Compliments, compliments, compliments.
This girl loved compliments
And she received a lot

The sun would tell her she glows every morning.
The moon would cry when he had to leave every night.
The frogs would gossip about her eyes.
The cricket would whisper about her lips.
Fire would blush,
And Ice would sweat.
Death gave her extra time.
Life would stop and admire.
Summer would visit her in winter,
And Flowers just like to say hi.

Compliments, compliments, compliments.
This girl loved compliments.
The only person who didn’t compliment her was the
girl in the mirror,
she said
“The sun doesn’t know what glowing means
The moon has something in his eyes .
The frogs have a bad cough
And the crickets lie.
The fire was having a heat stroke
The ice was merely melting.
Death doesn’t give time to anyone,
And life doesn’t stop for no one.
Summer can’t visit in winter
And flowers bloom for only the bees.”

Compliments, compliments, compliments.
This girl loved compliments.
But every time the girl in the mirror had something to say.
Outraged I was to counter every point she made.
So all day I waited,
and waited,
and waited,
and waited,
and waited
I met the boy in the mirror instead
Who agreed with every compliment said

Where does a sneeze go when you don't sneeze?
Just like a hurricane in my nose
but loses wind and just won't go.
Where did my sneeze go?
Its not up high
and its not down low.

Maybe my sneeze got lost,
doesn't know where to go anymore.
Maybe my sneeze got tired,
resting in a big box of cardboard.
Maybe my sneeze got tossed,
down the river washed up on shore.
Maybe my sneeze just retired,
restless on the dance floor.

Ive lost my sneeze
I put posters everywhere,
Ive lost my sneeze
I can't find them anywhere.

One day that sneezed found me
Not one, not two, but three.

Magic mirrors, Magic mirrors for sell.
These aren’t normal mirrors,
here’s how you can tell.

Don’t like your waist?
Look in the Magic mirror,
and it’s simply erased.

Any pragmatic problem with pimples,
Are seized, solved, and simple.

Any bruises, blemishes, or bumps?
No longer!
All it takes is an overcompensating ogle just once.

Don’t like what you see?
With this magic mirror you can see anything.

See the future,
See the past,
This magic mirror is something you just need to have.

They come small,
They come large,
This magic mirror can be yours for one small change.

Magic mirrors, Magic mirrors for sell.
These aren’t normal mirrors,
THATS how you can tell!

You wanna know where I got these magic mirrors…
Ok, but you can’t tell a soul…
Some say forged by a wizard,
Others say you have to **** a ten foot lizard,
Maybe in the depths of a tomb,
Perhaps 100 feet down in a dark deep room.

Or there’s a store down the road,
Selling normal mirrors for 2.99 a load.

I like that when I look up I saw the perfect amount of blue to white ratio.
The white adding just enough contrast to take my breathe away.

I like that when I look up, I see the clouds move and the trees rattle.

I like that when I look up I see a monster,
then
suddenly,
Blink,
It’ll become a car
Blink,
a hippo
Blink,
the sky.

I like that when I refocus There's no more blue
I miss it

I like that when I look up, the birds pepper the sky as if black ink sneezed.

I like that when I look up
I don't have to look down.

I walk outside, your beauty I admit
I walk towards you, sadly you have no ****
I accidentally say this out loud, in my pure bliss,
You give me a wink and a kiss as you whip out your six foot *****

I hate living, I hate being a cow
I see the farmer, Bob my “best pal”
As he sits right beside me, get the noose
Every morning he takes my ***** juice

I have one window in my room
It’s the worst window you could ask for.
When you look out, all you see is ,my neighbor's house,
No green, No sun, No rain.

Oh but let me tell you, my bed is at a perfect angle where car lights passing by at midnight hit my face.
The window is right in front of where I practice.
Hours a day in front of a missed opportunity, lack of beauty, and a failure of potential.

I can't blame my window for ******* at its one job though
I’ve never noticed, but my room is boring in itself
White walls, white door, messy floor, messy mind

On my walls are scraps of paper lightly pushing me to be “better than yesterday” and to  “have fun when we practice”
The floor having a dozen books half read that I will eventually get to.
A desk with everything to do work with, like pencils, pens, rulers, and a giant framed picture that takes 80% of my work space.

I blame my window for having a horrible view
but my window is having the same issue looking back at me.

I realized my cat would only love me under two conditions
If I died
Or if I was feeding him
Preferable in that order

Have you ever realized that life is just waiting?

Waiting for your favorite artist to release a song
Waiting for them to have a concert
Waiting to buy tickets
Waiting for the day of the concert
Waiting in line
Waiting for it to start

You wait for your phone to blink with notification for likes, comments, and validations
You wait for a person to reply
You wait for a picture to load
You wait for a song to end

Waiting for the next trend
Waiting for the next thought you didn't think of
Waiting for the next serotonin dope

Waiting for








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I went to the hospital recently
I met this girl we clicked instantly
She didn’t have to do much, or say much
I know she’s the one that I need
But she’s not who you think she would be

She’s a vegetable

My mom would accept me eventually,
but she would be rude when i started to do social “abnormal” activities

My dad and I don't talk.

Which I find kinda funny, because even though my sister is older and has more memories of the man, she doesn't think of him as a dad

I’ve always accepted him, when he made me laugh, when he took me to the movies, when he scolded me, when he even forgot me at  the mall, when he told me he loved me, when he made me cry, when he came home… when he didn’t

My dad doesn’t talk to me

I thought our relationship was built off love,
not the way I throw a ball or who I hangout with.
I thought our relationship was built off trust,
Not what I wear, who would I would marry

That man will always be my dad
But I’m no longer his son

10pm
A funny video to put my mind at ease
A blanket for the breeze

11:07
A droning podcast to put my heart to rest
A toothbrush just wet

11:49
A wave of thoughts crashing my skull
A wave becoming dull

12:36
A brain one switch away from being dead
A man lying in bed

My Partner was like a book of beauty
Every word chosen carefully
Every punctuation in place
Every Saying etched in my heart

Courtney was like a magazine of beauty
Really hot cover,
Also interesting from behind,
and I just kinda looked at the pictures

Wearing lip gloss meant being a wolf in sheep clothing

The eyes of my friends would fill to the brim ready to ruin the floor with red judgment.

Every time their laughter would enter my head the lip gloss would lose a little more shine

But you never cared if I wore it
The lip gloss would graze your ear as it told my secrets
The lip gloss would grow on my face as you made me laugh

You would even wear some of my lip gloss
On your cheeks, and hands, and forehead,
It crawled up your arm and down your neck.

until finally
Both our lips were shining.