#mat
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely!
She said I am so lonely, lonely, lonely,
I could die.
My mouth was dry,
There ain't sweetness here in paradise
Baby, Baby, baby, baby!
She said baby, baby, baby,
I could die.
My mouth was dry,
But there ain't sweetness here in paradise.
Love, love, love, love!
Love, love, love,
I kissed you hard,
My mouth's was dry,
There ain't sweetness here in paradise.
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC
its struck
negligent tower
with terrible
lie in
a broken
yogic and
while here
she flung
her trapezoid
in the
wat she's
always held
near the
uneven bars
and could
retrogress such
a telltale
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
What do you want to read ?
When my heart is heavy with sorrow
i pour my blood
and convert it into ink.
Then, you shower love on me.
You tell me my writing is like wine,
elegant,
beautiful.
Yet when i feel nothing
but happiness
and i pour my heart
onto your feet
you brush it away.
You don't connect to me
and now you don't shower love.
"Your writing is like wine,
elegant,
beautiful,
poisonous."
You don't accept happy
because you don't connect to it.
You flow like the rest
in an ocean filled with grief.
You use me like a mat
and i serve you
waiting for that one day
you clean your sins away.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
(but we)
good morning from the after life
the 2am program
battered brains and battered fish
take the drug, make the wish
(are still)
good morning from where its sunny all the time
where you are the laugh track
your smile stuck, held up like a hammock in a light wind
no need to forgive when no one has sinned
(followed)
good morning from the place where dogs always catch their tails
russian roulette with the chambers of a loaded heart
and we're happy and we're glowing and we're glad
love what we've got, forget what we had
(by our own shadows)
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Toño Toñito mató a su mujer con un machetico tan grande como él... sacó sus tripitas y las puso a vender y con esa plática compró otra mujer.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
I believe in a number of things
Horses, gators, even mammals with wings
I believe that a bird and a rat, got cozy one night
and that became that
that as in bat
a bat became that
from the bed of a bird and a rat.
the bird saw the rat being chased by the cat
that they had in common, the cat was a brat
So they chatted and chatted, till the chat became flat
I haven't a bed, but I do have this mat, said the rat.
This mat will do, the bird said as she sat.
soon that became that
that as in a bat
a bat became that
from the bed of a bird and a rat.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
an untwisting of the mat
the fibre holding it as one
is fast becoming undone
its time verily nigh
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
Hidden from the world, their expectations too high
I will never reach them, even if I try.
So I change myself; My face, my hair,
Everything that makes me ME, no one will care.
Soon enough, I'm not the same as I used to be
No longer that little girl that everyone loved to see.
I have become a fake person with fake aspects
So afraid of their expectations of having to be perfect.
I have lost the only people that cared about the real me
Now I'm a nail, holding up their reputations like the tool they want me to be.
I am defenseless and the only thing I can do is be quiet
This is what I wanted, right? The new look, personality and diet.
I wanted to reach their expectations and still I fail to do that
I changed myself for them but still they walk all over me like a mat.
I guess their expectations were too high, I couldn't go that far
Now I have to live with them ******* me dry of myself like the leeches they are.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
The Cat Sat On The Mat.
The Mat Sat On The Cat.
Hat. Cat. Mat.
The Mouse Sat On The Blouse.
The Blouse Sat On The House.
Mouse. Blouse. House.
The Dog Sat In The Bog.
The Bog Sat Near Smaug.
Dog. Bog. Smaug.
Urticaria.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC