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Jessie Dec 2010
I have decided

that I shall stop

swearing like a drunken sailor.










Oh who the **** am I kidding?!?!

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              ****-ity
****
       ****
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f
   u
      c
         k
f
   u
      c
         k
f
   u
      c
         k
f
   u
      c
         k



and more fuckities on the ******* floor.
( :
Jessie Dec 2010
If you look deeply enough you'll see

that all of my poems

all say the

same

*******

thing
no comment.
Jessie Dec 2010
--I can't really tell you when it happened--
each day is just a blur--
maybe it was yesterday
or the day before
      or the day before
            or the day before...


that Voice--
that Thing--
bound
around
my wrist
a string
and
dragged me

(--screaming,fighting,writhing,clawing--)

into a darkness
where he stabbed
my brain with
my very own
writing pen.

unwritten words
poured out and evaporated,
floating into the
emptiness in which
echoed the Thing's
                        laughter.

my arm reached up--
without control--
and pulled the pen
out from my skull--

with blood as ink I
tattooed the air--
while the monstrous Thing
tugged at my hair--

my soul hung from a distance-
hanging from the sky--
with every word that I wrote,
I heard her let out a cry--

YES!!
SCREAM FOR ME!!
SCREAM!!

YOU'RE MINE
AND
ALWAYS

WILL

BE


It kept me writing Its poem all through the night,
until It had no more words left to drip from my hand--

until the inkwell ran dry.
meh
Jessie Dec 2010
scarlet snakes slither
and slide, dancing around the
s[t]ars i try to hide
meh. it's a haiku. and not a good one at that. but i don't care

(stars are prettier than lines)
Jessie Dec 2010
I am a liar of the worst kind.

Sometimes I can't tell the
Truth                        
From what I make up
In my head.                        

Sometimes I'll do something
Drastic                        
Just to give myself the
Courage                        
To
Spill something out--                        

Something I've hidden, and
Must                        
Impulsively
Release             ­           
To
Anyone there
To listen.                        


There is only one thing
I know I can trust about myself:
My emotions                        
Never                        
Li­e                        
.                        

When I tell you
"I love you"                        
That means:
I ******* LOVE you.


The thing is,
I can't help how I feel.
And I try to help my behavior,
But I'm just too
Driven by my desire                        
To feed off of the happiness
I feel I can give you,

Or at the very least
The happiness I see you feel
When we're together.
yes, this is a re-do for anyone who has read this before.
Jessie Dec 2010
I used to be a romantic person

but one day I opened my eyes
and saw
just how
ugly
reality is

and you know...
it's almost prettier
this way.
Jessie Nov 2010
There once was a girl who was utterly mad
She was tired of living and was always sad
So she stabbed herself with a knife
So that she could end her life
And now she doesn't feel so bad
thought about this as i was driving home today.
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