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sycokitten Nov 2013
Play your words and say your game.
I just wish, to forget your name.
sycokitten Nov 2013
No time for these games, I don’t like being played
Little boys all around, I wish that you’d stayed.
Pills to sleep, Smoke, and too many shots.
Now he’s the one that haunts my thoughts…
My fairytale plot, never seems to go right.
Reality hits, when I sleep alone at night.
sycokitten Jun 2013
Crack and crumble
Snap and break
Slip and fumble
Twitch and shake
Hide it all
Until the fall
Overflow, bust and seep
Stitches snap and eyes that weep
Unravel, unwind, melt through the floor
Exposed and fragile, I can't take much more.
sycokitten Jun 2013
Challah here, and cookies there.
Pastry ******* everywhere.)
Its what I live , and how I think.
In the air, and what I drink.
Cupcakes, pies, brownies all around.
But not a drop of sanity to be found.
sycokitten Jan 2013
You're in my thoughts, and on my  mind
Escape from which I cannot find

I like the way you fry my brain
and half *** make me go insane

With words as sweet as pastry cream
You've drug me off into a dream
sycokitten Dec 2012
Been so crazy
Days got hazy
Slipped out of my head
Not sure what I've said..
The world faded out
My thoughts began to shout
Laughs and flicks
Cute little anger tics

I tried to talk to you
That's all I wanted do
but everyones drifted or broken
It's been so long since we've spoken

Self destructive habits to cope
Followed by manic cycles filled with hope
Zombie mode for the pastry girl
Around the kitchens, dance and twirl
Cycle turn and cycle spin
Never feel like you're going to win

Burn down and start new
Found others to talk to~
Still so crazy
but not so hazy
Back in my head
Don't feel so dead.
sycokitten Nov 2011
I've become poison and my drug quit working
the monsters in the dark, at the edges they're lurking
Need an new silver letter to get hooked on,
Stronger than Z, that brings the light of dawn
But those ****** monsters never go away
they still haunt me in the bright of day
Play with my thoughts, talk in my head.
You'll never let go, not even if dead.
So I've taken to the smoke and the stars
to make the thoughts stop, and numb all the scars
Lost away in my land so low
what will become of all this i don't even know.
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