who cares if the spaghetti sticks to the ***
who cares if a guest shows up late
it's not her 18th birthday
it's my baby brother's
and I'll wear my nose ring if I want to

i sip from the wineglass
holding the stem as though I am
high class
the liquid splashes into my mouth, waking my tastebuds
the bubbles burn my throat as I
chug and chug and
no - i lightly sip
and wait for the days when it is socially acceptable to my mother
to drink something stronger than red
mountain dew, mixed with juice

Take my bones.
Rend my flesh.
Run calloused fingertips along my smooth bare shoulder
before you
cut in deep with rusty blades
Wreck me like a *****
Internal bleeding and prolonged suffering
are far better


than my loving for another
woman

Dear You,

It was March 22, 2013. It was a cold, wet day and I decided that rather that risk frostbite I would go online, maybe go on twitter, check some stuff, little did I know this was the day you would tell me it was all over, that after 12 years. 12 YEARS. That is 144 months, 4383 days, and a **** ton of hours and minutes. That there would be 1 paragraph, 6 ******* sentences telling me it was all over, you were leaving me to fend for my self in this dark cruel world.

You said that you were just a concept, an idea, I was strong enough to carry on without you,... Well I call *******!

Cause you were there for me when no one else was, you got me, you understood how much society freaking ***** and you kept me strong.

Maybe I do scare the living **** out of you, maybe you just stopped caring...

You tell me to “look alive, sunshine” But how can I look alive when you leaving left me so dead inside?

Yet, I still hold on to the hope that some day you will come back to join us in the black parade, and lead this army of killjoys.

Until then, however, I am not okay (I promise)

I'm not sure of anything anymore.
I don't know why I'm sad,
or so broken.
All I know is that I'm tired
Of hurting
Of fighting
Of bleeding
Of ******* up
Of crying myself to sleep each night.

I just want to be happy again.
I want things to be as they used to.
When I had no worries,
Or responsibilities.
Back when I was free
And still innocent.

I keep making mistakes,
And I can't seem to please anyone.
I constantly wonder why I'm still alive,
Because a sinner like me deserves to die,
Right?

It's just so hard to believe in yourself when There's nothing left to believe in.
I'm so broken
And my heart is aching,
Yearning,
For better days.
For things to get better.
For happiness.
Or am I a fool for hoping?

i'm flirting with a boy
for the sole reason
that i am desperately lonely
and i want the attention
that he is so willing to give me
i'm flirting with a boy
because it makes me feel wanted
and that is a feeling
that you forgot to give me
long ago
i'm flirting with a boy
and i think i'll break his heart
not because i want to
but because you do not want me

Every thing was quite,
Silence had said it all

....

as if time had stopped still.
Death was standing tall!
Scattered blood and bodies, flying high,
the smoke had released all the spirits in the sky.

Cries everywhere, tears
were
     falling
            down.

So helpless, so hopeless
people looked all around.
Stunned for a moment;
could do nothing at all.
in the chaos and confusion;
they could hear their call.

The wind had stopped still,
the horrifying end.
Terror took over,
no time to repent..

the sound of the bomb
had blinded them all
freedom from life
Death was standing tall.

i never thought
i was the type of girl
whose tragedies turned into fears
until i caught a glimpse
of my demons
creeping back up on me;
this time,
they came from the reflection
in your eyes
instead of his suffocating tongue

I want our words to make love
Let us wine and dine in pen
Ill kiss you from the page
We'll create no biblical sins

So poetic
that my physical is pathetic
I mean I fumble words around you
But when I create, I'm no fool

Subdue you
underneath you
I'll ***** you
Make your feet move

Give you shakespear cues
Show you which way to play
As I write out scenes of love
That last for hours into days

I'm no genius Just a lover
That gets off to syllables
I passion write in purple
Cause the red is full of bulls

Let our I's Collide
As we make human i Ts
Saving Graces for our diner
for in each other we both feed

I'm sure to say I do
If you read a little deeper
But don't read too fast
‘cause I'm know to be a sleeper

Silence is my killer
Verbal language is my gun
As I have no set targets
go on killing sprees for fun

Im a ******
Leaving men lifeless in bedrooms
Bathrooms, car seats, tee pees and Breakrooms
Let us have a pow wow

For I'll empty life into you
Birth a new princess
All in the way she touched you
While leaving no finger prints

Let Our words
make Love
Feel Death
and Receive Life

For I Created this to tell you
I want your soul tonight
but every time you'll read this
You'll know that love is Write



anon & m.g.

I don't believe it's terrible
that I'm always this detached

I want to feel alive
I can't control my apathy

Sweet sorrow engulf me, please
it would mean I feel