Stay true,
even when
the sky's
not blue.

I'm talking
to a thousand
brick-wall minds too.
Some day,
a change will ***
and
**** the ****
outta dere brainz.
;)
owww-owww.

The full moon.
& a
full on
hard-on.

This is some
new rave-wave
break-break-break
beat down

*poetry.

It's ******* back.
Let's shake
it up
&
knock em' out.
Soul spit it.
Or swallow.
But whatever you do,
just fight back.

Whoops,
I done
bit
the apple too.
Guess,
I'll go
swing-dancing
on the blame scale
with Ever & The Serpent now.

I just want to go
dancing.
*****-stamp style.
All I need
is a steady pole
to dance on.
Hello, Wednesday nights.
Pass me the fifth
please.
I wanna get belligerent & cocky.

Excuse me,
while I step out of my mind.
I'd like to be
any where but here.

Wasting away is just surrendering to the pendelums curse.

Sometimes you're swinging
forward and everything's like magic.

While other times,
you can feel your heart slowly stopping,
like a broken dream.
Crushed by the hammer we call reality.

Revelations that I am nothing more than the trash.
I never wanted to be.

The closest
is not just a home
for
******* & coats.
The earth isn't a straight line.
Its curved.
Your body is
just
a
skin-body-bag
for
your
soul.

Crayola-aura-colours
shading
the dry-sky
atmosphere.  

Everyone's under the rainbow,
if
Mother Nature says so.

I see that
you're messing
with
her thermostat again.
Comatose is a wonderful degree.
Isn't it?

Someday,
He will
abandon the circular life,
to live
the line life.

For
"life" has no
need to explain its course.

Life simply is.
Life simply happens.
&
Life simply exists.
Even when you're "dead".

Questions lurk below every theory.
But skeptics,
can be
two-faced
coin-*****.
Sometimes.
So ask away & Find out for yourself.

Always remember:
That the Dumps
have
never
been
adequate to inhabit.

Fight or Flight.

Flight,
is my only option.
High up.
High on.
Out o' here.

In times of desperation,
it is understandable,
to be influenced by instinct.

However,
it is inexcusable
to forever live
in desperation.

You deserve better.
Cause you're the best. <3

Uhmm,,,
why you drinking
haterade
at the bar?
There's plenty o'
liquor.
So we can
get drunk together
instead of fighting with
each other.
I'm cute,
why you gotta be so
ugly
to me?

The world
is a stage.
Patiently waiting
for
You.
To take the mic
and be the star
You
are.
Art is the
nuclear bomb
that can
silence those
**** spreaders
&
shut em' up
for good.

These days,
talking to you is like
screaming.
Under water

No matter how loud
I am,
the waters will always drown out
my pleas.
To the ears that need to hear them.

I think I'm cracking under the pressure

Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.

I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.

Using God,
as an excuse to
stab your Brother.

Praising men,
who preach pity
and create hate.

Using God,
as an excuse to shun
personal phobias.

Confession, can't save you know.
Like you said, he decides where we go.
Right?

I'll see you down here.
:)

Making life-decisions
is like making shots.

You put,
1 count *****.
2 counts ***.
&
3 counts tequila.
In your mental mixer.

Then you shake it up.
Pour it out.
Chug it down ,
bite the lemon,
break the glass
and hit the
FLOOR.

Get belligerent & stupid.
Stumble through the
black alley emptiness
we call the world,

Smack a *****,
if he is trying to stop
you from going where
you're going.


You're going to make it,
even if you just end up in rehab.
You still wound up leaving
your home town.

Life is like drinking & driving.
You know you shouldn't.
But you
gotta do
what you
gotta do.

Channeling demons against my will.
My body, used.
Seen nothing more than a flesh ouija board.
In your game of self reassurance.
I'm not the conduit, you wanted me to be.
My eye's just as open as yours.
Stop telling me otherwise.

Waiting in line,
getting high
off
of the
anticipation
or um
precipitation.
To participate
in washing
away,
all of
the impurities
created by
yesterday's
mistakes.
Deep, dark,
the darkest shade of
black.
Change is *******,
very
soon.
the humidity
is Mother's way
of hinting at it.

You can not break,
what
has already been
shattered.

But,
if you insist,
you can keep trying.
;)

I'll just start,
Cutting
out
all
catty chatter.

To sit,
to spit,
&
to sulk.

Inside
the silence,
of
a
half-dead
1/2 way house.

Don't lead me on.
If you are
just going to
Drag me down.

I don't have the
"TIME"
for it.

I could wake-up...
"DEAD",
in the morning.

You never know.

If the moment is yours, then live in it.

Just because you're grounded,

it doesn't mean you can not roam the world.

Don't look down on me for too long.

Cause  one day the scale will balance

and it will be just you and I.

You're running out of cards

and I still have a full deck.

The Queen of hearts

was killed by The King of Spades.

My heart is cold because you left the door wide open.

Prepare for war.

4 a.m
watering the flowers.
Cry or cringe.
I'm crying my way out of this.
When used properly
Pretty boy tears work
like liquid magic.

Free flowing
pity rivers
flowing.
Cheek to cheek,

Then the well ran dry.
&
No more ***** were given.

Hi, my name is Jacob & Imma wrist cutter.
Once a cutter, always a cutter.
Addiction, this is kind of like
A.A
but
get rid of the first
A
and replace it with a W.C
and there you have it.
W.C.A.

Our mission is to get all
the active cutters
to cut it out.
Cut, slice, and skin
bad ****
not your body.
It's beautiful without the scars.
& You
DESERVE
to die in a better way.


No one should leave the earth,
passed out,
blue,
cut up
burnt up
dried out
thrown out.
Passed out ,
drowning in a pool of your own blood
is not a glorious end
to a magnificent person.
Cut out cutting.
The Love Cult has
plenty
of band-aids
if you ever wanted to come visit.
Stay a while.
You'll <3 The Love Cult.

I'm better off worse
than stuck with you.
My dreams placed you on a pedestal.
Now they're just nightmares of me running from you.
But isn't everything just wonderful when we're sulking under the same sunlight.

January 28th:
I don't eat the Doctor's candy anymore cause mama Earth's candy tastes better,
I'm not wasting my time being suicidal, I'm going to die someday anyways.
Everyday is a different trip. Life is just a drug.
January 29th:
FAIL.
January 30th:
Detox day one.
January 31st:
Day two went really well.

The feeling of quiting:

Is kind of like an internal bomb,
detonating & destroying
everything in its path.
&
When the fire finally dies and your covered in ash.
All you can do is wait for the rain to wash away the past & rebuild.
Congratulations, you've reached a good state of mind.

Welcome to Mania. I hope you enjoy your stay.

I know I am alive when,
I think of you.
I know I am alive when,
You touch me.
I know I am alive when you hate me.
I know I am dead
When I see you with another man.

I’am the
Whiney,
Amy Winehouse
Wannabee.
That’s going to blow myself,  
away
before the Whispers of wicked winds can.

I can’t smile anymore.
If you have to always
stab
me in the back.
My heart lives on the other side
of my body.
If ya wanted to....

I could get you;
a steak knife
and you could
tear into my heart
like it’s
a medium rare steak.

If it would make you happy.
I’ll even bring the A-1.
Cause I care that much.

I love you
is the biggest white lie,
I've ever heard.

Stop the car.
I'm ready to go home.
Now.

Cause this,
this obviously isn't working out.

All my life's worth has already been determined.
By the scales, by the mirrors.
By the people and their words.
My thoughts, intrusive swords.
Weapons used against me
In my own mind.
Against my will.
I'm just fawning in the flames.
Like a deer in the headlights.
The lights are on but nobody's home.

I need to
forget
about
Frictions' force
and
Gravity's grip.
So,
I can
eliminate
all limitations.
To
One day,
will up,
a
will power
strong enough,
tough enough,
to
fly away
from fear.
In a
fast
free-fall.
Hopefully
I'll
fill
the
World's
empty wine glass.
If I fail,
I'll still
raise my glass
to drink the punch
and die
trying.

All in all
withdrawal,
was wonderful.

**** always work
itself out of the worse
& into the better <3.

Only if you can.

***** up.
Let go. &
Rage, like a wild ****....

For a couple of weeks.
I wuzza
Witch in withdrawal.

Until the haus,
came to get me
from the West.

Love's just the lightening in a bottle.
The wonderful electricity that powers our beating hearts.

Life could be so wonderful, if you'd quit breaking my circuit.

Until,
the day,
some day comes.
I'm just going
to keep
break, break,
breaking
my heart.
So I
can replicate,
create,
& relate
you,
your
darkest dreams
and
even more
terrifying night terrors.
Welcome, to
The Love Cult.
Bandit is speaking for you.
So you don't have to.

You are what you think.
You're a diamond in the rough.
But what you don't know
is that you're worth
more than all the shiny rocks
are
combined.
Then multiplied by
10.

$$$
can't buy you.
If people could be auctioned off,
just know.
You would be the
one that
was so valuable,
no body could even
afford
ti bid on.

Life's like
a
twelve step program
of **** eating.

Then you get to wash
it all down
with punch
&  then you,
die.

Love is just a pigment
of a colour
we can never get in our hair.
No matter how many times we try
dying it.

You should have just gotten the abortion.
Wudda made this a whole lot easier.

I hope you suffer,
wounds deeper than
emotional scars beneath the dermal layer.

You're truely not worth the air,
you consume.
A zealot. Heretic turned holy.
An abomination hiding behind closet alcoholism.

I'd hate to be your  liver.

See the beauty within your core.
Speak nothing but the truth.
Listen, only to the same.
And feel nothing but the warmth of love unseen.