"kassie" poems
Her heart stopped for a little while and I swore I heard her smile
As I spoke to her thousands of miles away
She told me of her smiles and frowns, brought me through her ups and downs
Bringing me right to here and up to date
Sitting, pondering such things as cheese ***** waterfalls, and angel wings
And I laid there in the dark, just listening
Hearing people pass her by, I watched her laugh and heard her cry
With truths and lies, like tears on her cheek, glistening
For her fibs lied in her saying that love was fluff, a made up thing
And she would not, could not see her in that light
But I knew more than she let on, the girl who knew those words were wrong
A romantic hiding in the dead of night
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
are oilers tickets available Tyson
*** you heard i was doing the same **** and it was believable
i project myself in the arena
and the oilers take the game
i heard you got a new girl now
and you never told nobody
whats some other **** people say around me
my sisters saypseudo intellect
and that its by way of control and predict
if i was ever to be a killer it would be ritually sick
i gave a devious look
but it wasn't like im twisted
i knew my cousin wasnt a ******
the instance that we met
al wondered how much of my last poem
was just said so it would fit
or wait itd be better if i regress
so i could remember every moment
with a better working head
cat doesn't believe at all im not wasting ******* breath
i cant tell these delusions from each other
so i end up out of breath
Andrew casman says im just somebody you gotta just accept
brad says share it with the world, we haven't killed you yet
he says when this does end
itll re hardwire in my head
i think im overdue this year my illness is turning ten
they gave me the antigen to purge the chemical
from in me
iu was waiting twice and felt so nice
until it crept its way back in me
logan mentioned that its no wonder id be an *******
after only thinking nice for so **** long
and before tony passed away he said i wasnt a bad guy all along
the list goes on and on a reoccurring problem
my conscious stir ups judgements
of the people i see most often
kassie roan said b.cs smoking crack
for thinking that im awesome
al said my conscience is a good reveal
of my inner psychies problems
there i tweaked that thought
to correspond with what im talking
Kenny says theirs a paradox between
the surface and what hides inside the closet
interesting theory Kenny
it deserves to be acknowledged
while my mom wants me to promise
that ill live a life of promise
its so hard to make a promise mom
when the talkings always constant
i take shots to stop the talking
but it s always same old topic
i cant walk into Walmart shopping
*** im bombarded by your *****
i developed life this way modeled
it to be un godly
now you know my symptoms
feel free to keep on talking
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC