i want to drink myself into a place no one can reach me
i want the room to spin so i can sit still and feel the world moving and cracking and tectonic plates shifting beneath my feet
i want to dance to music i don't like when i'm sober
i want to feel as beautiful as i feel when i'm drunk every day
i want to drink until all i am left with is empty cups and happy hiccups and i want to call my exes and tell them how lucky they were to have me and how bad timing was never a good excuse
i want to wrap a telephone cord around my fingers and then my body and i want to feel electricity in my hands and i want the world to spin because i tell it to

Some of us here, write about hope while others write about pain.
Some of us here, write about love and that which keeps us sane.

Others write about Death and the souls she just adored.
Penning out their sorrow, the mournful cries strike a chord.

Then are those who write about things and faces that they know.
Describing perfect places, landscapes wrought with snow.

Me? I'm just here venting, it's a need. This urge to write.
Cut off my hands, if you please. I'll bleed a novel out of spite.

She was my kind of hopeless
Eyes tired...
No, eyes exhausted
Far past the help of coffee
Exhausted from a world bitter and cold
Exhausted from the place she's forced to call home
I don't think her hair had seen a brush in a while
It was professionally done by a pillow
A pillow with years of experience
Still, when she looked my way, I couldn't help but look away
Wish I didn't
Cause she was my kind of hopeless.

I don't get vision
Yeah
Sure
I've studied science too

Light through pupil
Image flipped
Produced on retina

But here's the thing?
I don't see the light
I see nothing but darkness
There is nothing ahead
except
the Void

Nothingness.

God is our father,
God is our shepherd,
Prayer is sure to make everything better.

There's no need to worry,
God loves you a lot,
There's places in heaven and he'll save you a spot.

God made you perfect,
but child you must resist,
Give in to the crude parts of your humanity and you'll get a slap on the wrist.

But don't worry or stress,
there's time to repent,
He'll offer you salvation without a penny spent.

Just say your hail Mary's,
Go to mass too,
Devote yourself to the church to find your rescue.

But don't ask where, or why, or how,
For God can hear you,
Right here,
Right now,
And God doesn't like you to question his presence,
So sit,
Be quiet,
And trust his benevolence!

You will remain a sunrise
that wakes me up in the morning,
a morning
that fills my day with light.
You will stay with me every day
so we can fall asleep together every night
and every night I will dream of you
waiting for the dawn
so I can wake up next to you again.

to love a poet
is to admit the world
is tragic