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punk rock hippy Jul 2014
While I was sleeping, someone replaced every single hair of mine with fiber glass.

Everything rubs me wrong.
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
I'm terrified of the dark but I love closing my eyes to sleep.
If I can't see you,you can't see me.
You couldn't change me even if you changed the direction of my bones.
Even if you tore out my throat and wore it around.

Your not there, if I can't see you, you can't see me.
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
****** noses and abortion.
Bars and a baby boy.
Ciggs and eye liner.
Do
As
I
Do.
Your child is a ******* all because of you.
One mind driven by one thing.
Your talk is **** about cowardly things.
Do
As
I
Do.
Jonesin’ so hard even M.r Jones is praying for you.

Let me tell you one thing, I will never end up like you.
I will do as you didn’t, so from my heart to your black hole, I swear to god I promise,
I’ll
Do
As
I
Do,
all you have to remember is,
*******.
punk rock hippy Jul 2014
We're watching you they all whisper.
The trees collapse laughing,
the moon shows it's golden crooked teeth,
and the wolvess raise their heads to the judgment filled sky in agreement.
You're alone surrounded by these things watching you.
Nearby a stream is skipping across the rocks it mockingly  asks you,
"Little girl why are you crying? Inside of your cage of bones your weak little heart is dying.
Listen to the mean voices inside your head and maybe they'll set you free, smile for the stars so they can take your picture but smile big so they can't see your frown.
Always be perfect because someone is always watching."
My brain thought up a thought and I finally knew what the stream didn't mean to say.
I picked up my feet and began to run back to the place where I felt all alone.
I raised my head to the judgement filled sky just like the wolves and began to scream at the moon.
"Always be perfect because someone is always watching."
I snarled.
"I'm watching you and you're not perfect."
I howled to the moon.
"Your teeth are crooked and you're a sickly yellow not a gold."
I glare at the trees and laugh
"You are only broken."
I sang to the wolves
"This is your forest, be a king not a follower."
"I'm watching you"
I whisper.
This is one of my very first poems
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