#whoops
Worst hangover ever
I only drank water
40%
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
the art of smooth handwriting eludes me &
i scribble silent letters
distracted by
boldly loud ones
onto the lines of a page,
emotions and confessions i will
turn in for class, my heart
out, &
where the teacher will
ultimately return it,
confusion marked
on the pages in red ink
and
my thoughts will be half understood
half appreciated and
half loved;
characterized by nothing more than luck,
who chose,
blindfolded
which thoughts deserved to be seen and
which ones would be
lost in translation,
from my head to the paper
existing clearly in my mind
yet appearing as hieroglyphics-
and i have yet to find my rosetta stone
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
Least we fall, let it be on
to a ****** we dislike
to cusion our descent. .
And may we smile,
while they wince
in regrettable pain.
Whoops did my foot accidently
tread upon your
private property..
Well least you remember
that ones fall
is another's pain.
And another's **** you...
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
I tear the skin off of my lips
And then I can taste the salty blood.
My mother says to me,
"Annie! Stop!"
But I ignore her.
And I chew away.
She asks me,
"Annie!! Why do you do that!?
It freaks me out!!"
Maybe I think that my lips will disintegrate.
That maybe I will just
End up eating them away.
No.
That's too strange.
Maybe I think that they need to be smoother,
Just in case,
And that any jagged bits of skin poking up needs to be ripped off
Like a bandaid.
No.
I'm too shy to kiss anyone.
Maybe I just love the sting
Of exposed skin.
I don't think so.
I'm pretty sure I've become desensitized to that
sting.
My answer, Mom, is that I don't know.
I couldn't tell you even if I tried.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
The smell of you is on my sheets
There’s ***** on the wall
Three empty bottles near my feet
I think I drank them all
Awoke to find you here
Though I truly can’t recall
The night before unclear
Did we **** or have a brawl?
Please wake up and leave
I’ll walk you down the hall
Feel like I’m going to heave
And you’ll probably never call.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
i feel
like im the ocean
cheesy metaphor i know, but it's true
people say im pretty
they pass by
many come and go
but no one ever stays
am i not good enough?
why do i feel like a piece has been ripped from me
like i'm just an empty shell of a person
wandering around till someone needs me
does anyone really need me?
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
I think sometimes my thoughts
are hijacked by a ventriloquist
hiding within me.
as words that were only syllables
speak out of context
yet I know I didn't wish to say
it like that or did I really?
I'm misinterpreted because I say
it as it is, I blame it on the
ventriloquist sulking within.
Freeing words expelled over distance.
My mouth closed but words heard escaping out.
Then I speak,
I don't really care,
I say it as it is...
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Although an atheist
with many question that abound
bout the lineage of humanity, this bard
formerly of Belmont hills
nada seeketh to be crowned
yet applauds those
who attest in deity
where salvation doth re-dound
peace of body, mind
and spirit can be found
and rest in peace when demise
finds her/him under ground
identified by a tombstone and a mound
which...over time becomes less round.
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YOM KIPPUR ™
Those who practice Jewish
faith pay obeisance
Too holiest day of their year
Atonement & repentance mantra themes
Unswerving prayers flock doth wear
As spiritual raiment in tandem
With a twenty-five hour
fast orthodox n’er veer
With pride synagogues rabbi beckons
flock to don cloak of virtue to wear
Supplicating against creator
sans vices within psyche tear
The delicate fabric covenant
easily shredded
per temptation from ****** spear
Loftiness attendant on this
High Holy Day
whence judgment severe
Within gilt written tomb
encapsulating behavior –
Vile forgiveness rare
Thus inducing many a worshiper
To spend hours immersed in prayer
Or…even self-abuse to vitiate
demonic forces that invisibly leer
Drowning out words of the prophet
that believers must hear
To attain coveted accompaniment
To promised land
without materialistic gear
Whence with most obedience
to sacred texts will fare
Most successfully and kowtowed
Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer
While Santa Claus
godlike heard crystal clear
Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats
Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare
As eve n tide cast dark shadows
from royal Belvedere
For those lives of purity
offered salvation into the heavenly air.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
"they have no one to blame
but themselves"
is a common phrase
too common, too dismissive
it acts as a haze
a haze that masks the truth
that truth that maybe there is someone to blame
that someone is the one
who committed the ******* act in the first place.
"They were drunk and vulnerable, they should have expected ****
Or maybe the heartless ******* shouldn't have broken trust in the first place.
"Drugs are terrible, they should have stopped before someone died"
Addiction is a disease, a plague, blame the disease not the transmission.
"They could've done this, they should've done that"
A victim should never double as the suspect.
So don't go pointing fingers in situations you don't understand.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
I've been away for a while,
And,
It seems like nothing is ever going to change.
Forgive me.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
It is harder than you think,
To walk the halls,
And hear people talk about,
That one person.
It is harder than you think,
To make eye contact in the halls,
With your ******
Who thought he had the right..
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
it's just fun now. for some reason this boy always knows what to say to get you hooked. this time you aren't actually hooked on him though. because this time he has made no promises like he did before. you are thankful because he never keeps them anyways. last night he said his usual line. "there is just something about you." you are confused but know not to take it to heart. lately you've learned to not take anything to heart. it's okay. you wish it wasn't like that. but it is. this time you told him that it would be casual. the sound of his breath on your neck reminds you of an old piece you wrote when you didn't know. but now you do. and so does he. he makes you feel good. he never breaks eye contact. he revs his engine when he drops you off because you told him that's what boys do when they think a girl is hot. he makes you want to roll your eyes and smile afterwards. he doesn't talk about the grey house with lemonade or the roller coaster hill or the fact that he once said he thought he was in love with you. but it's okay because he let you steal his sweatshirt and still kisses you goodnight afterwards when he walks you to your car.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
I self harm the way some people play the lotto.
Not every day, or even once a week,
but when I end up on a winning streak
I can't stop.
I keep feeling like one of these days I'll get lucky.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Everyone can see I'm still not over you.
I tried to be.
I dated another boy, let him in.
Told him all my secrets and tried to love him.
Yet, every time we fought, my first thought was always,
"you would have understood."
It's been 463 days since we went out separate ways.
You "accidentally" dated a carbon copy of me,
who was less depressed and more confident.
It took us over a year to see be able to be in the same room together.
It wasn't awkward- it was nice.
Until I realized my nails were in palms,
so I didn't touch you.
I felt you radiate heat and wanted nothing more than to curl up in your lap.
So I guess they're right,
I'm not over you.
But it takes two to tango.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Lady go, Lady go, Lady go now
Something must be wrong
Lady go, Lady go, Lady go now
You been here way too long.
I saw you sittin’ at the bar
So I bought you just one beer
I still don’t know who you really are
But now you’re livin’ here.
That night that you came home with me
I thought you were low on luck,
You said you needed company,
And could sure use eighty bucks.
Now you been eatin’ all my food
“Borrowing” money too,
I don’t want to be mean or rude
But I’ve had enough of you.
You tell me I’m your closest friend
They’ll be good times ahead,
You put hearts on every note you send,
Every night you share my bed.
But everyday you sneak away
And I don’t know where you go
It’s like an Oscar Wilde play.
And I don’t enjoy the show.
You leave long before I go to work
You’re gone till late at night
Like shadows in the sunlight lurk,
Lady, something just ain’t right.
Guess I sold my soul for company
And late night romps in bed
But I’m not sure you're that into me
From a couple things you said:
First, you called me Joe, ( - my name is Tom)
As you showered me with praise,
But then you really dropped the bomb,
When you said, “Joe, I need a raise.”
Lady go, Lady go, Lady go now
Something went all wrong
Lady go, Lady go, Lady go now
You been here way too long.
Phil Lindsey 6/7/15
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
I love the way you tell me
That I'm beautiful
I love the way you tell me
That I'm yours
I love the way you tell me
That you don't want anyone but me
You make me happy
And everyone deserves to be happy
You say you love me
And I smile
You say you care
And I know it's true
I guess it's too bad
That I've never felt that way about you
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I seem to have slipped,
My mind has missed a beat,
For what happened today,
Was quite a simple feat.
The odd pairs of fandoms
Are not spoken of, at best
Alas, I love one of them,
But should have given it a rest.
The pair went into my grade,
A short story that I wrote.
It was all nice and dandy,
Until I almost had a stroke.
My teacher saw my ship,
And looked at my confusedly.
All I knew to do,
Was apologize profusely.
She didn't quite understand it,
But grade still turned out well.
Ah well, it's not horrible,
But class may now be hell.
If you ship an odd couple,
Do not let it show,
Because fandom and reality are quite different,
Trust me--I should know.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
When you take a ****
And I ain't talking no "ploop ploop" kind of ****
I'm talking a HUGE MASSIVE MONSTER DUMP THAT MAY HAVE KILLED YOUR SISTER SITTING IN THE OTHER ROOM kind of ****
And then you realize,
There is no toilet paper.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
So I'm a succubus, am I?
I doubt that.
You tell me that you can't resist.
I doubt that.
You tell me you love me.
I doubt that.
If I were a succubus, where's my tail?
Exactly.
If you couldn't resist, why did you leave?
Exactly.
If you loved me, why are you with her?
Exactly.
I'm smarter than you think.
You left.
I know what love is.
You left.
I know what it is to lose control.
You left.
I know how it is to be human.
And You left.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Drinking gone too far
Drunk fat girl you complete me
Wake up. That's a man
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC