"mlp" poems
I am sorry for ruining all vaginas for you
I hope you can recover eventually
She said
I hate to burst your **** bubble
But I’ve slid some lies between your thighs
When howling at your moon wasn’t so much praise
As it was longing for a change of ***** scenery
People change?
How I feel right now
is like when one time I was sick
And my parents recorded a show I watched
so I could watch it later
And at the end of the show
there was a number for a contest to go to space camp
I called that number
It was disconnected
I always find out the important stuff
A little late
I cried that day
I just wanted to go to space camp
And I just wanted someone to love me like a black hole
A warm black hole to put all my love into
**** me in and fix me like there’s no turning back
I mean in the darkness of space
They all look the same
All yank at you turbulent and fiery head rush passion
I mean we all love the same
So I am sorry I overshot your Venus
To crash land in Uranus
A semi-purposeful curious passion
You coulda yelled ****
We felt like ****
When we walked away
Parts of me have always been missing
And I tried to fill the gaps with you
Problem is when you might be gay and are fighting it
Your closet is a ******
Not your fault your beard looked funny on my ****
You can’t wear a person like an accessory
I can’t slap her like masculinity till I feel straight again
Some things aren’t right
I’m not right
And you are so messed up now
Because you have this superpower to turn men gay
You can’t turn men gay
You can only remind them of the pain that lies
In lying to themselves when they know
None of this feels right
None of it will
Dear former lover
Former black hole body
Former holder of my confusion
And filler of my empty spots
I ****** up by ******* you
I ****** up
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
I like Homestuck,
Donald Duck,
Ancient Greek Gaea,
APH Hetalia,
Marzia and Pewdiepie,
Random bow ties,
Doctor Who,
That colour of greenish blue,
Sherlock Holmes,
Garden gnomes,
Boy/boy ****
Sweet tea,
Left 4 dead,
Books I've read,
Minecraft,
When I laughed,
Yu-Gi-Oh,
Gateau,
Ender's Game,
Notre Dame,
World War One,
World War Two,
Mouse and shrew,
Bugsy Malone,
Jam scones,
Birthday cake,
Milk shake,
Drawing art,
Taking part,
MLP,
Shopping spree,
Sleeping in,
West Berlin,
Random songs,
When bells go ****
Stars shine,
My blood line,
All my friends,
The latest trends,
Yuri much,
And such and such,
Fanfiction,
A prediction,
Doujinshis,
Marshall Lee,
RhymeZone,
My touchscreen phone,
I could go on,
But that's too long,
But my favourite is,
Hello poetry - so don't diss!!
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
I keep your ring because it’s a fantastic memory
but what's a memory good for
if you’re never coming back
It’s a mantra
Too many young people not living long enough
She says
It’s true
She tells me about how a boy
Was found dead in his car the day before
at a community college she goes to
She knows life is fragile
She feels it in the ache in her knees when it’s cold
Her eyes are painful
In their beauty
And understanding
Of the things our stupid bodies do
Our bodies are stupid
Insanely stupid
Cancer is the body attacking itself
And so often we can be cancer for ourselves
In the same way we love our livers
Just to feel numb for a while
Because I’d have never spoken to you
If I still wasn’t a little drunk the day we met
On dance floors
In bars
At house parties
We need something to give us an excuse to **** up
So we can blame it on the cancer
The kind that breaks the ice
This is me breaking the ice
This is me letting things go
This is me doing everything I can
To live for a living
I do a lot of stupid things
Just so I can tell a good story later
and in the end
Even if we get in our seventy
Punch out perfectly
It will not have been long enough
Just ask David
Who knows he will never naturally feel as good
As the coke
And the adrenaline pump of near death experiences
Tells me
About happiest day of his life
Was when his father for the first time
Taught him how to tie a fishing knot
Tells me his father’s hands were the kind of comfortably rough
That only certain men can earn
Rough from the labor
But soft enough never to hurt
Anybody
He regrets not being able to be that man
Don’t let a day go by that doesn’t remind you
That you are made from the same things stars are made of
That at any given moment
You can shine just as brightly
And please **** up
Shameless
Excuseless
**** up for the love
For the smiles
No one ever thought badly of someone who tried and failed
Trying is the bravest thing any one person has ever done
I dare you to try
Try to find something to live for
And live for it
And in the end
I’ll grab her crippled hand
Worn from the life that
Broke them down perfectly
Worn from the years of sign language
And the holding of heads
If we are going to be cancer to ourselves
Let the break down mean something
Break yourself down to make things better
She knows this
Has shown me this
Now I have something to live for
I live for the poetry
And the laughter I cause when I am an idiot
I try so hard to be an idiot
Work my body rough for the laughter
In fact
I live for it
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
Everyone thinks i recovered months ago, that i'm so so happy and have no problems.
Cause i'm the girl watching mlp, and listening to songs about smiling and laughing.
But what they don't know is that at home i listen to songs about depression and eating disorders .
I no longer cut, cause i haven't felt the need to for a while, and i no longer starve, i just forget it sometimes.
Sometimes i forget that i'm recovering.
And i simply don't think about eating.
Or about singing the smile song when my friends are sad.
It's like i'm pinkie pie, sometimes i'm happy, but sometimes i also forget that i'm a party pony
I try to look my best, and people can't tell how sad i get every now and then.
Cause i try.. I really do..
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC