Pursed lips and oxygen slowly drips
from lips that were dyed red
with little, parasite lies
I consumed you whole and
the corpse you leave behind
is your true identity
of who you really were
a selfish *******.

To he whom feels the need to condemn,
rip apart and tear away.
To dissect another's written script
to cause with malice, words to fray.

I have these words too say too you,
wouldn't it be better in the end,
instead of shooting from the hip,
encouragement you could extend.

Make a point with others here.
The likes of me, 'who can't care less'
But no, you guys go for the ****
of those who's minds that you can mess.

I've read so many cold one liners,
composed to cause the worst heartbreak,
your words deliver contamination,
the likes of that most slimy snake.

If you have only half, the talent
that you really think of your esteem.
You wouldn't need to be so nasty,
so keep it right and keep it clean.

If you feel that you must comment,
an honourable thing that you could do,
then try to help instead of hinder.
Then we might think something of you.

Constructive critique is a good thing,
it helps another and yourself.
But if you seek to be the *******
then keep your thoughts up on the shelf.

If you want to help another
it doesn't do to laugh and scoff,
if this is the path you wish to travel,
my words to you my friend "*******".

Past me was an *******
He didn't care that future self
would be miserable
selfish ****
I want to trade places
with that *******

Everytime my nose catches your smell my world stops
And all I want is to stop time and smell you for hours
Because you smell like glory
You see, I fell for your smell before I fell for you my love

I wonder if your girl appreciates all of you the way I do
I wonder if she even notices how irresistible you are
You are so ******* special
And I wish I was your girl instead

I wish that you could have my heart-
in its entirety
I wish that you could have my heart-
but I'm keeping it for me
See, I gave someone my heart before-
but he went and gave it back
Yes, I gave a boy my heart before-
but the ******* turned it black.

Beginnings of pain
And the suffering of one,
Started early for one so young,
Terror in innocent eyes
A* punishment for nothing,
Rained down fists fell hard
Dead I wish you were, ******** forever in my eyes

Sayest timshel from leaf and vine
You keep yours and I’ll keep mine

I vow not to be a shoulder to cry on
A balm to that Sartrean dis-ease

At which even he would shake his head.
Can you choose when things are weighted

By our stones a lapis and gold?
Of truncations of freedom to you

Even seem old? You, you step back
From the depths, from your behest

For know you are learned, deserved, and
White, your struggles aren’t so lead

Lament, can I, at no progress
Being the same in thought, though

Practice, marked indifference. We are
Not free, nor are we doomed

Rail against thyself and bear
And bite your teeth at the cord.

You can find me in the stalls writing lines of how I'm a deteriorating shell of my former self,
nothing but a faded shadow,
a hollow casket of myself in a prison cell

I'm back to my old ways,
Too scared to run away,
Too scared to stay,

Yet somehow I miss the days gone by,
Not for the moments,
The people,
The person

Help me get your heart off my sleeve,
It's been roughly a year and I can't hardly breathe,
Don't worry about never being mine,
Lest the tears of what could have been,
Stain the silhouette of time.

My heart literally aches
with my everyday breath.
4 days in, without you,
without your voice that caresses my ears
every night;
without your genuine laughter for my
stupid jokes;
without your touch that I have craved
since the moment I met you;
without you.

You have infiltrated my daily ways,
my everyday routine, my tiny gestures.
You have conquered my needs, wants, and all of which makes me, me.
You, you selfish *******.
You made my ways all about you.

The way I cook (without you
tangled on the width of my waist)
The way I wash the dishes (without you
landing your fingers on my nose)
The way I watch the tube (without you
nuzzling the contour of my neck)
The way I walk (without you
intertwining your hands with mine)
The way I do things, my every day things-
without you.

You, you stupid *******.
You made my life about you.
You, you shameless *******.
You made the tiniest thing special.
You, you ****** human.
You made everything perfect.
You.
You are gone.

And now I miss you.

Why try to belong
To something
You have never known?
Distant lands
Unwelcoming arms
I have gone.

hatred met
bitterness
darkness has grown.
Homeless in
a home is her
personal song
singing these truths
writing these wrongs.

Be yourself
Even if that person
Is a stranger
Not owning it
is a far more
Evil danger.