I don't want to read,
I don't want to write.
Because If the poet's not Dead,
There's hope for their success,
and a reminder of why I won't have mine.
My husband's Famous. His Girlfriend's Fine.
He's On Wikipedia.
Maybe I'll pick up my pen and start writing mine.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks.
There's tension in between the concrete,
You are here wondering when i'd leave.
I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe.
Is It worth it?
2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country.
There is No white. I Am not white.
If anything, I'm grey.
I want to stay,
But here you are, Pushing me away.
You don't want to see me because one day you won't.
Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case.
There would been have hope for A different situation.
But you got your mind made up On fate.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
I love Grief.
Grief is the only thing that keeps humans going.
Happiness slows us down,
Sadness Hinders you,
Anger Blinds you.
Grief Gives you A Goal.
When Your Luck pops right back Up,
You will Succeed.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
His fingers glide down me as if he knows my body like it's his,
I bet he knows that just his touch alone sends chills down my spine.
I try to concentrate on his pink tainted hands but my focus lingers to his pale lips kissing my neck with his naughty hands on my hips tickeling me as he guides my body along his, and the music. He knows i'm his now, he has me in the palm of his hands and before I can tell him, he trails his lips to my ear and whispers " Babydoll, you'll never find someone who loves you, not even me"
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Pity is the worst comfort you can give anyone. They keep coming back for more. Addiction, like a drug
The truth is the worst lie you have ever heard. You don't want to accept it. Your in denial.
Evil is your lover. You say it offers you freedom. It only offers you a path to doom.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place,
where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich,
implements of torture is no longer used for punishment.
Now, for the pleasure and the merriment.
What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction?
Ask yourself are you human ?
A human,would have beared compassion.
Not like those
But, i understand,
even if i don't,
That times have changed.
This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change!
We do what we have to do to adjust with amendments made.
Some say 'life was better back then'.
Was it?
The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy.
How is it all better?
Maybe it was. Maybe it was not.
everything fits into place now.
Technology is our distraction from the world around us.
It's for the best'
How would i know?
Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale.
Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not
What is Reality?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Somethings
are
meant
to
stay
six-foot
underground.
Whether
Alive and breathing
or Truly dead.
but, does it matter?
Like choosing between dancing with fire,
engulfed by flames,
or being locked in a passionate kiss with death.
Everyone meets their fate.
Death.
But, death would not take me.
No matter how many limbs I broke,
How many arteries I slashed.
It was there for another hundred years to torment me.
People wanted to know whats my secret,
I told them to ask death.
They laughed.
But it is true. I've met death.
And he is a stone cold *******
Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day.
Your time will be up,
soon enough.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
70 million ways to
remind you why you
make my skin flutter
and heart crawl
but I couldn't even begin
to put into words,
as your eyes matched mine,
In level and intensity
and
With fear of the unknown
and equally the known,
with fervor,
with yearning
with despair
eyes ignited
eyes in stasis
bruised but widened
I'm
terribly sober
but intoxicated by you
and I can talk
and talk
when I'm intoxicated
70 millions things
I'm compelled to say
but I don't know
where to begin
I just can't
though believe me
when I tell you
that I want to
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC