You hate the fact that I sleep too much
But you also hate the fact that I don't sleep enough
What exactly do you want from me: I  don't know
But I can give you the brightest glow just in my smile
And that sparkle in my eye that drives you wild
My depression doesn't define me
because I am a beauty, your queen
But if you can't handle the darkness of me as well
Then obviously you aren't fit to be my king

See the dancers gyrating
Sliding over the pole
Lustful men leering
Eager to hunger, watching

Private dance for the few
Parting with crumbled money
Sweating in craving desires
For what they can never touch

But I silently see the movement
Of an ****** motion of beauty
I see the eyes of unknown passion
Something that can not be mine

Even through my scars of ruination
They ****** for printed paper
Money is no longer a commodity
Only to witness serenity in motion

I took the words
you wrote for me
and locked them
in my soul

Like the fireflies
caught on warm
dark summer nights
and placed inside a jar

Your words so sweet
they give me dreams
and helped guide me through
all the fears I couldnt see

Her hair flows like ripples in a lake,
She walks so elegantly,
brown eyes that turn almost to honey in the light,
A smile stretches from ear to ear, pearly whites as they call them.
Womanly curves and lumps that every girl wishes she had.
Lips soft and plump,
Cheeks made of strawberries.
But she is an ugly girl.
She flaunts around with her physical beauty.
From her perfect lips she hisses like a snake ready to attack.
her attitude is one of a rabid dog,
Out of control, and dangerous.
She is: selfish,
self absorbed,
ungrateful,
******,
ignorant,
Disrespectful,
and never pleased.
She climbs a mountain of people stepping on everyone's face.
**She is an ugly girl, hidden behind a beautiful mask

Invisible wall
                 That separates me from you
                                                            **And everyone else

To the writer that I read out of pity

I have your name etched in my browser bookmark
In my head still there's pieces of I Couldn't Help It
how I don't quite get it on the first glance from the windows of a ******'s life
now, in hindsight, still
my favourite of all
I creep almost constantly on your writings
clinging to the lights you reflected onto my life.
You were my very first visit to this site
You are the path of how I'm here.

I thank you
I thank you, Santa Moon Humor Leah Rost.

Even on your worst day
You shine like a thousand suns
If only you knew
How blinded I am
By how flawless you are
And why every syllable
I utter about you is the truth
When I describe you
From your head to your toes
I am speaking from the basement
Of my heart
Where I house memories
Of our first nights together
And our last nights
Where I fell in love
With your laugh
And the way you know yourself
Better than I know myself
And at night I pray
You never lose that spark
Deep inside of you
That caused a spark to ignite in me
Which will burn in my heart
And travel through every crevice
Of my soul
Until my heart has had enough
And suddenly stops on a dime
Never to beat again
For you
Or myself

You're just a cigarette
And this temporary buzz isn't enough for this longing heart
I need a stronger substitute
Something with a full effect
Someone with an addiction so strong it's impossible to break

if youre looking down on me
send me guidance
send me luck
send me love

thats all i desire