"spaz" poems
There’s a Devil of a night each year, the night of Mr. Haim!
When the devilish and ghoulie ones come out to play their monster’s game.
And why some would seek to trick or treat on this scary day of dead?
Careful now cause gremlins, trolls …sprites and wolves, will offer up their dread!
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots…
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
That crafty-smith of horns and hooves is spying on these kiddies,
As Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo are hunting strays to do their dastardly-ditties.
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots,
And their costumes, oh-so-foul, the evilest of suits!
And there she is, that little girl who can’t keep up, in a tasty mushroom ensemble.
And the skeleton bones clink in her path to give her quite a tomble!
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
And Sammy Haim, that smithy-devil, a ***** hoof -igniting ghoul’s desire,
He’s howling out, demanding now, “Put that child to the fire!”
And little does he know, no little bit, not even a small clue,
Neither Ra’atan-Zu nor Boogedy-Boo intend on giving him his due!
For once a year on Halloween they get one night to spaz,
Get down and ***** wild and crazy and play a little jazz!
That little mushroom of a girl will play a tiny fiddle,
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo, a jazzy duet with child in middle!'
Ra’atan-Zu, Boogedy-Boo and a little girl too as they get down actin’ a spaz! Playin’ all night, howling to the moon and kickin’ out some wicked jazz!
*And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.* *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Alligator! Alligator! Alligator! Alligator!
Bite me whole and take me to space.
Staple my **** and spaz my face,
Plaice defrosting in the refrigerator.
These things all seem to come together,
Throw them far apart will be for the better.
I hate this ******* verse,
‘cos it all rhymed from Alligator!
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 3:57 PM UTC
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the gold Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye", man that would be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
Speaking is an art
words like paint
we smear and spread out our ideas onto canvas
If you paint too fast-
**** it
you might make a mistake
Did you know paint can expire?
you think come one, paint?
paint can't go bad!
then you try and use it and its separated and chunky
and boom
your whole piece is ruined.
Words can expire too.
did you know that?
phrases and metaphors age turn ugly and contaminating just like the paint
they might have been usable once, but now
you'd better get some new words.
Like, when referring to someone who uses a wheelchair
people don't say they're crippled.
because that word has expired!
The same way simpleton was used to
refer to someone with intellectual disabilities
was is the key word there.
please for the love of god don't call anyone a simpleton
Lunatic was once used to refer to people with psychiatric disabilities
don't say the teacher who gave you homework on a Friday is a lunatic!
******** was used to refer to people with intellectual disabilities
but now you should NOT call anyone or anything ********
because it is inappropriate and insulting
This isn't about taking away your words
it's about what you are taking away from people with disabilities
when you use language like that.
what you are stripping away from people
when you decide to use a word like
*******
gimp
deformed
disfigured
Freak
insane
lame
******
*****
spaz
stupid
whacko
Knock it off!
when you decide to use those words
it takes away from anyone who has a disability
or anyone who every will.
Use a different word
use swear words
find a thesaurus.
Get some new **** paint
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
"Tick, tick, tick,"
The little watch shouts.
He sits inside my pocket
And awaits me drawing him out.
Tic, tic, tic
It's time for me to rest.
Society and anxiety
Give me too much stress.
"Tick, tick, tick,"
His voice puts me to sleep.
I love his perfect rhythms-
The perfect time he keeps.
Tic, tic, tic
The second I put him away,
The vicious tics come back
I wish they wouldn't stay.
"Tick, tick, tick,"
Directly into my ear.
The only way to stay 'normal'
Is through the rhythm I hear.
Tic, tic, tic
Whenever I am stressed,
The painful tics come back
And cannot be suppressed.
"Tick, tick, tick,"
The second-hand marches on.
Enduring all his hardships,
He's rewound every dawn.
Tic, tic, tic
My fists are bruised and aching.
"What a crazy spaz"
Society's gaze is saying.
"Tick, tick, tick,"
My lovely watch proclaims.
I whisper the rhythm back;
The perfection keeps me sane.
- - -
I need my pocket watch beside me.
Though it may not seem I do.
You simply do not understand
The troubles I'm pushing through.
The terrible sounds and motions
Are so very, very draining.
The worry to always suppress,
Wears out by the day's ending.
My watch sits beside me,
Ticking as I write this
(Ticking so I don't have to),
And reading as a witness.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
Poem 1
A LESSON THAT I TAUGHT
I Teach!!
I taught...
Here's a lesson that I taught...
I had this lesson. It were ace in my mind!
The planning was tight, concise, well timed
Going into the room - my stage
Put on the teacher face, the act
(My phone is buzzing but I don't react)
Lights, camera, action! You're on!
"Hi guys! Come in, unpack your things!"
But I'm just thinking about why it rings
"Hi guys! Come in, take off your coats!"
For some reason now I'm thinking about goats
(Why ******* goats?
Why now?!)
I thought
(I need to teach a lesson on...
Oh crap! The whiteboards not working!) ****
Right, try again...
"Excuse me Chelsea, that skirts too tight,
And too short and you aren't wearing tights.
Go down to student point and get yourself a note"
And now I'll get back to the lesson that I taught
"I FUCKIN' 'ATE SIR! HE'S ALWAYS TIGHT!!"
Class - "Totes! Hahahahaha!!!"
I think ... Look you little tots, all you're thinking about is **** ... and your tots and your shots and your tokes in her tote!
You think you're ******* clever but you're not!!
I say... "This is an amazing lesson that I've got!
Does anyone remember the last lesson that I taught?"
"No sir, we do not"
"You're boring sir"
"Are you gay sir?"
On a parallel universe, where I don't care about my career and my home and my children...
I think in my head for a bit, then I say...
"Look you little spaz, you think I'm tight?!? I've been sleeping in a mates spare room at night
because me and the mother of my kids had a fight
and everything in my life is turning *****
Because all I do is stay up all night to plan a ******* lesson for a bunch of little scrotes! Who can't even take off their coats, And sit and ******* listen to the lesson that I taught! I'm marking so much that my body's not taut and my mind spins round and round in thought (a word which you spell ******* tawt!)
Progress and differentiation!
The future of your education!
And I just hope that in some way, I might actually TEACH you something today!
But all you think about is **** and tats and texts and sexts and COD and Christiano Ronaldo and Justin 'fucking' Beiber AND YOU CALL ME GAY?!?
You spell thought ... T.A.W.T!! You're 18 for gods sake!!
How you gonna make a living eh?!
Totesport?!
A couple of them titter
And the rest go silent...
And I think I've won!
'Til one of them says "sir... I'm gonna get you done!"
"And you're gay"
"And you're a **** teacher"
The end
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
if i had the world for me
i would waste away with poetry
and study not a single thing
that sounded with a hollow ring
i would not care to take advice
or think about the odds of life
no tiptoe tiptoe in a dance
followed by glist'ng eyes askance
no not for me and all that jazz
id rather run and be a spaz
for what do people mean to me
otherthan self-claimed royalty
so i jest and run and play
for today and yesterday
yes is shameful lets have tea
me and me so selfishly
10/11/12
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
I swear he flirts back with me
More than anyone ever has
But does he like me like that?
I do not know, I am such a spaz
How do I know if he LIKES ME likes me?
I am in trouble because he excites me
I hope he LIKES ME likes me
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
___________________________
*shake, cold, ****
**Make me believe these forgeries spitting off your tongue,
thinking I am someone to purely award you my love.
when you're nothing more then trash**
no, stop, crys,
**"Make me?"
make you not take the vial of my youth, you hold it,
worthless to me, but worth everything you still hold over me.**
years, passed, two,
**Make the memories go away,
of all the things from that awful day,
you hold nothing and everything over me,**
black-out, leg-spaz, cry-now,
**Make me lose control of myself,
"do you really know yourself?
what is happening to you?"**
count, tiles, breathe,
**Makes me know the length and width
of every ceiling, every floor, every wall, of every room,
I'm stuck inside of as I struggle to just breathe,**
in, and, out,
**makes me wonder why I can't do these simple things,
makes me remember all my other flaws and mistakes,
makes it even harder to breathe,**
please, help, me,
**Make me look someone down,
and beg with my eyes,
for help, for something**
giving, trust, hard,
**makes it look easy when its not,
I can say it all that I want,
but do I mean it?.**
Talk, to, me,
**Make me tell you what is wrong,
tell me what to say,
tell me its okay when its not,**
it's, not, okay,
**make me argue with you,
make me have to tell you the truth,
my past and pain,**
you're, just, helping,
**Make me help myself,
make me learn to do things I need on my own,
Make me not feel bad for getting help.**
you, did, good
**Make sure I tell myself,
"because no one else is there to tell you,
how good you did for getting through,"**
I, Make, Me
**make myself do the things I need,
I no longer rely on you or anyone for these,
I'm not a child anymore sweetie,**
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Lost in the mist with low battery,when I do right the world still mad at me,but the hatred just flatters me,heart broken like they baddered me,I do right and they still nag at me,reaching for heaven but the devil still dragging me,treating me like a food product they bagging me,if I spaz it's gonna be a tragity,fighting back like the Shan dynasty,my mother expect the best of me,but the world steady testing me,gotta do this and get that the world stressing me,no freedom society dressing me,it's like life molesting me
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
And you could have given us this and that
but you were in the throes of some spaz attack
Spiral down
your spires of blame
and you end up forgetting all the innocent
in their small existence
Influenced by their helixes
and culture, the temperature
and more than we can comprehend
Forgive yourself first and
you'll stop being such a ******** to all the rest
The malaise of the mayonnaise
Lives of all these unwitting folks
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 10:37 AM UTC
I have a plethora of empty et ceteras ahead of ya for getting you a head of yeahs. With this thick pen i spaz, repeat my jazz, ****** foobaz. Move through new class. U2 sweet lass or move it last. like molasses through the past without esses. Witout ss? Ooh, too fast? So we give r for morales, too, dad. You don't get it? Oh, too bad.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
i am a young dude
a very cool young dude
i am happy all the time
then a bully came up to me
and said
i will take your young dude away
you see i go to the movies
and i see a flick that is grand
and then this bully came up to me and said
i will take your young dude
i don’t want that for i am cool, man
the coolest dude in the world
i said you can’t take my young dude away
because you are a spas
i am a young dude
a cool young dude
i love life oh yes i do
then this bully came up to me
and took my young dude away
i love life oh yes i do yeah
i will party like a young dude does
sure i might be disabled
but i am better than this bully
oh yeseree
i might be a spaz i might be a geek
or even a dweeb
but no bully in their right mind
will ever take my young dude away
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
bright **** youths you choose
railed against the steel muse
wrestle off your noose
loudly at twilight
it's the carnivorous call
shaking down the halls
fine beastly retreats
feasts of prurient art meat
you're your own real cheat
spaz schism victims
puerile and lurid women
these giant mens' venoms
let heaven patrol
every hole of your bottoms
let bliss be the meter cheated, by the stanzas forgotten
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
i’m afraid.
i’m absolutely terrified of losing you
you dropping out of my life one day with no explanation
or finding someone else that gives you more than i can
i know you won't leave i believe you with all my heart when you say you're not going anywhere
but then my brain thinks it's allowed to think whatever off the wall **** it wants to
and i freak out
~
i guess im more afraid of how fast these feelings we have evolved from
cute instagram mutuals
to
saying those three words we say that make my heart have a spaz attack like im in the seventh ******* grade having my first serious crush
im afraid of
how fast i said those stupid ******* words that i promised id never say again
and now im saying them over and over again to you
but i mean them i swear on everything that i do mean them
~
i get stuck up in my head
my anxieties are so crippling i'll sit for hours just thinking about things like
the words im using
what feelings im being open about
which ones im not
what if i say something too much
or too fast
****
these scenarios start playing in my head like a broken record every time either one of us says something even remotely close to having to do with how we feel about each other
~
every single person that's ever been in my life
no
they've broken me
each and every one of them
separately
and i used to try so hard to find the courage to trust people but every time i did it'd get torn down again
but i trust you
i trust you and it's terrifying
i want you and it's terrifying
of course i love you and of course
(i need you)
that's so so so ******* terrifying
~
i used to swallow a fist full of pills every day to numb my emotions
so i could at least barely get by
*the problem (besides the obvious drug abuse) is that while i was neglecting to feel those emotions
i was also neglecting to learn how to* feel them
without panicking
~
i am pretty **** weak still
there
i said it
i am weak
i have no idea what im doing
~
im not just saying this
ive never opened up to someone like
i have to you before
ive never really opened up to anyone at all
~
please put up with me
don't get tired of dealing with my scramble brains and thoughts and emotions
im getting there
im trying
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I want to breath...away from the canvas.
He's made it for me but I want to be free
One part from pills that I don't have
ninety-nine parts because of the names we were called
But who decides our worth. when we cant?
From the names we were called
the classics like "Her spaz. hey freak..."
To the names that hurt deeper than a word
The ones we cannot brush away with a well placed smile
all I want is to breath
to be free of the canvas he has made for me
To stand up for the kids who cant do it for themselves
because I know how it feels to be broken
to feel like the names that kids give you,
are really who you are
One part suicidal, too parts loyal, and ninety seven parts afraid
I wanted to **** myself in grade nine.
Because of a girl who decided that my friendship..
it wasn't worth maintaining
Because even thou I stud for all that she was doing so alone
that I was not enough...
I kept my tears from home because home is weir love is
But what happens when love is not what I need
now I want to stand up for the kids who have no one
no matter what that girl did to me.
Because no one did it for me
One part suicidal ninety nine parts afraid
I chose to believe that all life is preciouses
because yes some of us will give up
some of us who were more than one part suicidal
wont make it
but I chose to believe that all life is preciouses
because I want those kids who called us 'freaks' to see
that I forgive them for what they did to me
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Jerry swears someday he's gonna marry thee
but he hesitates to take you on a date
Jerry says no movies that he wants to see
and diner food these days is not as great.
Jerry said he's saving for his future
and likes to see you saving for yourself
though daddy never said the man's Moocher
he's watching Jerry's actions for himself.
Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is
Jerry said today he wants to stay with you
well you can't believe what comes out of his mouth
Jerry doesn't know which way his head is to
more than likely Jerry's head is pointing south.
Jerry said tonight he's working overtime
and won't be calling you, so go to bed
Jerry thinks that all you want are diamonds dear
expect Cubic Zirconium instead.
Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
just when i needed it to be
still, calm
it decided to have some crazy
spaz attack
spread from head to toe
i made a hasty excuse
stumbled down the stairs,
through the hallway
and collapsed on my bed,
trying not to wake the others
i curled up and shook
for what seemed like forever
and tried to convince myself
that i could control my own body
i wobbled up the stairs
and slipped back into bed with you
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
To this day kids are being called names. The classics were ‘hey stupid’, ‘hey spaz.’ Seems like ever school has an arsenal of names getting updated each year. And if a kid breaks in a school and no one chooses to hear it, do they make a sound? Or are they just background noise on a soundtrack stuck on repeat and people say things like, ‘kids can be cruel.’ Every school was a top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers, from clowns to carnies, all of these miles ahead of who we were - we were freaks. Lobster clawed boys and bearded ladies. Oddities juggling depression and loneliness, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal.
But at night, while the others slept - we kept walking the tightrope as practice and yes, some of us fell. But I want to tell them that all of this, is just debris. Left over from when we decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be. And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit.
You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it ‘they were wrong.’ Because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a clique. Maybe they chose you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it - you have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong. Why else would we still be here? We grew up to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from the root planted in belief that we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting on an empty highway, and if in someway we are, don’t worry, we only got out to walk and get gas. We are the graduating class of we made it. Not the faded echoes of voices crying out, ‘names will never hurt me’. Of course they did. But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act. That has less to do with pain, and more to do with beauty.
BEAUTY
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
Jerry said today he wants to stay with you
well you can't believe what comes out of his mouth
Jerry doesn't know which way his head is to
more than likely Jerry's head is pointing south.
Jerry said someday he's gonna marry you
but he hesitates to take you on a date
Jerry says no movies that he wants to see
and diner food you get is not that great.
Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is.
Jerry said he's saving for his future
and likes to hear you're saving for yourself
and though your father wouldn't say Jerry's a moocher
he's watching Jerry's actions for himself.
Jerry said tonight he's working overtime
and he won't coming home, so go to bed
Jerry says you'd better pull your weight, my dear
or expect Cubic Zirconia instead.
Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
I used to wanna chase the cash,
And lust, after the girls with the fat ***
Let me back up this spaz,
Tuned into the jazz,
Old school like Sach,
Watch the horn blow, mics up and im set to go,
Hits harder than holyfield, no way you could shield,
This lyrical, medical bill,
I spit it for the real,
No fantasy thrills, im sending chills,
Thats could even,
Make ice feel, the wicked ills,
Got strangled by the angels,
Last i seen,
It be the god supreme,
Got rid of the devils,
Up my levels,
Its just me myself, against eye,
So why even lie, or try,
Took the nails from Christ,
Now I'm living my worse life,
Guess im better off dead,
Different knocks of the feds,
Red dots on my head,
But cant get a word i said,
Concealed the conferation,
I do it, for the peeps in my nation,
don't ask me,
How i escaped the sticky situation,
No deals from me, i boxem like Rocky,
Balbo see my stamina galore,
Plus i got mobsters,
On my hit list,
Heavy mantra, so all haters feel this,
I used to **** Crist,
But now im a believer,
My sins aint registering this,
I guess just a player in this,
Game
Its a shame, truth i picked over fame,
But infamous if i gain,
Followers of the conscious bump the nonsense,
Yo i can feel it, the streets is intense
I turn into Rob Greene,
Learn the powers in between,
The lession beings,
Watch women, who love given,
Like Robyns,
See them robbin,
Men hearts blind, see it was all by design,
Curses of the feline,
Ribs damaged,
Cant manage, the creation,
Sins is just waiting,
While righteousness is just pacing,
Up and down the streets,
Lonely,
Singing Hendrix notes,
Red prints are wrote,
In the concrete, its another ****** sweet,
Wars a conundrum for peace,
Death has to release,
Just a fiend to the beast,
As prayers decease,
And hunger for evil, increase,
They wear crosses,
While laying crosses, king of kings, boss of bosses,
You cant win against nature,
Wisdom sittin' luxury,
But most of the average,
Cant see what i see,
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
I WAS WALKING IN THE STREETS OF HAWKER, AND THE RAIN STARTED POURING
HEAVILY, I HATED THE IMAGE I WAS GETTING, LIKE MY OLD LOOKING UP DISORDER COMING BACK
WHICH MADE ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, I HATE THIS TREATMENT, YOU SEE
PEOPLE, I WANT TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE, I AM GETTING MY LOOKING UP BACK, BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL
TOTALLY WEIRD, I WISH I CAN GET A MAGIC WAND AND RID THIS STUPID DEMON, FROM INSIDE OF ME
IT IS ME IMPROVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME LOVING MY LIFE, IT IS ME PAYING TOO MUCH ATTENTION
TO THE FUCKEN VOICES AROUND ME, I MEAN COSMIC VOICES, I HATE BEING FORCED TO LOOK UP
BY THE FORCES OF TECHNOLOGY, I HAVE TO RID THIS DEMON, FROM, INSIDE OF ME, BACK IN 1999
I HEARD MY BROTHERS VOICE IN PERTH, SAYING, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO BE CUT OUT TO BE ONE OF US
AND I HATE PEOPLE THINKING, I CAN HANDLE IT, I CAN’T, I AM A PERSON WHO LOVES TECHNOLOGY
I DON’T WANT MY LOOKING UP DISORDER BACK, NO, I WANT PEOPLE TO RESPECT ME, AS A PERSON
WHO MADE A FEW MISTAKES, I DON’T WANT TO BE A GARDENER ANYMORE, AND I HATE LEAD, THEY ARE
TOTA\L KOOMARRI’S, I HATE THESE VOICES FROM MY GRANNY AND NANNY, AND DAD, AND ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE
I AM LIVING MY LIFE AS A COMPUTER AGED **** KID, WHO HAS A PASSION FOR ART, I DON’T WANT TO BE TREATED
LIKE A SHYPERSON, I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A MAN, WHO HAS FUN, IN ANY SORT OF WAY,
I LIKE ENJOYING MY LIFE, AND DEALING WITH THE PRESSURES OF LIFE, I WANT TO RELAX BY THE COMPUTER
AND MAYBE GRAB A CAN OF COKE, TO SPLASH AROUND, I HATE BEING CALLED A WOOSEY, A SPAZ OR A GEEK
BUT I AM NOT A COMPUTER GEEK, I AM A COMPUTER **** KID, MAN, I AM SEEING MY LOOKING UP DISORDER
CREEPING BACK, BUT HOPEFULLY IT WON’T INTERFERE, WITH MY FUTURE ACTING, I AM GOING ON YOUTUBE
EVERY MORNING, AND I AM PREPARED TO SAVE PEOPLE FROM KILLING THEMSELVES, EVEN IF IT MAKES IT FEEL HARD
PLEASE LEAVE ME BE, TO UNDERSTAND MY WEIRD HEAD, I DON’T WANT THESE VOICES, BUT SOMETIMES, I HAVE
TO RECEIVE THESE VOICES, IT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE WANT ME TO HAVE THESE VOICES IN MY HEAD
BETTER SHUT UP YOU BIG ********
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
i dont understand why all these people complain
more problems then they have shame
could care less as long as someone else like follows their name
they family **** wife dont exist, their kids do drugs, cant afford their kicks
gamble cheat lie
divorced
faggle crack high
who-ares
my mommas got the worst
dad
when you scream gods cursed
spaz
cigs matter more then a car id
feeling left and poor
ditched his own last family
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
He hated open doors
Less to hide behind, he felt
And more for them to charge through,
More to use...
Walking past the spotlight eyes
He broke his sunglasses on the daily
And the burning light of the dim bulbs lit the school
Hurt.
Spaz They whispered
But they might have shouted
What feels like a whisper hurts like a knife
When the names are for you
He walked home out of breath
He never wanted to breathe again
He saw how breaths had been used to hurt
As much as punches.
And she hugged him
Carpet feels soft when you know the feet that tread it
Mum
What a feeling
Coming out of the plunging terror.
Darling
The sweetest word he knew
More syllables, more mind behind what he was used to
He ****** in the cherry hugs through his nostrils
And threw down his books.
She looked in at him enjoying
Time spent away from that
And smiled
He will get through it
Closing the door quietly,
She dried out a tear
Moving a sleeve over her birth-marked face
Which had earned her such identity.
Digging through a chest,
Long ago she had named "Weapons"
She pulled out her old school sword
Hello, Courage. she said.
Next morning she gave her boy his lunch
Of potions of strength and fortitude
Made magic
By her note telling him she loved him
Next morning she wrapped her boy
In an armour raincoat
Made iron by
Her hug compressing it to metal
Next morning she filled his tender hand
With her sword
Made courage by
Her own pain hammered into it
And she sent him back on his way.
As she watched him go
Feigned eagerness in his step
She could not hide his pain ahead,
But she knew what came at the end;
Ah, it has a thousand names.
But I shall call it Beauty;
For when he slays those demons
He shall know what he truly is.
And what they are.
He loved her
For she's only ever been amazing
And she liked herself
For her strength forged in the fire.
The boy knew.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC