Date a girl with daddy issues
And you’ll be in your bliss
Tie her up and call her slut
And intoxicate her with your kiss
She doesn’t like it soft
And she doesn’t like it sweet
She wants markings on her body
And ropes around her feet
Give her lots of kisses
And tell her how bad she is
She wants to hear that she’s a worthless whore
And her hair to end up in a frizz
But be careful with what you do
And what you see isn’t always what you get
She has deep dark down issues
That she is trying to forget
She wants to moan louder
And for you to call her names
Because the more noise there is
The less she can hear her mind in flames
So make sure to be loud
And don’t be scared to get kinky
Anything you can do to make her forget
Will leave her wrapped up around your pinkie
She’ll tell you theres no reason
As to why she wants it this way
But in reality, she knows
That this may be a reason why you’ll stay
She hates herself
Much more than you’ll ever think
She has bandages all around her body
And pages filled with ink
So when you date a girl with daddy issues
You’ll be in your bliss
She will make you feel less broken
And intoxicate you with her kiss
Is it something?
All there is?
In this simulation
We call life,
An infinite echo.
A forever-ticking clock.
A perfectly sharp blade.
A rope, rough and ready.
She hangs it up.
To hang a picture.
A picture for HIM.
i sit on the floor at night
in my dark bedroom with a single light
im almost finished but not quite
my ideas keep coming as i continue to write
what is wrong with humanity?
has everyone been driven to insanity?
they’re all too busy with their vanity
and their constant use of profanity
i’ve lost all hope
and my mom thinks i mope
but it’s just how i cope
would you rather I hang myself with a rope?
but i’m just a fool
who thought i was cool
but society was too cruel
and now i want to drown in the pool
i keep all my thoughts inside
while i count all the times i cried
eyeing the pills bottles on my bedside
wishing i could’ve just died
so here i sit with my insecurity
feeling as though i lost my purity
is this what you call maturity?
i’ll just wait in obscurity
A rope does not know its strands until it unravels.
Crazy unfurls as a cable overwhelmed by tension.
Braids to maintain are woven as need arises, and are not prepared.
My sanity is an anchor renewed,
while my instability is the eroding product of a millennium of crashing tides.
What knots do I need to know to endure the waves ahead?
I fear I will never be a fisherman.
Love is but a rope wrapped tight in various knots.
Just when you think you have one undone; the next is a bit harder
If not careful it becomes tighter and the moment of anticipation
begins to fade.
This hurricane of twisted thread, bind as rope.
Willful to this release.
Time is key to those deserving;
Creating a memory that will last forever.
with the raging wind
as our enemy
you threw the rope
down at me
i clung to it
tightening my grip
midway through the ascent
confusion washed over me
for i expected you to continue
pulling me up
gently and hesitantly
i tugged at the rope
to call your attention
you never bothered to look down
and I never
to hold onto anything else
beside the rope
it was too late to see that I was falling
and broken bones
are just one
of my many shattered pieces
only after i was ashes
did I understand
why the highest soar
has the most painful drop
-i can still remember how both my skull and heart crack open
A little boy with a face on his shirt
holding an empty toilet paper roll
skip-skip-skipping rope with me
in a cemetery
"Little one, tell me why we play
on someone else's grave."
He laughs it off
Says, "Don't ask why."
Jokes, "We're ghosts, we're dead inside."
the two of us are in mourning
I've just yet to figure what died
the two of us are searching for something
to ease our troubled minds
The start (of) /
a braid or a rope /
is nothing (at the beginning of this) /
it is only the idea stemming /
from a sapling or a seed to become /
a tree /
what we touch, see, and wish to be /
Ancient beings can feel how they are not free /
I notice this is my mother’s face /
as I lead her to the restroom /
so near, too far for her /
the years count with her /
the (counted) years count the steps to the toilet /
and consider just holding it /
because the pain of walking so clearly outweighs /
the pain of holding your pee after birthing 3 children /
one of them dead /
okay, birthing two children /
I was cut from my mother /
maybe if you cut out the lungs /
things would cease to be /
chaotic like the outreach /
reaching out a hand /
praying she’ll find me /
because I’ve gone too far and can’t rewind //////
maybe if you remove my lungs…. /
I could stop focusing on my breathing /
give you all of my love /
show you I am not worthy /
of that admiration leaking from your ears //////
don’t be jealous of me