its cheesy
this is so **** cheesy
but its true and whenever my eyes are closed i see your glowing teeth and skin
i used to envy how you were so **** alive
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
I hope you will know me as i am now
and forever see me dancing in this rain with you in shelter smiling high
and as i write you sleep deep in the nook of my arm
this is so broken we know
but lets ride this high as long as our parents cant see
and ill keep stealing all your kisses as long as you want me
i want to ride down this empty highway for as long as its illegal
because this is a rebellion only we know
you know i will never love you
but i love your scent and this feeling
i dont want to wake up tomorrow morning when we are sober and youve forgotten how it feels to high jive in the rain
so im going to stay up until dawn meets another empty day
i miss this already
why is happiness so fleeting
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
here to pray
here to remember days
who sought after peace in pain
what happened in a field of spiderweb croquet
when i was eating my words in company
where my own truth shines, gleaning
why only here, mind met meaning
return to who you are, as expression in essence
is a truth that nobody can ascertain
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
smoke ventilates like sweat from stress
hand on head, ritual for want of death. You step out for open air and find yourself at a cliff edge, where the stars of the little man
blink back at you
reminded of the people who bled the floor you suction too, and gasp, the notion brought by the sight ahead, to fall is to fly and to change you must divide
a life is threaded, indispensable
to mankind
?
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
skin, the template in which i
fiddle and fix to my souls scent.
as malleable as the state in which i currently sit...
\
depression* kicks and dilutes my perception of the
azure sky-which i can still see is beautiful,
although i cannot find it in me to cocoon, so i leer
i may never feel the true glow of sun to skin
or salt to tongue
so latch to my mouth and quaff at my lips
so i can feel the plastic heat of your metallic
kiss and breath you in
like a tasteless alcohol
because i am me and nothings meaningful.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
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/|\
when every thoughts finale
is a self sacrificial votive
of the day when you wished
evaporation was a human function-
y o u go to the river where you first burst from open air and thank your God that you are live to breath the taste of destruction and wrap your joints around the feeling of l o v e
-
thank that 'lucky' dead star that detonated so you could slit your ****** wrists and call life a hit and miss state of
hate *******
existence
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you no longer make up the 99.9 percent of dead in this universe.
/ | \
thank yourself for being human
or whatever.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
you curl away
i showered
you in what had hurt
and made me and
you turned conversation
into sharp edged silence
you turned my page
you stepped away
you made me
comfortable now im
the odd one and i will never
show you my innards again
as if you are a vegetarian
cannibal you ripped me
open and laughed as i bled
out onto your sweet soft skin
and you enjoy it because
you love secrets but you hate
any real inconsistency
which is what i am apparently
i cant help it but to be naive in your image
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
and i will write and you cant stop me
for writing is the only release
in words emulating me i find peace
in the sweet sound of syllables that make sense
to me, and you may question and scare from it
like a skink from a light beam you curse
and i swear for it, for these words are
obsolete without pain to accompany me
whenever i may leap into a pit of self sacrifice
these phrases make sweet sense to me
and fall out of my head as a rolling pin to
a slab of raw meat i cant help how you feel
but to me these words are what make me feel
what pride could be in the face of adversity.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
to wait for your rebuttal
as i confess my adversity
is as redundant as to
wonder weather a wave
will join the shore
and break away into
a fragment of froth
or to wait for happiness
to reappear in the picture of
the man in the grainy frame
that you keep around
'just in case'
i wait for your sigh
or an indifferent attempt
at making me feel
like i matter
but i see you look straight
through me at the mantelpiece
where you once kept your feeling
the dust accumulates
then say
'it will be okay'
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
youdon'twanttobelikeme
consciously wasting away at the ripe age of 17
smoking to savor the sensation of decay
******* in the graveyard of dreams
or going to vinnies to pray.
youdontwanttobleedthewayido
lies upon lies. im lying now
im. trying to lie down
but my karma is unbalanxed
and i cant feel the sweet release of sleep anymore
so i sit down and weep ashey tears of the mouth
to keep my tastebuds alive.like its the decayi need
while my mind runs 6 feet underneath
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC