i like to watch the comets fly across the sky
lighting up the night as they go passing bye
like a rocket ship in between the stars
flying round the planets jupiter and mars

with its comet trail  high in the sky above
just  to watch the comets is something that i love
makes the world feel peaceful makes life feel so free
a lovely piece of nature that i just love to see

Envy
When you see me with him
And you wish
I was yours.

Lust
In your eyes as you take my head
In your hands
And kiss me like you've wanted to

Greed
I am in your hands,
And only yours.
But you want more

Gluttony
You take what is yours
And I give willingly
I keep on giving, and you keep taking

Sloth
As we lay,
Tired
Exhausted from the work we've done

Pride
When you show me off to your friends at the bar
And you have a few drinks,
Leaving sloppy kisses on my cheeks while they laugh

Wrath
When we are home, and I am too tired to give
Your hands gripping my hair as you yell,
And you finally set free the demon within

What can be more painful than a raging soul?
A body full of scars
A body drowned in suffering;
Dysmorphic image of a broken soul
So thin ,so close to nothing ,
So broken ,so close to sorrow
In pain, the body lies
The inked image of this broken heart.
Write poems not scars in thy skin,
Scripted history, the body is your friend.

Disclaimer: work is purely fictional. it's kind of ******/macabre and very dark. It's a very dark limmerick. So, that's that. This is not real, to just make things clear. Haha. Don't know how I thought of this but... yeah.



Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
With a smile on my face
Their faces were a disgrace
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Their limbs now scattered
Their eyes have watered
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Feasted on their fears
Quenched thirst thru their tears
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Once all of them dead
I bathe in crimson red
On the last day of my friends

Jumping up
screaming
your fingernails tear
the wallpaper that was never there
walls
crumbling down
where are you now?
*You're pyschotic

I know I hurt you well
It may have been wrong

But I have no regrets
I planned it all along

I can hit you harder
Harder than a knife

I always get revenge
Remember me for life

Someone take my mind away from me,

                                    its driving me INSANE.

In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.

In
1, 2, 3.
Out
1, 2, 3, 4.

This breathing exercise
Won't change a thing.
But at least
I won't feel so much like
I'm drowning myself.

This distance between us
Is something I've become
Vividly aware of.
Much like my veins,
Much like my faults.

Maybe it's just me,
But I'd get frustrated with me too.
I know because I am me.
I live in my head.

I am ever the curious,
And ever the wondering.
Ever the insecure,
Forever grasping at straws
Hoping that I'd find that one virtue
About me
That will make me worthwhile.

I breathe,
Very aware of the expanding lungs beneath my ribcage,
The pulsating, blood filled heart in my chest.
Beating and beating and beating
Crying and crying and crying out:
Please just love us, we're all trying so hard!
Demanding that I follow it
To the end of time.

In
1, 2, 3.
Out,
1, 2, 3, 4.