Be honest with your pain, Be honest with your anger Do not pretend to be an angel- your wings are clipped, remember? You aren't here to appease the crowd who's displeased
Face the mirror and look At the multiple selves you've built Aren't you one fantastic *****?
I know, isn't it great? You're the harbinger of pain- you can no longer be slain When the exit wounds bleed endlessly You pick up the jagged and sharp edges Even sliced up fingers empower your recesses
You die And die And die
There's no limit to your life It's scary The respawn time don't matter When you come back You come back stronger
The demons under your bed stop playing "Aren't you coming?" **** nah You don't know it yet but I'm gonna replace the devil
You tell them now Oh she is... She is coming. Better ring the bells- get the sinners to start running
People give, People take, Leaving emptiness in their wake, An emptiness in their shape, So try to fill that place, With squares and circles, Shapes and sizes, Pleasure and pain. You will find that space, Still empty in one way or another, Even love sometimes, Can not fill that empty place.
1. Learn forgiveness. Then withhold it from everyone. 2. Avoid making enemies. Leave it to your friends to find you insufferable. 3. There is good in everyone. The trick is not to let it out. 4. Expect the worst. You’ll be right. 5. Never hurt anyone’s feelings. Unintentionally. 6. Command an audience. Then who cares if you loathe mankind? 7. Self-sacrifice ennobles the spirit. But someone still has to clean up the blood. 8. Don’t dance. Then no one will watch. 9. Don’t envy others’ success. Intervene more forcefully to prevent it. 10. Life is short, but otherwise lousy.
girlworm, you grab a wrist like you've known modesty in the shyness of a bare feeling gripped tight on the one offering it tightrope fingers falling into the spaces of unspoken territory, slipping into familiar qualms like the worn lipsticks that fits the grooves of my lips like an object of my affection knowing the contour of what i'm never aware of anxieties creep like an overgrown lawn these fears personifying into antsy women invading my kitchen telling me that there's not enough ventilation and the stove is on leaking gas into the baby lungs of a young smoker and when i begin to argue they give both a look of sympathy and disgust as they say "oh child you drown so easily" so i sit chewing my nails as i count the birds outside flying back and forth from their post as if they can't remember where they're going towards or if there's something that could possibly pull them elsewhere my mind swirls in the smoothie of a plastic cup that sticks to the coffee table, the rings of different bottles painting circles for me to memorize again my paradise sits with the roughness of his knuckles and the ambiguity of eyes that could know everything and i would set fire to the stars inside because of the jealousy that grows from pretty things being smoldered under skin when i begin to lose my person, pale and shivering i go towards it empty stomached and ready to be buried in the clothes of her that i can imagine becoming the consistency of yogurt in my lap kissing back my tremors as i lift up her hair from curious shoulders dry-heaving the importance of the cheeks that feel warmer as they settle on hands that are brought together as if in deep prayer and i know i will collect myself again one day girlworm, you're a swarm in my chest and i am me
Give me brushes and something colorful not tested on a thing with a heartbeat and watch me go! I love me. I know how I like to look. Think that this face is for you? Think again. Think that This Face is for you and your. . . Think again. Think again.
1.2 million in diamonds and I didn’t bat an eye I hide them under my pride Worth more than his ego But I swallow because he is more than the man he is
He buys me porcelain plates everyday to show he can I know he can But I don’t tell him because he gets offended
Every night I smash them to sweep them up I’m getting better at the smashing My hands familiar with the motions Mapping out each broken shard before my face shatters I don’t miss any fragments
I stepped on one once Sharp blade on soft skin Ruby on opal Maybe I’m not made of ice
They say there is method in madness But what if the method makes me mad The slip of sanity must be planned An hour before the charity ball 2 after the guests leave 30 minutes after dinner 5 when he comes home A lullaby of broken promises ringing in my ear An indulgence
He said there was another woman He said I wouldn’t care that he was leaving He said I could afford my own diamonds and more ******* plates anyways
But that’s not the point The point is to suffocate in silence To let him buy what I can afford To swallow what he can’t
But who is the trophy When you carve me I spill out jewels
I write poetry I create written scenery I allow my heart overflow on the paper Sometimes, I adopt different persona I put myself in other people's shoes Just to see from different views... Not always easy to share how I feel and not easy to bottle all within So, I write... A new page, a new scene A new theme A new scheme But always the same chills
We write how we feel on paper to feel some ease. Sometimes, we create mental pictures and pen it down. Other times, we write based on what we see happen to others or in the society.
I see you! You’re a chancer, an unusual impulsive, persuasive & promiscuous women; unconcerned with remorse or guilt! You’ve created a life & career through crazy schemes and dreams! You have a certain glib, superficial charm and an impressive sense of self-worth and I liked that ! If only you’d had the ***** to formally introduce me to the genuine you, without fear of rejection! You Fool! X
A stark reminder of just how far you penetrated my heart & mind! I have a soft spot for you, but your hearts as cold as ice.