Doll house sized window
with voices passing by
weaving in and out
of consciousness
sleeps a losing battle
in cubbies like these
you crawl into bed
bury yourself beneath sheets
and forget the noise outside
forget the the things that crawl in the walls
forget the *** you hear next door
forget the chastity belt you locked yourself
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
infringing upon my rights
i smoked them all away
frayed hearts and unheld hands
watching deep red curling flames
little strings upon my fingers
a marionette to do the bidding
of a world that ***** itself time again
then spends a life time on forgetting
i fold to life
my hand is ****
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 6:37 AM UTC
wish i lived
somewhere still
i want to blend in with the walls
where its easy to fall victim
to times heavy toll
and shrivel away
i want scars
that burrow deeper than
the scratches on my back
come find me
wasting
breath
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 2:00 PM UTC
lets just pretend
- fill each other up
with
sterile smiles
and synchronized laughs
we can go on quiet walks
and whisper fake hellos
lets pretend
our milky eyes and wrinkled foreheads
are problems fixed in time
lets pretend
man didn't scalpel the world
into tiny little pieces
defiling its great potential
separating hearts and minds
hands and waists
families and religion
lets pretend a flag is worth my empty chest
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
self distructions a daily high
i watch hundreds implode ritually
cant make sense of the masochism
we perpetuate so consistently
theres a thousand eyes watching the cracks in the floor
ignoring this noose around my neck
theres a thousand ears with headphones in
ignoring their own cries for help
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
none of you have ink on your hands or words on your tongue
just a mouse between your fingers
clicking away
and away
and away
from reality
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 3:04 PM UTC
configured to a format
with no time to waste
spakle every crack and wrinkle
on my aging face
we can all be dolls
cause deep down we're all made of porcelain
empty eyes staring vacously
into a world of nothing
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC
your words were so cold
they chapped your lips as we spoke
your surraded tongue
met my neck
sliced a smile on my face
the wicked
tight
all knowing
person
that you are
feels only what she wantss
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 5:45 PM UTC
plunge my brain out through my ear
this place has got me all stopped up
dipping conceptions of why and where
in embalming self pity
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC