i'm not some washed up
fucked up
stupid romantic.
you're not some grown up
flawless stud
who only eats organic.
don't assume that
i'm an unloved
drugged up
hopeless delinquent.
that said,
i am  manically eclectic
extremely sarcastic
and definitely too pedantic
but i'm candid
and i try
to take nothing for granted
and use whatever i'm handed.
so please fuck off.

i'm sorry if you read this.
i am so, so sorry.

Its been a year since you said "i love you"
Time is so fast but what happened to you
My feelings haven't changed at all
Still, crying for you like a waterfall

Everything seems so fast
But here I am, still thinking of the past
The past of our really close friendship
The friendship that you now treat like nothing

I know I should move on
But you appear to be such a phenomenon
I know this feeling is really wrong
But please bear with me for this will take long

When you said you love me
All I did was to believe and agree
But now looking back,
It breaks my heart so bad

April 12, 2017
1:01 AM

Answer me this:
Do good people do bad things?
What makes a good person?
What makes a bad one?


Don't say a word.

I wasn't really asking.
Let me tell you.

A good person is characterized by irrefutable morals
And in the case that you have the same morals
Then a good person is characterized by their ability to follow their morals as well
Why they do bad things?
Well I suppose it would just be a mistake
Their ability to follow their morals…
Let's say this good person isn't so… skilled at being good
I feel as though
You're not a good person
It’s obvious you can't follow your morals

If you have them

So what if you’re a bad person
What makes a person bad?
What makes a bad person?
Having no sense of right or wrong
Or ignoring their sense of criminal
Well then
Yeah yeah I'm sure
You’re a bad person

A sequel.
KM Ramsey Apr 18

i'm the monster hiding under my bed
lurking just below the placid
surface of my own personal Loch Ness
and praying that i remain
a legend of the local townspeople
masquerading as those who
call me friend and lover
those perfectly content to take in
my slow crumbling facade
and name it history
roman roads meandering across
my features the ruts of those
early onset wrinkles which
threaten to out me
to scream out my sickness
a diagnosis of malevolence
hiding in my tightly wound double
helices the ladders i climb
as though there were salvation waiting
at the top
though Sisyphus would understand
my plight but more so
comprehend my incessant pursuit
of a false flag promise of

but i can't escape the prison of my skin
my identity the crystal lattice of
epidermis holding in
the supernova of destruction and death
the famine after my insatiable need
consumes all nourishment for
i'm too much
too much need
much too much malignancy
spreading like a cancerous mass
consuming and metabolizing all that
is good and innocent.

do not extend to me
your tendrils of sympathy
of compassion
look upon me as the condemned
war criminal on the stand and
the Hague chilled to immobility by
the tales of my horror.

put me to death and think no more
of the fallacy i perpetuated
for decades spent offering
silent pleas for intercession and yet
unable to ever escape my transgressions
which live below the surface
in the deepest parts of me
intricately woven into those essential
parts of myself
a tumor grown into my heart
too close to the life-sustaining
machinery for any to dare extraction.

but i could kill every part of me
and one day i will
as i pay and pay my way to salvation
clad in sack cloth and my feet bare
praying for smoldering coals to
traverse searching for pain
pain to wash me clean
pain to fill the need for punishment
because i've learned that even
punishment which provides no
gives me the appearance of at least
seeking that which
i know i'll never have.

and after all these years
do i really want it at all?
would i forego any more pain?
could i even believe that i
have been forgiven?
that my slate had truly been
wiped clean?

even if everyone watched me
be washed back to infantile innocence
i would still know
my inner stain spread through my
entrails like some perverse
Rorschach test for reading by an
oracle who could proclaim
after my death
that the beast had been slain and
now they welcome the eternal
kingdom of god.

but do not call me martyr.

do not send pilgrims to my grave
do not consign me to Apocrypha
do not dilute
or contaminate the
sacrosanct of some
even if i always believe it was
superstitious bullshit.

they believe it to be real
to be holy
and myself the human stain should
never be near.

burn my bones and burn them again
grind them to dust and jettison them
to the remotest ends of the earth
where no foot treads
and my disease might not spread.

i flay the skin off my own bones
so no one else must.

do not touch me

leperous disaster
harbinger of the end of all things.

let me starve and rot
the putrid scent of my decay
finally dissolving the mask
and in my death i can't even
lower my face
dead eyes can't look away
but you couldn't know
that's how they've always looked.

letters from the leper colony
David Mitchell Apr 18

a pack a day.
feel yourself waste away,
let your teeth decay,
so you can put your addiction on display.

Chris Neilson Apr 16

The meek don't inherit the earth
with a military goosestepping parade
in front of the weary watching world
in a shameless warmongering charade

If 2 wrongs really don't make a right
then 2 powerful men with bad hair
should leave their missiles and twitter
or risk an apocalyptic nightmare

Stating the obvious I know, but we do currently have some very scary world leaders
Maria Imran Apr 12

I miss you.
What do I do with myself?

You are not looking for me.

Yule Apr 10

As day passes by, it never really occured to me
can my love overflow beyond its capacity?
Your love can fill me up to the brim
It is only you that can bring me off its course

To me, you're a serum I want to take,
even if they said you're no good for me

You're a melody that's ever so addicting,
a rhythm I'm trying to forget, but cannot

My love, you're chained to my heart
etched deeply — I want to break out of it!
But then you're the only one who has the key
I can't let you go, until you set me free

my dearest l.jh, you know I have to let go of you; sooner or later... but for now, I still don't know yet. | 170410

I looked up something
It wasn't so good to see It.
It wasn't so good to know about It.
However, It taught me a lesson.
Don't ever do That again!

Anthony Apr 5

Nowhere to park.
             O' nowhere to park.

        Im driving

    And driving;

   My thoughts get more dark...
If i see one more
Idiot double parked,





Absolutely nothing.

Ill drive to the next lot
Muddled with passive aggression.
Ill begin my walk to my studio
(Fancy name for shitbox)
And to rest ill put my thoughts.

                                                Until tomorrow

When i walk back.

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