The softest place to sit, is on the inside of your wrists. He said, knowingly.

And I am sorry world, that my hair is always up, and my eyes always down.

They say he's a lovesick puppy, always attached to her hip, they watch each other's eyes like there's other planets, residing in them. It's a game, plain and simple, he goes home to a girlfriend. And forgets about his chick when he's with her.

Sarcophogus filled to the brim
Rearranged alphabet
I let you in

I want him, but we're not right.

Heyo mayo, catch ya to be able too see you soon enough for the next few years ago when he was not immediately available from my house and my dad just called me a little bit more than one million people in the world to see my mom and I don't think that I have a great way of saying that it was the best of luck with your life and death in a statement issued by the end of the day before I go to sleep now goodnight everyone else in my head.

i wish I could write beautifuly,
Fluently,
As you do,
Abstract,
With the knack of adding ferocity,
Leaves you breathless,
But content,
Art,
But ugly,
Rugged and rough,
Yet lovely,
I'm a child,
Nothing more,
Weak in the act of living,
I could do better,
Better,
Could I do?
I wanna write like you,
As if the words were rolling off Gods tongue,
Onto yours,

It always ends in ****, because the walls can't speak the honesty you need. Somehow you find the gratifying affection in watching other people make uncultured love in unkept sheets. We call this cycle, good enough. As our hollow hearts beat harder. Mass production of media, easily prescribed as a fault of technology. Mass media production is a man made reduction of ourselves behind glass emotions. Sickening potions, as you hit delete history. From your phones memory, but not yours kid.

I'm ugly beautful

Lettuce forgive those, who do wrong,
Because I don't carrot all anymore.

My soul is quiet today.

Hello, hello, hello beautiful.
Boy, who hides his face,
Behind the ******* of young lovers,
Because that's what life has given him a taste,
Of,
Of lust.

Innocent adolescence, my favorite words.

When did you decide to not be okay?

I’m as poor as a rich man, but I’d buy it every night for the rest of my life.

I lick the sores in my mouth, the toxins running out. It feels like it's been ages since I've eaten. Living off long gone love. Sitting in praise and worship, feeling the weight of a God I need. I'll come crashing to my knees. For now I'll sit in my seat. It's not jiving. You make me laugh, with how uncertain you are of yourself. This red carpet beneath my feet, keeps me alive. The ghost of something holy, so tangible. In his arms, ghosts can love...

One of my biggest dreams, is to jump onto a moving train.

Forgiveness looks a whole lot like hell,
A closet full of books & no shelves,
I wouldn't know if I did I wouldn't tell,
Your voice makes me sick to my stomach,
You use fear as your weapon,
Your so wimpy,
You coward of a man,
Walk with Jesus upon the waters,
I'll watch you drownd,
He'll float above the waves,
You'll never reach my thoughts,
I picture you for eternity,
Building sand castles at the bottom of the sea,
Everytime you inhale,
A new death,
12 years and maybe you'll know what it's like,
Living a life,
Where breathing is like a knife,
You're no believer,
You worship your own God,
In the mirror,
You can't scare me anymore,
Next time you extend your hand to enforce a blow,
I'll respond with a gun to your head,
I'm done with your pointless games,
My mom should've never married you,
I can't wait till you're dead.

Side patters, puttering along a empty road.
An old ford, with no seats. Crates for a home,
Nothing is delusional, you'll make it into that school. Even if all your friends hate you.

Waiting for the poison to poison me. Liquid vampires in ship stares at the moonlight.

3/4 of you melting on the deck,
Muscle & tendon,
Malicious,
She'll eat you in one bite,
Lick up the bones & aftermath,
Take your head and bury it else where,
She'll do it,
She's done it,
Cause she loves me.

Count the stripes on your back, to equal out what your step dad thinks you lack. To make sure you never bleed out from those masses of granulation tissue. Fine lines to define your worth, girl. To feel the flames lick down your back, to wish for death, to only wake up again.

Isiah 53: 3-7 is *******