I killed monday with tuesday. Hit it so hard it gave wednesday a concussion. Which apparently made thursday mad since I messed up his **** day. To get rid of our problems and let bygons be bygons we made a toast in the honor of friendship since it is thirsty thursday. Party was insane. I met this fine girl named Friday. We were both a lil wasted and did somethings grown folks can relate too. I met another girl saturday. Equally as fine as the day before, hungover she said she can take care of me and make me feel better with time. I believed her and let my walls down. I was stripped raw of my layers. Did the same thing I did to friday. What a trip, exctasy until I realized, I arrived and could have picked up some extra baggage in my journey to and fro. I kneeled down on sunday praying for forgiveness and to wake up from this confusing dream. My prayers were answered but with a price to pay. knock knock knock police broke down the door within a moments notice. I am encarcerated for ****** in the first degree of a Monday morning, **** of Friday night and drunken driving on thirsty thursday. I pleaded guilty of loving friday, wanting fun on thursday. Only saturday would speak to me for she loved me, while encarcerated she gave birth to twins, in memorium of my sins I named them monday and tuesday. Wednesday awoke from the coma and married the drunk thursday. Friday is still a carbon spitful copy of saturday. And my faith within sunday still lies within my soul. If I die tonight this will be my final memoir and my sons will become *******. Godwilling they will not be mirror images of Kane and Able. But one will most likely be hated. Sadly these are the days of our lives.

You want to talk about beauty?
let's discuss your lips
and how they
move with such wild
passion that I cannot
tear my eyes away and I notice
you noticing my intensity but I
cannot help it-
and your hazel eyes so bright
that they send me off onto
an oblivion so vast,
I can't help but think about
you when staring
into space.
You, my day dream,
you cannot be-but you are.
You are
the only person I will ever
consider to be beautiful
and it makes me mad, just
downright spitful of this world,
to be considered your friend, never a potential lover
So instead I will talk about that
petty, boy I cuddled
with last night,
whose fingertips were grazing my waist
and tickling me.
But if they were your hands,
I would have dreamt of lust and beauty
and not of hatred of this mad, cruel world:
let's talk about ugliness.

Mean people just love
to put people down to the
point it gets tiring

I say find a way
to love to share to be kind
Stop being angry

Life is for living
Having suffered depression
many moons ago

it still wants to pop
up here and there , for no real
reason really , but

that's how it flows , but
never have I wanted to
be mean to people

I think there just sad
And need to get a real life
instead of putting

people down , but when
I think about it , they got
more issues than me

Why bother be mean
What do they get from it ? How
****** sad it that

Ah well I'm glad I'm
not a mean person , I shall
never understand

them nor do I wish
to , it's uses up to much
energy , leaving

you feeling tired
and its a waste of time as
time stops for no one

Anyway I felt
like a vent , as recently
I've stepped away from

a mean person who
had a spitful mouth , now the
sun shines bright again

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In life if someone
doesn't appreciate you
Then move on away

You are dead to me
as I am to you
you did what you did
so I will do what I have to do

No mercy for you
not a care left for you
never thought you'd turn on me
with such tormenting treachery

Most would fall to bits
I will keep myself together
my life's work
is the crush you, I hate you

The sandbags have shielded me from your spitful shrapnel
and out of the bunker, I come
just me alone warrior
as you have killed most of mine

You are the ace in my case
it's you I want to destroy
as you tried to do to me
stripe me of all dignity

You are dead to me
I do hate thee
and revenge
is all that I see


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris