#sad-happy
lets do drugs,
I want throw my mind to rot, lets find the incomplete sentences.
Complete them
whole heartily with abrupt anticipated humor,
and laugh like banshees
Ill spit in the pot-plant and grin at the first syllable
I'l Furget how to sPell,
and gurgle at the slurs I carve into the page
slow it down, back it up and take a hit
lines like slit wrists I've forgotten how to sleep,
that's the new one right? sleep? Tramadol, codeine and a line of melatonin to get me going?
some uppers followed by some downers
watch me crash and burn , I'll die brighter then the Hindenburg and 10 times higher then that **** box ever got I will make you anticipate my agony,
I will watch you suffer in my delights,
look at me stumble
on
down
god send me a GPS I've lost my path,
squatting under a pine tree like a bad Christmas present taking my hits
like a heavy weight
and just like weights ill sink
to the bottom of this cesspool I've dug
down
down
down
down
oh
so far down...
I'm going to crash
I'm falling off my high
I've found the edge where my lines blur
and i see the way there looking at me
while I'm lost in headphones spewing gold into my ears
the bass vibrates my bones Christ I'm going down
so watch me
because I"m going to burn brighter
then anyone
then anything
you've ever seen before
watch me grin as I burn up
And throw yourself onto my bonfire
LG
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
*there’s no real gold, but this kind is for fools like us who don’t know any better.*
you make me feel like the world is ending, so i allow you to smile at me. i let you hug me and ask if i’m okay. i say yes. i’m just tired. but there’s so much i don’t tell you: how your baby blue eyes make me feel like everything is crashing and burning, how when you hug me, i feel like we’ve made a fire in antarctica (something warm in this cold warzone of a world).
*stop worshiping young gods, false gods, no god- this place is not a temple.*
you are nothing. i want you to be nothing to me. because the last time i felt like this, i got my heart ripped out of my chest by his pretty, stepped on by reality, and spat on by every person who said, “i told you so.” the stars are my hope, and the sad thing is that all of those stars are already dead. maybe it’s troubling to think about it that way, but it’s all that i’ve got. but with these hopes and my fears i can’t be free.
*i’ve got petrichor trapped in a bottle, and melancholy in my eyes and they sing hallelujah.*
i tell my friend that i like the way you smell in the morning. for ages i haven’t been able to why. i’ve known you for over a year and only now am i figuring out why. it makes you human. it smells like brand new, clean, and sweat. yes. there’s something beautifully strange in the way your most human attribute is the way you smell after walking to school, but this prison might be the only way i can feel you hold me when you know i’m not okay.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC