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 Jun 2012 Isabella Macdonald
mads
Stab your hand, right into my chest
and pull out my heart,
it's for you, but i'm too much of a coward
to extract it myself.
When you're done ******* this whole city
I'll let you know i love you
Becasuse I don't think its true,
not just yet.
In this desert I'm suffereing
and tomorrow it will rain,
Tomorrow never comes.
My feet never follwed the wrong crowd.
Sit and bow our silly heads
forgive ourselves for never living
But I really want you to know I love you.
I'm too tired to make sense.
caffeine and smoke may fuel an addiction
poetry may soothe an aching soul
but in the early hours of the morning
i can't seem to find a cure

i haven't graced you with a smile recently
and you said i haven't laughed for days
i'm tangled inside of this constant thought
mi vida, i'm sorry my happiness can't be bought

i'm drenched in recurring memories even as i sleep
it's raining in my mind... and outside
today's going to be black, and blue, and grey
it's taken so long to get here... to the end of may

i speak of you, with such high regard
contemplate your steps through a normal day
for you, anything to bring me in even closer
and pray to anything, anyone, that i won't think of her

caffeine and smoke may fuel an addiction
poetry may soothe an aching soul
but in the early hours of the morning
i can't seem to find a cure

a weary mind, a sick stomach, a lack of words
i'm a coward
Exhaust fumes and cigarettes
Drunken parties placing bets
High heels tripping on the floor
Losing it all
Still playing more
*That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
 May 2012 Isabella Macdonald
mads
Run away.
Come save me and run away.
Run away, *******!

We could leave this world for a better place
I swear one day, we'll find it.
We'll cut the dying smile from the earth's face
and eat that ******, on our journey.

Look into my eyes,
Run away.
Take my hand and run away with me.
RUN THE **** AWAY!

We're better off dead,
I can't live here without you,
The earth, there's nothing of it left,
Not for us anyway, people here will melt.

We don't need the shackles of their doubt
Their chemical words burn
But I swear we'll make it out
alive, alive and kicking. Tonight we'll run.
Tonight we'll run.
Tonight we'll run away.
 May 2012 Isabella Macdonald
dj
Poked & prodded at
Everyday Everyday Everyday
I walk outside naked regularly
(The only one, too)
A shady pornstar they've 
Made me out to be
Every corner of flesh, Every corner of flesh
It's indecent to be clothed.

Spread open my legs to
A gaggle of flashing camera bulbs. 
Express critique
Save a pic
Jot down notes 
'Move it, kid.'

Spread open my legs to
A pod of alien queens
Scalpel wrenches, protozoan logs 
I'm the life of the party
As their oval heads crowd around
My *** things

Experimented-on weird-o's meander
The halls of this wherever-I-am

Free to leave at last
I sometimes go home after
A day of that
And do an odd thing:

I cocoon myself in blankets
And sleep for long stretches of time.
CAPS LOCK INVASION
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