This is it. The role of the dice so maybe I can finally sleep, Hopefully these are the last words I write so my heart can slow to the creeping I wish It'd be, So I can dream of things that I will never have to have the pleasure of seeing again.
Why do we cry? I say to you You say to I Stretch, my darlings! loosen the disturbance Move, my darlings! let go of the teachers Roll your neck of the worries lengthen your arms to chaos open your neck up to love Because Only when you stretch the sass in their voice dissipates the aching in your side relents the sights that you see are brighter And You feel okay
My life is misery So many things wrong with me What's lacking is abstinence and sobriety I am broken I am ****** Alone in this world By myself I stand Take my life Make it quick ******* blood So sweet So thick
I realize that this one is a little over my age but as long as I understand it I am no more scarred than I was when I was 5.
Your eyes are a million colors Your skin is a thousand temperatures Your mind goes a billion miles You think so quickly and so often sometimes you don't even finish a thought before you've begun another You are brilliant and it shows in every inch of you and every crevice oozes with potential So why do you waste it on people who can't even see it?
My friend who isn’t one Said being a starving artist is a new aesthetic Like brunching at farmer’s markets Paint drips, dropped on, white shirts No shows, at art shows, in SoHo Exotic meds, white dreads, still fed Living in your bed head
My cat, she knows the truth Napping on a pile of wet cat food
Actually, it’s Calling your chef friend Michael again And asking him if he knows a different way To make ramen taste better Because last time it still tasted Like you forgot to pay your light bill