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143 · Aug 2018
A cheaters flowers
Red Aug 2018
roses are ******* useless
daises don't benefit your health
tulips won't untie nooses
Lillies don't increase your wealth

Take your insulting carnations
and shove them up your ***
just because you spent $14.99
doesn't make forgiveness fast
Red Apr 2018
Weekends blur together,
into unfathomable disgusting pleasure
alcohol captures my throat in its hands,
burning in the most pleasant way
smoke is my new oxygen
I inhale greedily
waiting for my eyes to redden
and my mind to split open
spilling all its contents into my body,
into my blood thirsty heart.

A park, a house, a beach,
I can't tell the difference.
Raging hormones clawing at the bodies surrounding
flesh against flesh
wanting, searching
for a new obsession
to burn out the infestation of another lover
the one time encounter of two empty shells
hoping to be filled with something other than dread.

Its unavoidable,
the cold reality of what it really is.
Meaningless.
But still our hearts hunt for purpose,
and I feel every vibration of desire surround me
dozens of developing disasters
hungry for more than what's given
more than the guidelines
it engulfs me.

I'm just another alcoholic statistic
part of a generation willingly destroying ourselves
just to feel something,
other than the seat we're permanently stuck to
and the desk we're forever trapped under
uselessly typing on a computer we can never look away from
for the rest of our pointless existence
stuck in a miserable cycle
of losing
but never obtaining.
130 · May 2018
Red
Red May 2018
Red
scarlet
crimson
ruby
cherry
vermilion
carmine
blood


between our lips
in the corners of our eyes,
the blush on your cheeks
residing between your thighs.
Its what we're made of,
how we enter this existence
sometimes how we exit it
appearing alongside your pain
rushing through our veins
something so momentous
is known by one name


red.
123 · Oct 2020
Flesh & Alchemy
Red Oct 2020
Alien is the dirt between my fingernails
fathomless to me is the air upon my plastic skin
this water upon my lips feels like such synthetic whispers
what ecstasy I find in empty flavoured gin
120 · Mar 2019
numbers
Red Mar 2019
numbers numbers
I think it shows
that calorie counting
is all I know

number numbers
make me shrink
I wither away
before you blink

number numbers
I'm falling apart
these brittle bones
my failing heart

numbers numbers
thats all I see
on back of packages
beneath my feet

numbers numbers
please let me be
I can't control
what you're feeding me
109 · Jul 2018
some twisted shit
Red Jul 2018
I'm fairly certain I'm a bad person  
                      I can't help but steal, I'm rude and I lie    
                                         I tell myself I'm not as awful as ******          
                                               at least when he tried to **** himself        
                                                                  that lucky ****** died
98 · May 2020
Ode to the Withered Leech
Red May 2020
Oh dull ache beneath thy ribcage of rot,
doth you thuder against such mortal flesh of mine?
My heart, my disobedient parasite
clench and thrash against my jaggard spine
86 · Jan 2020
Summer & 104 casualties
Red Jan 2020
each day I rise with good intention
by noon I'll have disappointed myself
I'll suffer more pain of my own invention
these evenings like death himself

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