why rot in hell
when you can rot anywhere

save the heat
for warming your bones
after the flesh has decayed

You made it hard to miss you.
And I mean that, you've burried your way into my soul and rotted it from the inside.
You drove me into my endless packs of cigarettes and the countless bottles of tequila.
And with every late night in a different bed, I would drink until I couldn't walk.
I'd guzzle the Jack Daniels.
I'd push the Bacardi down my throat.
I'd infuse the ***** with my brain.
I'd drip the Jose Cuervo into my veins.
Anything, just to feel that warmth in my cheeks again, because you took it all away.
You took my innocence, and I'm not the kind of girl who was all that innocent in the first place,
But I gave you every inch of my body and you threw me aside like trash.
Begging me to **** like I was a ******* that just clocked out of work.
I know with all my heart I hate you.
But why did you give me enough good times
To where I'd miss you?

Submerged in rigorous waves,
Walking out among the decadent summer haze,
filled with peace and calm for the riveting scene in front of me,
But what do the crashing tidal waves really mean?
The world has a way of showing what we humans have done to it
Showing and telling really makes all the difference
Starting now, I will not be the one,
to take advantage of the magnificent sun,
or the bright crowded clouds,
or the misty afternoon rain,
For these are the epitome of beauty,
and technology is not,
so, I'm putting my foot down,
I'm refusing to let my mind rot
Beauty comes and goes
in mysterious ways
and some of its excellence,
is found on summer days

Like a Venus flytrap she enticed beauty
Captivated upon its purity it feed the
Mind malnourished of thoughts inside.

Absorbed its essence upon her own Decaying
Moments now nourished, withered moment
Now replenished, but still It dies.

Mrs withering was deaths other hand
Now all purified with her gaze. She was
The hand where beauty came to die.

Oh painter oh painter show me my future because I have become blind and oh poets read me your story's because I have become deaf.

Ill paint you a picture of what I see in my head but I promise you it won't be pretty, and today is really only a future of yesterday so where is my grandpa, and oh God you've been such a great listener but I wish you could talk to me now, just talk me through this mess in my head.

I can't hold on to this when I cant hold onto my own reality, and today I think it's tomorrow but I think it's only yesterday so hold onto me but hold on tight because I can't hold onto anything.

So wait for me by the river where I cant swim because I'm already drowning so what's the difference.

I think I have a demon in my head, maybe that's why I see hell every day and maybe that's why I can't sleep.

I'm just a past pretense of what you think I am so don't set me free.

These trees set my home on fire but that's ok because I burnt their roots first, so step close to me and ill step on your toes so step close to me.

I wish I could paint you my heart so you can have a piece of me but my hands are stones so throw me in the water.

I can see my sun rise but I'm still waiting for the moon, so leave me here today because tomorrow ill be gone.

I memorize those words but no one eats at my table but everyone is starving when I'm floating in the river.

But just know this world is not my home and I will see my sun rise with the moon and ill see everything come into place, so leave me here to bloom or to rot but either way ill be set free.

Leaves rot in dampness
The summer rains came quickly
-An odd musty smell

He told me that a rose
was symbolic of his love

Too bad I forgot
Flowers would always get rot.

Above and beyond the clouds of my endless sky,
I found a "small challenge" to finding my sweet,
She'd gone away to College and found a cute guy,
This is the reason each day I do not happily greet.

My joy is an illusion, I hide myself from the pain,
I beat this image out of my mind again and again and
Again. But still it returns-her and him-hell I've not even
Seen his face but I can imagine mine like a dismal disgrace.

I confess to the world I am a failure at best,
I had your hand, your heart but failed your test,
And now I am put back in my box to rust and to rot,
To be happy at the bottom is worse than sad at the top.