***** filthy gutter *****
Anything to earn some bank
Gag on sausage, get a spank
Legs wide open, stare so blank
Stupid ******* wretched *****
Beg for some and get some more
Knees all scraped from hardwood floors
And just like that you're out the door
Horrid, putrid ****** ****
Walk on by, you mangy mutt
Dug yourself into a rut
But frankly, I don't give a ****
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
"Please don't"
You cry as the blood spills
That knife in your throat
Feels worse than the pills
The ones you took
For all those years
Will never suppress
The flow of tears
"Don't cry"
His whisper blocks the light
Senses weakening
But the words still bite
Sight a blur
But you can still see his face
Stained in your memory
Death turns to a race
His smile widens
With your last gasp
He leans in close with a
"You're not the last."
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
I'm no stranger to drugs.
I look young,
but I can't say the same for my lungs.
My eyes have seen some ****
oh but they are always up for another hit.
Pupils are used to the dilation,
that comes with the apparitions.
And my nostrils are hallways,
always ready to lead me to a bright, jumpy day.
But there is no way of purchasing the greatest feeling, no type of currency.
There is no drug, no alcohol that compares to love and its potency.
Oh my, I wish I could tell you where to find it.
Hook you up with a dealer that can sell you a hit.
I would sell my soul to get a dime bag of that pure, untouched substance.
Put it directly in my veins, let it travel to my heart, feel the sustenance.
The truth is, I just want to feel alive.
I want to feel like pure ecstasy, all the time, every moment of my life.
I've lost that feeling given to us by the gods,
and will do anything to find it, against all odds.
Oh darling, oh dear give me what little you have left.
This life is cruel, and my addiction even more so, please come death.
Death, put a rest to my thirst.
But give me a taste first.
I'm no stranger to drugs.
But babygirl, I'm fienin' for your love.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Everything I touch,
Feels like a memory,
Of when you touched me,
Can I ask why you're still here,
Cluttering my mind,
Dominating my thoughts,
And making my body ache with longing,
Touch me,
Or walk away,
The choice is yours,
But I have no choice,
You have burrowed yourself under my skin,
And I can't find a knife sharp enough to,
Dig,
You,
Out.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
calloused hearts and bleeding fingers
harmony only achieved by sacrifice
the pure must stain their porcelain shells
and the broken
will scatter the ashes
the springtime brings new birth
as the flowering genesis of uterine obsession
but black boots and harsh words
may destroy this new beginning
in life and death dichotomy
wandering nomadically through purgatory
searching for contentedness
and rejuvenating rebirth
only to find myself further imprinting
old footsteps
from past and present life
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
How can anyone live with this pain?
I feel like I've lost everything
And gained,
Nothing
In return.
A theif in the night
Came and took all of it from me.
Leaving me with this
Deep pain in my chest.
Its only been there for a minute
But I can tell
It doesn't plan on leaving.
How can I live with this?!!
I feel like someone's
Ripped my heart out, and
Stabbed me in my chest.
17 times.
And afterwards they told me
"Happy Birthday."
They took everything I ever had.
They pushed me down the stairs,
And kicked me when I was down.
They didn't care about the mess
They left behind
Just as long as it
Resembled a tornado hit.
They knew what I wanted,
Yet they tore my dreams into tiny pieces.
They took my ability to bounce back.
And threw it into the deep sea.
How can I put my life back together,
Start over again,
When I don't even know if I want to breathe?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
i want you to be here when
i’m no longer soft and beautiful.
i want you to stay for when
my voice slips out of itself
and into another, when the crescent moons
of my body turn stubborn and rigid
and my chest is gutted, stitched, sculpted
like marble like artwork like a chiseled
gravestone reading “here lies your golden girl,
basked in till her light changed hues.”
stay until all my cells have been replaced
and i look at you with different eyes,
hold you with different arms.
this body is changing for my today
but staying for your tomorrow.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Winter brings crystal tears
that forms on eyelashes
that never once blinked
Eyelashes upon eyes
that stare silently
at your retreating back
Unblinking in a snow storm
Winter brings a quietness
where I stared at your back
and yelled
*Don't walk away, please stay
I'm so cold without you
Landscapes of white are faded
taking away the sparkle of the jewel
Don't walk away, please stay*
I'm screaming silently
to a retreating back
in a snowstorm
a back with shoulders hunched
a back which has no face
a back which is retreating
from an unmarked time or place
as snowflakes fall upon hair
they melt beneath the burn
no breathe could I take to lie
The cold I expected would make
it a lesson that I should learn
Instead the mist of Winter
escapes my frozen lips
all that came out as a whisper
was this,
Turn! Please, just turn.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
I'll forget how good it felt to have you around.
I'll forget the sound of your laugh.
I'll forget how your hair felt between my fingers.
I'll forget the way my hand fit in yours.
I'll forget how your lips felt pressed against mine.
I'll forget the ways you've always hugged me.
I'll forget how passionate you get about music.
I'll forget the way your fingers feel tracing my skin.
I'll forget all of it.
I don't want to, but I will.
Hopefully I'll forget all the hate you feel towards me.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
I've let myself go to the part of no return. I can't pour my coffee without spilling it all over the floor. Too weak to hold the cup I collapse screaming, "god ******* ****** i can't do this anymore!"
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC