My smiles are constantly full
My teeth turn into marshmallows and the sun hits so hard they melt and gush down my chin and drip to the pavement
And when my teeth are gone the rusty sockets soak in blood and I. Keep. Smiling.
Smiling so much makes my hair stand on end and my muscles twitch and I taste the sour in the back of my throat
I can't stand authority.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Can the soul be cremated? Is she still with me?
A once alive body turned into smoldering remains in a matter of moments, residing now on a shelf for all to simultaneously acknowledge and ignore.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
In Hebrew,
"Die" translates to "enough".
I have had enough of everything.
My eyes protest when I attempt to take in any more light,
Eyelids drooping lower than my non-existent self esteem.
My indelible experiences on this wretched planet are etched into every bare section of my skin,
Telling even the stories I tried my best to leave behind.
The one thing about misery is that misery loves company,
You are never alone when you're on your premeditated journey to the afterlife.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
He's six feet above
And he's missing her because
She's six feet under.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
i am not a slave to your uncontrollable emotion.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
you?
made of pixels?
hah, if i wanted pixels i would have played nintendo 64 with my neighbour down the street and angrily whispered "h-e-double hockey sticks" under my breath as one of my pixelated hearts faded away.
you are anything but intangible; i can feel your pulse across two countries.
our hearts are undeniably made of flesh.
i know that word grosses you out,
but the blood pumping, orifice-filled organs in our chests constantly beat with the ferocity of 109 percussionists drumming on the queen's birthday.
hearts are not meant for beautification; one cannot get a cosmetic surgery on their heart to impress the girl next door.
it's up to you to pair with your just-as-ugly brain to prove how beautiful love can be.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
we are just a bunch of girls dieting because
starving is in,
emaciated is in,
you won't be loved if you're not thin.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
I never thought I'd be up at 5am sobbing and writing poetry about you because I never thought you'd leave like this.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC