"stds" poems
Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Being bled onto
The landscapes between thighs
Incarcerating women's wombs
Justifying men's genes
Foreigners appropriating
Women's and men's sexualities
Losing the power to be
When changing our roles' long overdue
Gendering our words and attitudes
Man, who taught you to be a chauvinist!
Woman, who taught you to be a *********
Don't put your god in gendered bigotry
Do man's emotions feminize him?
When will women freely carry torches!
What gender do you assign this voice?
What gender do you assign this words?
Will the masses even understand these choices?
Don't worry, my sexuality won't infect you
Criminalizing sexuality
Placing it front and center, implying that's all I am
Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Being bled onto
The landscapes between thighs
Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes
Because men and women of society
Full of stride, take pride, in their gendered hyde
Graffiti, defiling the masses not high classes
Ignored hoods, barrios, countrysides, ghettos, projects
Devouring women's and men's bodies
Younger and younger people falling to HIV/AIDS and STDS
Vaginas receiving the violence, wombs bringing misery
LGBT youth ****** into fire
Lost males (in mental chains) ****** to assert their manhoods
Graffiti, Graffiti, Graffiti
Full of dangerous chemicals, being sprayed onto
The landscapes between thighs
Attempting to legislate our stories, without warrant
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Hey Sweetheart remember me?
The girl you said you 'loved' for almost a century?
I see you take your "new" friends wherever you go.
Are you with them cause we broke up or is it for their hoes?
So you said we should be 'friends' and you're really sorry,
but what about these rumors you've been telling everybody?
I never left the boundaries of being faithful,
that was your dumb *** cause you're so ******* disdainful.
Now even though I'm ecstatic I kicked you to the curb,
we need to go over some things cause I'm pretty disturbed.
For one keep my name out of your mouth,
you must not understand baby I'm from the south.
I'm not scared to punk you in front of your friends,
if I hear another thing about me from you this will transcend.
Oh by the way I un-friended your ***** ***
You're a piece of **** and you've been outclassed.
I hope the next **** you **** carries stds,
that's exactly the kind of wake up call you need.
Thank God I dumped you when I did,
you were so ******* annoying since you act like a kid.
I hate you so much and I will never miss you again,
Lets not talk anymore and you can just have a ****** life then!
-Alicia Hubert
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
rich people blame poor
people for living off the
state & poor people blame
rich people for living off
them; & the state blames
everybody for living off it;
the rich pay the state
to let them skate; the state
kills a generation of the poor
when it goes to war; the poor
only riot when there's
already too much violence;
it's been said the true
revolution starts w/in
it's also been said, it's
not what comes out, it's
what goes in; we came
out of she who he went into
but who went into him?
it's said that Abraham
wrestled god's angel til dawn;
demanding a ******* instead
God gave Abe a painful STD;
passing down through his line
until the coming Messiah; he who
is born w/out the hereditary STD
of Adam & Eve's Original Sin
if sin is the knowledge of good
& evil & Jesus was born w/out
sin, wouldn't that men Jesus didn't
know right from wrong? he only
knew the Jewish law; he wasn't
guilty of anything but he was a
trouble-maker; a poor carpenter
who said he was the king of the Jews
& didn't have any STDs, but he never
got laid so how would anyone know;
the disciple whom he loved felt an ache
in the thigh & going to see Luke, was
given a spongy bit of mold to take until
the ache went away;
since the Lord had gone around clearing
up all the sudden zoster infections there
was no outbreak except among the Pharisees
& Saducees who frequented the local temples
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
I am one of three –
Shadow, skin, and light.
A triplet split from the same egg and *****
**
Make it 3 and you’ll have me
Explicit.
It’s so ****
Being cleaved into thirds.
A ********* with myself –
The shadow is morose.
A needy, demanding *****
Begging to be cut up.
I want to,
So I can see the blood wring around my –
Her
Wrists like shackles pinning her
To my bed.
I know it’ll shut her up
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
I’m not that *****
The skin is boring.
A virginal flower
Dreaming of understanding.
She’s too wholesome,
Always waiting for the right
Version of herself to come along.
Saving myself –
Herself
For the right time.
My tastes aren’t quite so
Vanilla.
The light is adventurous.
A psychotic, brilliant ****
******* herself into the ground.
Necrophilia just got a whole lot hotter,
Bodies piling up thanks to her STDs –
Stupid, thoughtless decisions.
Protection? Ha!
That’s for normal people.
There’s no need for me –
Her
To slow down;
We like it fast.
The skin doesn’t participate.
The ***** virtuous ******
Fidgets as the others 69 –
A disgusting yin yang
Of low and high.
The shadow drinking downers
Until she can’t remember
All the bruises covering her heart,
Too distracted by the bile
Smeared across her lips.
The light popping enough uppers
To strip herself of her
Consciousness,
Naked and raw
She often wakes bitter
Of her restored senses.
This ********* takes place
In a womb,
An amniotic ocean
Swaying toward the shores
Of existence.
Two will drown –
Vanishing triplet syndrome.
Only one may be pulled from
Mental waters and placed on the sands of reality.
The labor takes 33 hours -
Finally I emerge.
Who survived?
There is no way to tell.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
They teach us about safe ***
They teach us about STDs.
They tell us to always use a ****** and to make good decisions.
They teach us about the effects
But they don't teach us about the feelings
I won't stand to be a side chick
While your out ******* another *****
They say don't get pregnant
But my mind is impregnanted with your little ********
They are called memories
Memories I can't take back
I wait for your texts and sit up all night
I am fine with you not being around
What hurts the most is wondering what I could have done wrong and how could I have been so stupid.
It hurts knowing I wasnt good enough
It hurts knowing that you said I like you and then turned to someone new and said I love you.
I put everything on the line
You just ****** with my brain
You ****** with my world
You ****** me and left me.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
She calls Him her boyfriend
But to Him, She is nothing but a Body to ****
Good girls go to heaven but
Bad girls with big ****
are everywhere looking for ***** to ****
Looking for loaded ****** to ****
l have been [Patient] for too long,
l think lm [sick]
Sick of these ****** Pretending to love when all
they after is *****
Sick of these ******* Pretending to love when
all they after
is taste of Pipi
Sick of ******* who cant see they is play
ground
and ****** is rolling ***** like is ball
They tell you is Hot even when you is not
you open ***** Hole,
Sperms and STDs float inside the Vigeegee
now you is sick, if only you had been patient
if only you was Patience
Im sick of ****** pretending that girls *******
are padlocks
and them ***** keys going around unlocking
as if they are good looking
****** dont make love they are UNLOCKING
*******
Bitchesfancy that his Tongue licks the
Vigeegee
chill, that's just LUBRICANT to make it slippery
when He operates you
Fingers you to make sure you ready for it
Figures you want it, makes you **** it like lolly
pop. then He makes your ***** swallow it
Unlocks the *****
Kisses you, making you drink the alcoholic
poison from His lips
then you get drunk in love
then your blood gets drunk in ***
then your **** gets drunk in *****
then you skip your periods you call Him he
picks up drunk telling you to **** off then you
realise late that you were a Padlock and He
was to unlock you
and you realise late that You Were just a BODY
TO ****
He lost nothing, but your
Innocence, dignity and virginity
perished.
But then you smile coz you played with His
**** too......
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
In fifth grade
They shuttle boys and girls
Into separate rooms.
This is when they try (and fail)
To teach you
About ***
Without teaching you
About having ***
After four years of
Abstinence based courses
Featuring cis straight people
And only
Cis straight people
I learned nothing
About how cis straight people
Have ***
After four years of
Shady diagrams of vaginas
That look 0% like vaginas
And do not mention anything
About the ********
I learned nothing
About what's actually between
My legs
After four years of
Hearing the words
"STDs"
"Pregnancy"
I learned nothing
About contraception.
After four more years of
Having the same
********
Spat at me
I will not learn anything
Because the words
"Don't have ***
Don't teach me anything.
And being able to say
That every honest thing
That I learned about ***
I learned from ****
Isn't something
I'm proud of.
In real life
They shuttle boys and girls
Into the same room
And tell you to procreate
After a decade of being told
That *** is bad.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Do you remember begging our parents to let us be adults?
When our favorite thing to do was dress up and play make believe.
Drinking meant chocolate milk and artificial fruity drinks.
Getting wasted meant falling off your bike.
When the only pain we knew was stubbing a toe…
Or scraping our knees from the fall.
Getting high wasn’t a term where we blew smoke out of our mouths,
it was seeing who could jump or swing the highest.
When “taking one for the team” meant helping your teammates,
not making a girls night a little bit better.
When kissing was just kissing and you got cooties,
Not STDs and aids from going too far.
And the protection we wore,
was helmets on our heads to prevent concussions…
not a newborn.
When wearing makeup was fun,
and a way to express yourself…
Or wearing your favorite skirt made you feel cute,
not like a ****
When we didn’t know what drugs were,
just knew that the creamy pink liquid made us feel better.
When boyfriends and girlfriends were described as,
“My friend thats a boy….”
“Or my girl……….. Friend.”
When sleepovers were strictly sleepovers,
not an excuse to get in bed with your best friend…
Who you recently discovered feelings for.
The only wars we knew were card games
And our worst enemies were our siblings.
Dad’s shoulders were our thrones and mum was our hero.
How about that time when we all wanted so badly to grow up?
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Celibacy
My friends think I'm crazy
Purity
A task hard to achieve
***
It's so blinding
Lust
Always struggling
STDs
I've escaped
Babies
Not on the way
Happy
That I can see
Carefree
Judge me
Fun
Found differently
Waiting
Until I'm married
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
You break my heart,
You move along,
And you are happy.
On to the next,
The next new best,
And you are happy.
You traded up,
I fell right down,
And you are happy.
Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.
You conceited *****
I built you up,
And you are happy.
Spread rumors like,
They're STDs,
And you are happy.
All of our love,
Been burned away,
And you are happy.
Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.
See me with,
Someone new,
And you are happy.
Rose my fist,
Flipped you off,
And you are happy.
Called you a *****
An open door,
And you are happy.
Happy you were right,
Happy I was wrong.
Sad that you aren't tight,
Mad I saw your thong.
Sad and alone,
All by yourself,
And you are happy.
Crying over,
Past memories,
And you are happy.
Cursed every,
Word you've said,
And you are happy.
Aren't you happy you were right?
I'm happy I was wrong.
Sad that you're even less tight?
Mad they all saw your thong?
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC
I love you.
My heart screamed for you alone from the moment we first drew breath.
How can you not see what I would do for you?
You're so beautiful.
I only wish to show you that.
Seeing you in the morning sets my soul afire.
The other girls i've been with, they are nothing.
Nothing, to what I see in you.
I long to hold you in my arms, keep you close.
Never let you go.
You don't seem to understand, the clothes I've bought for you, yes they may be a little..uh..skimpy but trust me!
You'll look great in them!
Declined offer after declined offer, you reject my advances.
Do I smell?
No, I'm sure you're just being too polite and would rather not waste my time.
I know I'm a great guy, but you're a great gal.
We're two of a kind, you and I.
It's so amazing that I met the love of my life right here at work.
Look.
I know I've been a little pushy, following you home,
but It's only to make sure you make it home alright.
Maybe I did find your number in the phone book and send you one..maybe 100 texts and calls, but it's only because I love you.
Why don't you see that?
I've done so much for you, and yet you throw it all away.
Is there something wrong with you?
Stop being such a ******* ***** and give in!
Oh, I see how it is.
I bet you're having *** with any guy you can, making sure to pass around all the STDs i'm sure you have.
I may be a ****** but it's because I'm saving it for the right person.
Unlike you.
You're so disgusting.
A nice guy like me is so much better off without an ugly **** like you.
Wow, really dodged a bullet there, amiright?
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
A rider's quest, ****** reverie
The colour of your soul invites me
The essence of you humbles me
The smoothness of your skin makes me melt
Your eyes glow and kindle my darkness
We sparkle, we shine as we undress
Dripping oils, Burning incense; ****** chemistry
Your body succumbs as I stroke your waist with my keen thumb
I wrestle you and you take whiffs at my neck
I collect your scent and
pinch on your ****** biting on your ilium sect
There are colourful and organic effects
This passion inspiring unprotected ***
STDs, *** a child to pure serendipity
Raw and coarse, hissing and grunting
Panting and rhythmic crying
Warmth all around
Bone to bone, close and bound
Music playing in the background
The day is bright and shining
The ocean of love deep and wide, let us dive in.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Everyone
is born pure,
I think.
Imagine red-hot
****** metal.
Clay is given to two
people. Two.
Sometimes one person leaves.
The metal is too hot.
Hey, this isn't for me,
he or she says.
Shame if it's the mom.
Push it out. Check out
of the heartbreak motel.
But it's all the same,
I suppose:
Mom or dad.
Red-hot ****** metal,
sitting at the playground.
Teacher says,
Play with the other kids.
Teacher says,
Does the world seem big
because it's so scary?
Teacher says,
What is your nature?
Teacher says,
Play with the other kids--
think of it as
networking.
Time to graduate.
You ******* queer,
said the news.
Yeah you,
said the news.
Look over here,
said the news.
Bombs, **** *******
******* ***** spics,
****** school shootings,
drugs, suicide, famine,
STDs, rap music, Jews,
Obama, Putin, North Korea,
Ferguson,
said the news.
By the way,
said the news.
Have you seen
Miley Cyrus'
nip slip,
said the news.
Graduation night.
Rumbling 'round the
warm, bath water
city lights.
Her hand in his.
She looks over,
What is your nature?
I had a teacher
ask me that,
he said.
They ****** underneath
an apple tree.
This is what the rain is for.
What?
This is what the rain is for.
To get us wet?
No, ********
Because I already
had you wet.
Ha-ha. Very funny...
No, it's for washing away
memories of ***
under a tree.
Birth.
Two people. Two.
Let's name him,
she said.
Let's fail him,
he said.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
We are pack
United as one, we attack
Nothing can stand before the wolf pack
A pack united is unstoppable
But a lone wolf is trivial
End to end, we ruled the map
If you thought you were free, it was only a trap
And if were satiated, we might even cap
But there was a shift in power, and the STDs ruled from above
Death poured down from on high
And "cancer" was written in the sky
These big guns divided the pack
We became lone wolves, and trivial
We cannot stand before this attack
We remember when we were united as a wolf pack
We were pack
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Do you really expect to get the love of your life?
When you don't respect yourself,
You post half **** pics, and say
“I give bomb head,” and yet
You dare to expect respect
This generation is confused
The girls are over used and
The women are under used
And waiting like a bomb with a fuse, but…
No boy goes to these women
No, they flood these girls
And the men wonder,
“Where did the women go?”
But the boys and girls worry
He's worried about how moist she is
And she's worried about how big he is
But, they don't know about love to give...
Not the truly bright kind
Because it’s only for one night,
And another night,
And another night,
Until she’s pregnant and no one’s wife
And the boy has left out of sight,
Saying, “I don't know this girl,
And I don't care about what's right,
I didn't bring that child into this life”
Yes the boys and girls worry
The girls are worried about fashion and boys
The boys are worried about rapping and hoes
But they just don't know when the money goes
The “love” goes, and they’re alone
But the men and women worry,
O they worry about their glory
As ladies and men that stand
**** as one before her and him
They ask the question, this they do
Ladies before a man enters you, you ask him:
Are you doing this for fun or for love?
Men before you enter a woman, you ask her:
Are you doing this for fun or for love?
Still the boy, he ask the girl to lick on the tip
Still the girl, grinning she bends and licks
The edge, the gap, of the endless precipice
A countenance of messages from her mother was missed,
As he puts his flesh on hers and hers on his,
Consensual **** for two children as they are just that...
Children, and if you tell them, "You're too young!"
As they *** they'll be deaf, blind, and indeed dumb
As they succumb to that numb…
They feel no need to hear, but to repeat the actions for the feeling they seek,
And in that way we sink as humans deeper into the sea of self-treachery,
Feeling that this escape will bring happiness when the consequence is settling,
Upon us with STDs and *** and as I see it, our children's children will be,
A generation of children with children, and then the world will end
Till then this is my plea to the children of the night,
I want to help you find the light, and to fight the good fight,
But you all make my soul cry, and the well has begun to dry.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
23rd century w/o seat
belts or running water
on board the Enterprise
must smell like crotch rot;
women in colored *******
& stockings; men in wool
shirts; *** w/ alien
****** & rampant STDs;
constant hallucinations,
insanity & *** machines;
the 20th century 60's
pretending to be the 23rd;
in the real 21st century
all that *** is criminal
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Soft soled shoes skipping silently along sun scorched sidewalks of Sacramento
Singing sad songs of sinners sinning
Slinking into shadows of sky scrapers before the sun has soundly set
Scowling at the sound of sick screaming children suffocating from the smog covered streets
Spectators sighing, seeking shelter from scoundrels scavenging cents for smack
******** clad ***** soliciting STDs to self loathing suckers
Smouldering remains, secreting Satan's scent on 2nd
Sunken sailors slitting throats with sharpened sabres.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
No problems, just theories
and excuses both lame and creative
extravagance in rare form,
perfect, really
if you wish to boil down the exteriors and denature the proteins
fleshy and energized, totally organic
like a Tropicana Sunday
complete with yellow Voltswagons and STDs.
Why speak of such things?
Shock value isn't worth much,
just a fist in the ***
if that's what you're into
and even if you're not
(especially if you're not)
because then you can't appreciate a good smack when it's deserved
and you begin to feel lonely
like a kid who can do no wrong
so never enjoyed the beauty of time out
only the isolation of magnets on the refridgerator,
domesticity a promise but not an end
only the beginning, a cycle of strife that is fully necessary and advantageous
when placed on the plates of the right eating bunch,
and goodness it's a lovely night
because the stars are still shaped like those homely spoons and beasts
and all the world's at the feet of the manor's Lords and Ladies
such wonderfully pitiful people
though can't blame them for much
only for being so flea- bitten and haughty
when the serfs are just as alive.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
If you see them
With their tongues
down another's throat
Through a red haze
as you choke
Standing outside
the clinic
having a smoke
*Planned Parenthood
or checking for STDs*
It's a sign
you see???
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
you slid
into stds
feel bad
not really
**** u
better u then me
bye
and die
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
It’s not the relationship that you’re holding on to.
Nor is it the person
lying on the other side of the bed,
across an unreachable chasm
breathing softly in the night
He is merely a part of the illusion
that you so intricately carved
and then pinned on this
unwitting soul saddled with your expectations
made him your atlas, weighed down by
your insecurities, unexamined truths that
rather than explore, you’d hoped he'd vanquish
And when he could not slay the invisible
dragons (for he is fighting with his own)
you began to hate him almost as much
as you do yourself
and yes I know, while wine nearly dulls the senses
enough to not hate being taken from behind on occasion,
it only leaves you with muffled tears once the flush
of lust has passed.
No my love it’s not.
It’s not the relationship that you’re holding on to.
You never even liked his laugh,
but he was enough to momentarily
quiet the insecurities that torment you
on your mind’s playground
that tell you that you’re not worth loving,
how no one wants a girl with scars or
stds or two young kids
It’s not his fault nor is it yours,
release him of your shackling hopes
and don’t waste time with anger for him
not being what he never was.
Then start down a path cut by love’s
sharp edge, through the thick overgrowth of fear
rather than the other way around
And on your own, you will discover
that beauty is but the reflection of the
light that you already possess, that the playground bullies lie and that you're so deserving of your own love
and understand the lover that you want isn’t the one that is seeking the insecure, for insecure only seeks the same
I know my love.
I know that you’re afraid to loosen your grip.
But I promise you this much is true,
if you let this go and instead use your hands
to reach inside, to find out who you really are,
the light that shines from your eyes
will light the world, and as an incidental
artifact, attract a lover matched in full
It’s not the relationship that you’re holding on to.
And the time has come my love,
to just let go.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
I want to be pure
Like the clear mirror
so clear I can see my young bones
through the weird looking tan --
I even can see my future
The youth no wise man tells
The lame middle
refuses to be named unstable
And before the time calls I would have
wrinkles, tons of wrinkles
placed on the traces of nightmares
that would never stop --
I want to be pure
Like the clear mirror
Mirror so clear I can see my future --
I can see fat blocking veins
Heart older than its age
Lungs black as Odile
Nonfunctioning kidneys and intestines;
Pores so big you can sleep in it
Nose so flat you can surf with it
Body full of moons without suns
Moon as tummy, moon as face
No longer a phase
Blind left eye, deaf left ear
Half bald head and greasy hair --
In the garden; dear hibiscus corpses
and dead green flies --
Children avoiding, screaming when
I am coming
O, the mad woman
with bad breath and obesity
The grumpy lady
loved by so many STDs
Hey
I want to be pure, purer than ever
but when I was born
when I left the ****** womb
I had passed my purest --
Can't go back, can't go back ----
Now tell me, now tell me
When I am crying, am I beautiful too?
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Hi-yea ****** hi-yea, I'll write a rhyme for you
How you'll burn in Hell; your worst nightmare will come true
-
A long life you'll live not, STDs will take their toll
You'll die and go to Hell, and be eaten by a troll
-
You'll fricassee and fry, be roasted on a spit
How "Gay" you gunna be, in Torment that won't quit?
-
Pretend it isn't so, continue on your way
Soon, very soon, God your soul will slay
-
Kevin will find out, when it's too **** late
Hey Kevin are you ready? In Hell you'll meet your fate
****** !!!
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
We’ve all got a wee guy sitting
on our shoulder.
Her wee guy tells her to
have another glass of wine!
have another glass of wine!
one more glass of wine! To help you relax!
(She has to get up for work at 6am tomorrow
morning.)
(Her office is a 25 mile drive from her home.)
Your wee guy tells you to
just take off the ******
She’s on the pill and
it’ll feel better for both of you!
You can’t remember when you were last tested for STDs and
you’re so drunk that
you can’t even remember her name.
The wee guy on my shoulder
sits with his legs crossed, slit-eyed, and instructs:
“If you’re going to have a Brie toastie for lunch, you must use low calorie bread. Less than 70kcal per slice. No butter. No jam. No pesto. No spread. You don’t
deserve to taste.”
The ‘opportunity cost’ of tasty cheese
is bread like cardboard:
brittle like my bones and
dry like my hair and
lacking.
Which is
exactly how I feel about myself sometimes.
I used to turn my head towards him
and say: “okay, pal, I’ll do exactly as you say!”
Today I said
I should put pesto on my Brie toastie
I have a bit of weight
still to restore and
I really like pesto!
I like
myself sometimes.
So I had a Brie and pesto toastie for lunch and
moved on with my day.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
Classic classroom with plastic juices
It’s never safe and sound here cause
The bar’s set in the ground.
Since I started I felt ostracised
Left in the corner I would criticize
The giants in the sky.
So time flies by
As my friends get high
On legal drugs handed out for free.
I ride by with a breeze.
With this luck I could buy a group of escorts with STDs.
Pointless ointment
Rubbing wounds that you created.
Hold on to that statement.
Do you hear yourself?
You’re suffocating!
Give yourself a reason to wake up just one more day!
Little by little we can change reality.
But first, we need to get off this island
So sailing out to sea, let’s leave.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC