I'll pin you up against a wall, because darling you're a masterpiece. And it's easier to bite his lip, because you're not afraid to let it bleed.
Make him moan, you won't have to say anything tomorrow. It's easy to fall in love for the night, he's not the guy you were dreaming of. So wake up & realize you're shallow, & empty. More importantly numb. This room a coffin, terrible wonderful ***. Getting rich off of fake love, never having to get out of bed. They say it started with daddy issues.

I fill my basin with my favorite empty things. And act surprised when I don’t want to be alive. Thirsty

God I hope you're working tomorrow,
Don't tell me you took a day off,
Decided to not come in on second shift,

God I need you,
My passions snapping,
I don't want to write,
In fact this is my last,

God this town is so empty,
All I hear at night is suit cases closing,
Doors opening,
And footsteps leaving,

All the people I use to love,
Dried out and deceiving,
God I love you,
I'm calling in sick tomorrow.
Actually, I quit

Lastly but not leastly,
I've found a home within a home,
I planted myself here,
Without any permission,
Butting in with no invite,
So much relief I've found in this program,
I've fallen in and out of love with myself,
I found words I never knew existed inside me,
Content now with my goodbye,
They say I have to grow up,
This place distracts me from the now,
Even though the now,
Is a place I never wanna go to,
Probably filled with bright lights and more responsibilitys,
Inhabited with people I never wanted to meet,
The smells probably sour,
She said from a fence to a leash,
But the probability is a chain,
I'll come back,
When I'm done being grown up,
If any of you are still here,
Outty five thousand,
Keep it real ya hear?

Lawn mower lullabies,
Suburb smiles,
Cut you down to size,

I like sitting on roof tops,
In flip flops or converse,
Knee pulled to my chest,
The sound of violins & harmonicas
Echoing in the distance,
I'm still a kid,
Jesus loves me,
Tank tops are awkward,
Tattoos are comfy,
Cream soda and whiskey taste good together,
I don't know a lot,
But jesus loves me

Hard wired bucket, deep sea swimming.
Electric eel, fastening hoops interlocking.
Vacation trimming,
The vertical outcome of your mind.

Yoga on the water,

My heart is nothing but aches, it quakes through my whole body.

will I be beautiful after the scalpels and the stitches?

They call it phantom pain when they sever your limb, but how come I still feel your touch, I can’t get a grip. Your ghost makes me shiver. Cut off

We make Angels all night long,
And soft hallelujahs between the sheets,
Bare legs & cold feet,
In the center of the universe we meet,
Our finger prints the same,
I know you in the holiest ways,
Your body etched in my brain...

Sinking into oblivion, where my nightmares don’t have deep voices and violent hands.

Sleeping with your back to me, does not put walls up. Just leaves room for...more kisses and petal touches. Typing poetry into the pores, letting them sink in. You sigh, falling deeper asleep. I pull at the hair on the nape of your neck. Wrapping my arms around my mate, keeping him direct. Directly in my path, in my sight. I glance the the muscles conjuring the light...

My phone turns the word **** into poem without thinking about it. If that doesn't scream beautiful then I don't know what does...

Mama didn't raise a victim

I'm an afterlife ******

I don't really do this, but I cannot sleep, I really need someone to talk to? Comment and I'll message you.

I wish I could see...anything that meant something to someone other than me.

Why can't fish cuddle, they can kiss but can't cuddle.

If there was a lot more moisture around us, this leaf would be well rounded.

you have potential.


Visual depression

You're like my favorite pillow, I can't fall asleep without you.

Nothing mattered, other than the desperation of needing each other.
Just that consummated closeness.
A craving.

the insults erode the load bearing walls,
the cutting floods the basement that kept all your memories safe,
concrete floors and gray textiled bathroom displays are your favorite after dinner snack,
toilet bowls over flows with the words, fat girl.

It makes me laugh inside,
The way it's always on time,


Never fails,
Every night 11:00pm,
It hits & it steals,
Every ounce,
Of happiness I have,

It takes it out the back,
Along with hope and love,
The tears start flowing,
Don't stop until 8 in the morning

I stepped off & I stepped out
The curtain closed & I with it
Swept up into the rafters to rest
A melodramatic sarcophagus

It’s hard to forget the anger in your voice, that never left.

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Sing me a sad song, cause I'm not me anymore. I like the smell of gasoline, fresh baked cookies, and music shops. Not in that order.

Death makes you a ******. Death makes you a little girl too scared to cry. Death wakes you up.

Kids, got a hole in their soul, in the shape of their father.
A void not easily healed, or shut up tight like you'd like it to be.
It hurts a lot, but I'll make it through.
Mommy and me, never you.
Ryan, and Luke, and kolby.
I'll never meet you, but at least he told me.
AT LEAST HE TOLD ME OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
NOT OUT OF KINDNESS OR GRACE.
BECAUSE HE PICKED YOU GUYS OVER ME.
ILL HAVE TO BE OKAY WITH THAT MOM SAYS SHE SAYS A LOT OF THINGS BUT I DONT AGREE WITH MOST THINGS AND MOST THINGS WELL, WE NEVER SEE EYE TO EYE BECAUSE MOST THINGS DESTROY ME FROM THE INSIDE OUT I WANTED TO KNOW A FATHERS LOVE NOT JUST ANY FATHER BUT YOU. A kids got a hole in their soul, in the shape of their father. Mines shaped like you.

Silver spooned hips curved into a harsh bite, Eve took a chunk out of her middle, one forbidden night. Empty promises of fruit forever bearing, shady trees and welcoming gates. Now she crumbles in this wasteland of frightful sights. Every month scarlet blood runs down her thighs in disgust they shame her for Eve's Lies.

Of atheism, you want to be the God of your own life.

I miss the beat up dog house,
On the top of the hill,
Where my shaggy bestfriend would bask,
Quiet and still,
I remember the day they tore it down,
I miss the squeaking of your wheel,
And the soft sound of you chewing,
Where my bestfriend would snuggle,
I remember the day we emptied it out,
I miss the quiet shuffle of paws across the dresser,
The claws batting and my toes at three am,
And the soft wet nose on my hand,
I remember the day I carried all your stuff upstairs,
Bundled you up, and watched them drive away with you.
Each time I cried, but the last time I cried loudest.
See my bestfriends had four legs and fur,
Now they're all gone now the haunting thoughts have no cure.

If I could write away my fears, my hand would hurt and my chest would not.

Theres beauty,
In driving down the road,
With your ex bestfriend crying in the passenger seat,  she's so vulnerable, like a wild animal,
In captivity, captivated by her moms cruelty,
I'll tell her I love her, but I keep my eyes on the road, I admire how gorgeous she is,
Even though it's pitch black,
We're headed to closed stores,
But we've got nothing else to do,
Drive around this wastland,
Get a drink or two,
Poetry is so easy,
Life is so hard,
I guess that's why I packed up and moved here.

I like adding poems to ãłøñë, because that's what these little poems are. Ãłøñë with me, with vowels & mixed demeanors. Have mercy Heaven, for the saints that walked before me. Left a narrow path back. And I'm not so sure I'll be okay in the next day....

I'm not sure, nor am I sick. My heart aches though, these days. When I push open the front door, and the house is completely empty. Yet so full of breathing chests. But mine is hallow, and the vibrations and affiliations are that of a dog. Hooked on a fence, the chain dangling down it's neck. As it snaps the sky between its slobbering jaws. I wish the sky snapped me up, took me away to a place where people looked up when you walked past. It's not about being noticed, it's about being loved...

It's my own **** fault.

Your back a map to sleepily tell you how I love you so
Your shoulder blades always a consistent ache
My face finds the crook in your chest
Hallowed out to hold my heart steadfast

Shrink wrap your heart,
Sand it down to size,
It hurts when it beats so loud,
It echos in this empty void,
Q-tips & lips...stick,
To my brain,
Scratch your name in my eyes,
Iris lotus flower,
Flamable.

Maybe they'll both die.

Writing to relieve this void,
But you're the cancer,
You're more than a void,
The heart break,
The three am screaming into a pillow,
The sobbing that racks my body,
Your abandonment has consumed me,
My words were suppose to make it better, but they're all jumbled broken pieces of 26 letters shoved and combined, into what was suppose to be a goodbye, but dad I made a shrine, out of this nothingness, I wish you would've been a part of my life.

Bleary, dreary bifocals looked out through seeing eyes. At the maze of apiculture before him. He pushed a cart his whole life, never stepping up on the ledge to ride it.

Every Tuesday night, his fist packed tight full of ones. Uncrumbling, Washington from his back pocketed jeans. He'd lay him out flat, on the desk, like I should be impressed. One pack of cigs please.

He'd take his cart, around the world & back. Show kaleidoscope girls a good time. Because no matter how pretty that **** picture was, no matter how many times you tore it a part...it was always ugly. Just like the make up, that caked up the beauty on her face.

Parking lot pickups, corner cat-calls, was all she would be worth, a penny in the gutter, if she was lucky. Face up, grasped by hands that'll never love her. Such a steep price, for such a cheap use of love. Generic.

He tells them, he loves them as his boots slide on, comfortable. Too much in a hurry to take his socks off. Humming, Spin Doctors under his breath. He breaths heavily, like he worked so hard that day.

She holds onto morales like lose change, change is lose when you're use, to anything. That shows up on the corners on a Tuesday night, with something new to ignite. Not just the ciggerate between his lips. Lion skin, hipocrathy.

I lay the bills neatly in the drawr, wondering what price he really pays for the stress to relieve his mind. What price does the girl pay, how many clinics does she visit in a year. Baby girl YOUR NOT AN ACCIDENT, YOUR WORTH MORE THAN THE WORDS THAT HIT YOUR CHEEK LIKE A SLAP YOU HAVE MORE POTENTIAL THAN THE MEN YOU LET COMFORT YOU INTO THIS ABUSIVE SOLIDTUDE. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, I WOULD SPEND EVERY CENT I HAD JUST TO SIT & TALK WITH YOU.

**Luke 7:47
"Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”"

You will always be mine,
Even if I'm not yours...

I’ll tuck the tears back behind my eyelids.
Keep them closed like the window on the fourth floor my mom always kept locked so I wouldn’t leap.

Back hurts,
But my mind hurts worse,
We moved again today,
3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment,
On the other side of the world I use to know,
Moving is easy,
Moving on is worse.
It ***** so much,
To lie to everyone,
Tell them you're okay,
When horrors go on past those four walls,
Your eyes will never catch a glimpse,
But it's gonna be alright,
It's gonna be okayyyyy,
I didn't like my old life anyway,
It ***** so much,
Cause I'll never trust again,
You'll never know,
How much it cost,

I thought about swinging from the rafters, shakey knees and creaky floorboards. Shaken mothers and crying kids. A rope to pillow my descent.

I watched as you made your bed in the sand,
Laid down to sleep,
The tidal wave of your own mothers words,
Cømîng crashing down on you...
I'd hate myself too, Id look in the mirror & cringe at what Id see. But I've become so distant from my body, I'm just a memory. My bestfriends a seahorse. Makes me feel a little bit less empty. He knows I'll have to go away soon. Or maybe close my eyes & drownd. I won't face my creator cause all she thinks is of my mistakes, of being born overweight. This solitude is confining, I'm losing it. I wish I could bury myself under a rock, dig all the hooks from under my skin. An old net from an old boat.

A joke to choke on