In his head A small factory Producing Packages of wisdom Personnel Cooperating With unprecedented brilliance The observers The processors The creators All contributing To a brand new theory Unfortunately The packages Won’t be sent The fear Of incompleteness Interfering with development
Oh logician If the world could only Feel Your passion Behold Your creativity Your theories Would dominate the world
Sometimes we crush a bug in self-defense. Other times we crush bugs in annoyance. However, there are times when we go out of the way to step upon a lesser life form. Such ******* arouses a sadistic pleasure we cannot savor or even admit in civilized society.
Hiding behind the mask of shame and pain I pick on you just so I can build my confidence and look cool Who will help me to unmask my pain and show my true self to the world? I hide in the hole of my mind waiting for someone to care enough to see through my game. I hurt people because I’m hurt; I pick on you because I was picked on I suffer in silence only to spew the nastiest thing that my ego dispels from my soul Can’t you see that my venom masks my pain? Help me too; I am the victim who only knows pain and anxiety Everyone helps the victim; can’t you see that I am a victim too? Can’t you see that my hurt takes shape and camouflages what lies beneath? Can’t you see I hurt too? Tell me who helps the bully? Is it you? Do u have time to help me? No one will I guess u think that I’m a lost cause as well? I’m not a lost cause I am a worthy cause Who will help the Bully?
If you can get me to admit that I that I need love too then you have done your job Help me see that I am worthy, that I can be confident without causing pain Help me to love myself, that's where most of my pain lies. Help me; forgive me so that I can forgive myself. Who will help the bully; is it you? We are victims too Who will help me see that my future can be bright too? Who will help the bully is it you?
my dark waters stir turning the moon's placid reflection into a chaotic dance of broken light echoes of churning deep water saturate and raise your foreboding laughter up and over the old well's lips but you will not awaken me to burn this nightmare into my core rather I shall sleep into dawn awaken to a silent Sun you once held my heart below these waters but unlike all those that followed I survived you you may impose fear in the heart of a wayward toad or other spineless woodland creatures but I sleep well immune to your frozen tears
inspired by the song 'Poltergeist' by Banks https://youtu.be/2WaA8rYCKFo
I sometimes want to be dominated To be choked Bruised Yanked. I want to lose my hair to your fingertips. For you to make me Yours, Make me cry Make me sweat Call me, “*****,” Make me beg. Pull my hair Call me “*****” I need to physically be As low as I feel. To be nothing Even in the eyes of the one I love. So growl at me. Spank me. Hard. Own me. So that I can be the dirt The **** The dirtiest of them all To match my mind.
so.... I really hope my mom doesn't read this stuff... yeah. Sorry. I just. yeah.
I don’t love you, that’s for sure. I want you, but for now all I feel for you is lust. Don’t say you love me tonight, because then I won't be so naïve. I'll walk away like a one night stand if you dare to confess your love for me. We stared at each other, and for a second I wondered if I should get up. But I would never do that. Right now I wanted you to be the lead.