A day of lone suffering. Today was the day I was expected to participate, today was the day i was supposed to be positively sublime and sane. I suppose that I wasn't supposed to grieve today given the fact that I hated him so, I don't. what a tragedy. my broken soul was forced to smile and wave in the guests and family members. what a pity. I smile and choke down my laugh and furious tears. how mournful. The whelp gets the better of me even in death. what a tragic flaming fate of twisted blood battles and a broken love. He won the women. I look into the crowd behind me and I feel torn apart. **** the masses. I spin back around a walk to the coffin and feel a chill in my spine. ***** of a man. I think of his enormous wealth and empire. I spit in his face. what trash of a man. I walk to the exit and see his wife, my "old inspirational love." I walk forward and slash though the doors towards a new future and never look back. the man is dead and so, my madness is finally appeased. I dash and run and smile, I'm free! bless the god who granted me this gift and brought ****** into the world!
I like being wrapped in blankets And hiding in small spaces I think it makes me feel more secure
I trash my living spaces and fill them up It’s like the presence of empty space Represents the uncertainty in my life So I eliminate any openness To ensure that anxiety can’t hide Behind furniture or under the bed
I occupy my space with a protective layer Of garbage and disorganization
It’s not on purpose
I don’t like it
The clutter of my room or my car Often reflects the clutter in my mind
A dead Christmas tree was set out with a neighbor's trash. It lay sideways, stripped of half its needles. A brown cat sniffed one of its branches, but then sauntered away. All relationships eventually lose their charm.