A clean slate on my wrist. Fall asleep with the fan off, you won’t be missed.

Start again or don’t, breathe again

No, I think I wont

It must be hard to bury your own son,
They're not supposed to go before you,
He died alone, no wife or kids,
The smell of dead fill my nose,
Not soon to forget,
Lots of strangers gathered around,
Talking crying, laughing a little too loud,
Some of us quiet,
My favorite joke,
"I got into a fight with a jack one time, jack Daniels, he won"
I like alcoholics they're  too honest.

Tired of being self conscious, about being self concious. Holding back who I am, & putting forth walls. Sliding between the cracks in the side walk, they say the world needs a smile like mine. Were all just wind mills in empty fields, looking for some turbulence. Just glance at me, & make me feel okay...

If I die before I wake, I accept my fate.
Hell Yeah!!!!!

Never have I ever, chased ***** with orange juice.

******, ******, misinterpreted.
So wrongly guided.
Molded into hands that hate you.
I can't pick my head up this time...

And when I tell you I cheated on you,
I’ll say, it feels better than feeling nothing.

And God I swear, I remember what that six stringed instrument sounded like. Before your sand dollar face washed away the memory. I don't play anymore, my heart is out of tune. I'll crawl back into the nonexistent plexi glass ordiment. Of your eyes.

You've got compassion for sick twisted defeated chicks. I like your style.

Prince Eric goes to school,
He has curly hair,
Buys cheap cars & sells them,
He's rich.

You're not trying to,
You wired maniac,
I was trying,

Yall are anoyying

I do not belong anywhere.**
I realized halfway through, a pint of Ben & Jerrys.

Mom nothing will happen. I know my way through a crowded bar. The glances wear off, sooner than the cheap makeup.

Real men don't break hearts, they break your head board*

Sweet blasphemy

Shirts
Pants
Bras
Underwear

From time to time, I'll check my email. Sort through the spam & useless adds. Right to the old messages, of yours & mine.

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.   i wish to lay with nothing but the stars
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God tear down pariah, minimiliests chopping heads off vantriliquests. Prospering, longing. Lord poor me out, even though my cup is half empty. I never got the chance to walk the path less traveled by. But when I get to heaven, I'll finally explain why I wanted to die. And my a young teen girl, will write the book I never got a chance to. Engines are mouth fulls when there's not fuel in the tank. We'll all float on anyway.

Shifting of chairs on tiled floors,
Raised voices, waking quiet breathers.
Waiting for the glass to break,
Click your heals together,
There's no place like home,
No place like home.

I stood on my plot and watched you pick pocket your crop and paint flowers on concrete bricks to satisfy the ticks that suffocate your membranes.

Thanks I got it from goodwill...

Please take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them. Gathered them from the gallows where my heart use to hang. I can't find forgiveness here, the warm wet tears gallop down my cheeks. The word "unloved"radiate to my core, you'll never be good enough. Your presence is a chore. Make up to cover up the ugliness you didn't know was there, until mentioned at the diner table. I've always been a stuburn girl, so I raised my head and snuffed. I am beautiful, I am. I could feel her smirk, from a mile away. Like a curse creeping in. The words spoke a hurricane into my soul. "Stand infront of a mirror undressed and tell me what's beautiful, I can assure you there's nothing". Hoodies & leggings, cover up all the mistakes, now im begging. Take these pieces, I've swept and cleaned them...

I wanna be,
Loved like,
The keyboard,
Is carressed,
In The Druids Prayer,
By Michele McLaughlin,
I can dream,

If my voice could echo, I'd let you know. The sound of it bellows, through the great unknown. If sinners had wings, I'd stray from the clouds, curl right up. Into your waiting arms. And everything would hush...

Perpetuate flyers, flowers minding their own business. The armed farmer grows his crops, unnaturally, factory wise. Genetically mutated agriculturally roasted. Mitosis, weeds stem cells. Winding blows back & forth. Back peddle into hardwood flooring. The view is great up here, giant machinery pretending to be trees. Hack the life out of bees, pollinated keepers keep secrets cause they're killers. These two eyes, see through me back to you.

I AM MORE THAN YOUR HALF DRUNK UNSPOKEN APOLOGIES I AM WORTH LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS DONT YOU DARE SAY ID LOOK STUNNING IF I LOST SOME WEIGHT I AM MORE THAN YOULL EVER WISH TO HOLD IN THE PALM OF YOUR HANDS I AM MORE THAN THE POWER TO WALK AWAY FROM UNWANTED SELF HURT I AM MORE I AM MORE THAN.

Writing is unpacking, it’s unloading the freeloaders opinions & wiping slates clean.
Writing is packing, it’s loading up the freeloaders opinions & keeping score.

A narcissistic paradise, ink, pencil, pen, choose your weapon.

Struggling to stay

The bully's in 7th grade were right, I'm too fat to be beautiful, too ugly to be loved, but I'm perfectly fit for writing and that has to be enough.

Boot legged lawsuit, ***** tapered tapestry, cry yourself to sleep...

The orange traffic cones follow me like ghosts, weaving up the highway. Trying to help me get home.

Home is a blurred side eyed view in the passenger seat.

It's easy to have ***, when you're already; partially naked..

Next week is gonna be dangerous,
An adventure perhaps,
Maybe I won't live that long,
But I'll dance the whole way there.
Don't beleive me? Just watch.

Trace loose spines & backwards shots of ***** with trembling tiles.

You built your relationship, on the solid foundation, of thinking he would stay.

You’d trot up to me like an aged horse
our pasture matted down by our footprints
I’d ask you the same advice I always do
You don’t reply, that’s never the issue

They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend

I threw you off a seven story balcony, I watched you slam into the roof of the car below. Last time someone eats my cheese its ;)

Our conversations curve like this road.
" You know that Ian kid? Who lives just up the road? He's always wearing backwards hats, those ripped up jeans and black shoes?"
Yeah, he's a little cutie.
"Well his older brother is a very handsome man. He dresses just like that, but I think he's a punk. "
Maybe I'll talk to him.
"Why would you want to mess around with a guy who doesn't care about anything?"
Maybe he'll change.
"You don't hook up with someone hoping they'll change"
I do

Hope found its home on my lips, you can find rest on my chest after you're done sleep walking...

It's frothy puppet hands, send my love to the depths, never to resurface again. The ship went down in 1902, two little girls & the first born son. The storm was ahead, hadn't even reached my bed. When I heard their screams from the lower deck. I grasp for grains of sand, I'll walk the plank in the morning. A father shouldn't lose all his kids at once, the world should be mourning. These wooden planks became my home, I'll sleep in the mast until God takes me home. Waves took my love, and sunk my soul in a treasure chest.

Showing up home, with bouquets & balloons,
A card filled with my feelings. Maybe I was too late, maybe I was too soon. I know Mother's Day isn't quite here yet, but I was thinking about you an awful lot, I guess you didn't care. I guess you didn't spot the tears running down my face. My life a trash can, a grave for all my mistakes. I'll wrap myself in my covers, & close my eyes. In the pitch black, perhaps I'll find another light. You'll yell about potential an the anitial after life. But after life, I just want to rest. Burn all the keepsakes I kept safe, from all the people I thought cared. I trace tile floors, & zip line through life. Blood on my legs. It's another one of those nights

But as the blonde hairs, sway against your baby doll face. Your wounded heart beats, out uncontrollably. Were the selfies with shots, really worth the absence of memory. You only live once, they say that should be enough. But I'm someone new each night, so far I've lived a hundred lives. Wasted busy chasing, liquor not boys.

ITS NOT WHO LOVES YOU, THAT DEFINES WHO YOU ARE. ITS WHAT YOU LOVE THAT DEFINES YOU. YOU DONT NEED ANYONES APPROVAL. LOVE YOURSELF COMPLELTLY AND WHOLLY. FALL FOR YOURSELF HARD. YOU ARENT MEANT TO BE PERFECT FIND THE BEAUTY IN YOUR FLAWS AND THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU. LIVE FOR TODAY NOT TOMORROW OR THE PERSON BESIDE YOU. LIVE BECAUSE YOU HAVE REASON, YOURE BREATHING YOUR HEART IS BEATING. THERE IS HOPE FOR THE OUTCAST THERE IS A VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS THERE IS A HOME FOR THE HOMELESS THERE IS A BURNING FIERY LOVE FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW IT. DO NOT BE LET DOWN BY OTHER HUMANS BECAUSE HUMANS FAIL JUST LIKE YOU WILL. BUT THERES BEAUTY IN IT ALL, AND ITS CALLED GRACE.

Sun rooms & empty tombs
Word puzzles well used
Anxiety keeps us crinkled
Green paper back days

It sounds like blue

I do not fear men, I fear the intentions of them.

Adieu cher ami, vous allez nous manquer .

Where's my zig zag,
I watch you sleep on the elephant pillow,
Small talk,
Sick whispers,
Light hops,
Down steep staircases,
You drift back to sleep,
Leaving me in reality,
It kills to see you this weak,
Under the weather,
Under my sweater,
I keep my heart clenched in the fabric,
You grumble,
Your chest rises & falls,
You're alive.

If I fill myself with worry I’ll be weightless, drift away with glass eyes and a timber temperament. They call it bipolar, I call it drifting north. I’m afraid of heights

Today I tried to die
Wrinkled my nose up at life

The lack there of,
The lack there of,
Was the fact there was,
There was,
No one to hold you,
No one,
When the whiskey,
Didn't **** the demons,