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jay Dec 2020
i dyed my hair pink
it was supposed to be purple because i couldn’t dye it green
the developer...or whatever it’s called
is still under my sink
makes me think

and at three a.m. i’ll die again or at least try to dye
they both are very different things that still feel quite alright
so i fall to sleep with blue hair and hope that i just might

xoxo catch you later on the next flight
signed- jay
jay Dec 2020
Life is like a fair
That only lets in white people with blue eyes and blond hair
And ******* and small waists
Let's cut-paste the same face
The same smile
The same type
That's been stuck here for a while
jay Dec 2020
I'm gonna take over your heart
As soon as I get the ***** to try
Ima re-arrange the alphabet
And then take "U" and "I"
And put a bit of space between 'em
And hope that nobody cries
jay Dec 2020
father, I just don't know what to make, you know
Of all these tiny specks with so much **** to ******* say
And father, I just hope that we don't fall apart and break

It'd be great if we didn't relive 1938 to '45
Man, there's just nothing we could change......
AND
if I'm not a giant *****, does that just mean that I am saved?

Jesus Christ, you're super nice
How could you let me burn?
If I'm not murdering people, then smashing their ******* urn
.
jay Dec 2020
Jesus Christ seems super nice
I wonder if he'd love me
How come I only wonder when I'm sad or really hungry?
Jesus Christ, you're super nice
But don't expect much from me,
I Would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing
Praise God
(And other things that don't make sense to puny minds)
Like ours designing roller coasters
that almost always seem to fall apart
jay Dec 2020
3%
I think that they'll love me
Even if my soul is tainted and ugly
Tainted enough where no one should ever want stuff from me
But I'm lucky, lovely people say such nice things for no reason
Except for the songs that I sing
When I was eighteen, I ******* prayed to God
That one day, I'll sing and the crowd would stop
But I'm still waiting
jay Dec 2020
.My dad taught me 'bout
the monsters
That roam the depths of your head
Sometimes they'll make you real sad or
Or real real mad, or real real jealous


My father's married to a shape shifting monster
Who can sometimes take the form
Of a really really really nice woman
And although it seems super ******* frightening
Sometimes this scary monster makes
A really really great vanilla pudding
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