but a wilted husk and society can claim they took my last breathe.
A timers been set on my privileges, the decisions I've "made" have been cut into my bone.
Cheating fate is a major heist and I'm still pure, wearing bows in my hair.
Taking a single breathe with a whale ***** corset shrinking on my waist is the optimal sign of having learned grace.
"Take a deep breathe it's all a game", they'll say but how are you suppose to play without a pawn in society's defective game?
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Count the miles home.
Where the pain won't cut to the bone.
You'll find love there, some to ******* care.
Trace the steps from my heart, to the last place you've fallen apart.
Kiss goodbye to yesterday's memories of us....
And count the miles.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I can't find the light it's black tonight.
I'm sinking down, breathing in, all the worlds sin.
I've gone too far, fallen too hard. I've hit the ground with a breaking sound.
I'm too drained, I can't handle this pain.
My wings are broken. I can't fly home.
Through all of this I feel so alone.
Save me.
I can't find the light it's too dark out tonight.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
The ending seems to be a new beginning, I've learned how to fly from a Phoenix of course.
With every guiding touch, my heart leaned a little less on that crutch.
Softly spoken words fly high among the birds.
And with them I'll peacefully revel, I've already danced my dance with the devil.
No more bridges to burn the mistakes prove to be an easy lesson to learn.
I'll stick with you my dear, only so long as you don't mind my heart resting here.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
I told him that he should watch the effect his words have on people
And when that wasn't enough,
I said to look for his name in my suicide note
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
In a small world of prevalence, what difference do the words make?
A single breath being it's life, how is it important?
But know this, they are addicting.
To create the bridge of love between two is a beautiful thing.
To have the power to make men cling to their Gods is a alluring gift.
To connect the words in a phrase that's powerful enough to destroy the fears of any is a magnificent gift.
To utter a single sentence so strong that it tickles the ear of God is a divine gift.
Like I said the power of words is addicting.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
sometimes i wish someone can
save me from myself.
but i learned that the only
person who can save me from myself
is me.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC