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 Dec 2014 Peter Watkins
Helen
What if God was there
as you lay inside your cardboard box
What if God was there
as you drowned in your Whiskey on rocks
What if God was there
when you laid your child down
six feet under the ground
What if God was there
but never made a sound
What if God was there
when you shot a foreign stranger in the chest
What if God was there
playing the weakest against the next best
What if God was there
when your car left the road
What if God was there
and did nothing, although
he. would. have. known
What if God cured World Hunger
Stopped Wars and abolished Cancer
What If God stopped Greed and Avarice
and just gave the world a coherent answer?
What if God is just someone
to hold on to throughout the bad times
What if God just doesn't really care
and you are simply responsible
for your own crimes?
 Dec 2014 Peter Watkins
Joe Cole
Yeah sure I was a fool
Yeah sure I failed in school
But what the ****
The state owes me
So why should I fight to find a job
When the state pays me to be a slob
Suckers like you can pay the bill
While I smoke crack and sell some ****
I live in a welfare state
Coin the money and don't give a ****
Oh, Oh at education I wasn't good
But don't ******* me about what I need
A pump of ****** is proper food
You failed me in my time of need
Now the needles bite gives me the feed
Of slow death flowing through my veins
And at thirty I said my last goodbyes
 Dec 2014 Peter Watkins
Jack
~

Simply soft, serenely so
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Wrapped within its chilly bow
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Petals gleam of crystal glow
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Upon this world of white to show
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
For its beauty to bestow
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Deep upon this earth to grow
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Serenity of soft halo
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Cast by winds of frigid blow
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Resting on the ground below
Does fall this winter’s evening snow
As my heart doth love thee so
*Does fall this winter’s evening snow
Ok, I know it's repetitive...perhaps there is an echo in here. :)
Red Lipstick

What I never leave the house without

Because it ***** out all the pigment in my skin

It drowns out all my ugly features

Red Lipstick

but today

I'm going to try

not wearing it

Because if she is brave enough

to face the demons in her head

this time of year

I can face mine

I should be able to be strong too


No Lipstick

I think everyone in the station is staring at you

No Lipstick

They are all thinking you're hideous. You should be ashamed. Those poor people who are forced to look at you. Go put on lipstick

No Lipstick

Look. Can you see your reflection in the glass? See how ugly you are?

No Lipstick. But beauty is not the most important thing.

Look, it's a girl from your elementary school. She just looked at you. The prettiest girl in the class. The one the boys liked, including the one you liked for so long.

No Lipstick. It doesn't matter. I don't care what she thinks.

Yes, you do. Now you have confirmed what her friends always said. What she has always thought. You. Are. Ugly.

No Lipstick. I don't care if I am ugly.

Yes, you do.

No Lipstick. Stop! Get out of my head!

No one has ever looked as repulsive as you.

No Lipstick. I'm fine.

No you're not. You're crumbling.

No lipstick. I am not. I can do this.

No you can’t. You’re too pathetic. You are not as strong as her. You are not brave. You are fighting a losing battle.

No Lipstick. Stop hurting me!

You are not allowed to stand up for yourself. You can't talk back to me. You are too ugly to deserve to be allowed to.

No Lipstick. I hate you!

Then that means you hate yourself.

I know. And I do. But I have to do this. It’s time to prove I care more about living my life than being pretty. So No. Lipstick.
Not every battle is as obvious. Something like leaving the house without lipstick can seem so simple and almost stupid to make a fuss over, but it is really, really hard for me to do today. I have to prove to myself there is no way that I have dysmorphia.
To all of you who are fighting quiet battles with yourselves, I send love and courage out to you. <3
 Dec 2014 Peter Watkins
Just Melz
So soon to touch
It's never enough
You swim in my brain
Naked and alluring
Feel me
Want me

Enticing me with pain
Whispers of 'mine'
No need to be tame
I've changed my mind
Scream out my name
Give me all you got
Please don't hold back
Once in a lifetime
Please me
Touch me

I'm reaching my prime
You've reached my insides
Sheath yourself deeply
Inside my body
I'm so very ready
Take me
Arouse me

I want all of you
Every delicious inch
I'm never through
I can't get enough of you
Lick me
Bite me

Drink all of me
Like I wanna swallow
All of you
Don't you know
What they say is true
It's the nicest, sweetest girls
That in bed
Will rock your world
Pleasure me
Taste me
Tease me

Finish Me
*~please~
If you ever get in an argument and you think you are losing
use Jack Sparrow logic:
No, you can't be right! Because if you have said I am not right then you have admitted that if you were to say I was right you would be wrong which would be the opposite of you being right making me right even though I am certainly already right without you theoretically saying what is wrong about me not being right so in the end you find that my rightness doesn't need to be proven because if I tried to prove it I would be admitting that I am wrong whereas if I were right (which I am) the rightness of my statements would speak for themselves needless of evidence. Therefore, by you claiming that you are right and proving it you are proving that you are wrong by admitting your points need to be proven because of their wrongness. I am absolutely right about this and you are most certainly left about this. Wait what?
Savy?
if you are wondering if I can do ANYTHING other than obsess over fictional characters the answer is yes. I can go like this! *dramatically wiggles fingers in air*
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