I am really good at jumping people. I could be a mugger if I weren't so honest. Seriously, I wait in the branches of my trees and land on unsuspecting victims walking below me :D It terrifies them when a sloth lands on them!!!

(Just adding to Ember Evanescent's series "Sinful Talents")

It's the girls who love the most who feel the least loved in this world

I am very good at lying to everyone but my friends





These are Sinful talents you have that are really not something you should be proud of but you are actually very good at it like breaking in places, smuggling things (even if it is just smarties into the movie theater), and other random things. PLEASE feel free to add to this series post a poem and just label it "Sinful Talents (series)" and message me and I will repost it :) also include the hashtag sinfultalents

Every creature has emotions (Maybe not ducks)
Even sloths
We feel
We hurt
We love
We feel hunger
And thirst
And the want to be loved
Animals can't cry
But we can still feel like it

Part of me
                                    Feels empty
A hollow shell
                                    Non-existent
The other part
                                    Bubbles with anxiety
A tightness
                                    I can't lose

They are not mixed together

But they are also not pushing each other away

They are just coexisting

Something that shouldn't happen

That couldn't happen

So why is it happening now

?

Lend me your heart
to blend my soul into yours

May God bless
You and me
         to
Me and you

Please touch me not 
without touching
my heart and soul

***.
o.m.G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
FOUND
SOMETHING
AND
­DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THAT SOMETHING WAS?

it was a GRAYPE!!!!

I **** AT SPELLING
YEY!!!!
I'M HIGH ON GRAPES!!!
OMFG GRAPES
I HAVE JUST WASTED ABOUT 10 SECONDS OF YOUR TIME THAT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK SO I APOLOGIZE FOR-OSTRICH ATTACK!!!!!
IT STOLE MY GRAPE!
AHHHHH FLASHBACKS!

muffin.

Help I have bad internet connection
I can't check the school website.
That means I won't know about a test
That means I won't study
That means I will fail
That means I will get bad grades
That means I won't get into a good school
That means I won't get a good job
That means I won't get money
That means I won't buy food
That means I won't eat
That means I will die

Help I have bad internet connection
I can't get on facebook
That means I can't change my status
That means I don't take my relationship serious
That means he will dump me
That means I will be single
That means I won't get married
That means I will die alone

Help I have bad internet connection
I can't FaceTime
That means people are waiting for me
That means I won't show up
That means they will get worried
That means they might over react
That means they could call the police
That means they will think I'm missing
That means they will look for me
That means my family will get scared
That means they may start thinking the worst
That means they will think I'm dead
That means they will be upset
That means they will look for my body
That means they will find me
That means they will realize I'm not dead
That means they will be mad at me for scaring them
That means they will punish me, stop talking to me, who knows what else.

Help I have bad internet connection
I can't see any news
That means I won't know what's happening
That means I will be left out of all the conversations
That means I will be an outcast
That means I will have no friends
That means I will not make any relationships
That means I will go through life alone
That means I will become a hermit

Help I have bad internet connection
I can't access the e-library
That means no books
That means no learning
That means not getting any smarter
That means not getting into a good school
That means not getting a good job
That means no money
That means no buying food
That means no eating
That means I will die.

Face it! Life revolves around internet! If you have bad internet connection you could die, you couldn't even get on hello poetry *gasp!

Gauze and gargle,
clots and codeine.
   No straws!
   No scotch!
Where wounds heal,
craters remain.
Months pass,
violence fills the void.
A call,
a message,
a beacon of hope.
A crown for the headless king,
  asleep in the depths of his saliva slicked cave.
Clasping and grasping,
  an imposter of the highest caliber.