Sketcher

Sketcher Dec 2018

She said the song was charming,
She had said the boy was cute,
She said I was easy to talk to,
Because I usually remained mute.

She said she liked the biting,
Teeth sunk right into her hips,
She said the blood really turned her on,
But I much rather preferred her lips.

She had a decent boyfriend,
But his love wasn't enough,
She ****** and ****** **** out in the woods,
She was a ***** that preferred this stuff.

At one point I wanted her,
All of her just to myself,
Now I'll avoid her and stay away,
Until she decides to fix herself.

Or should I stay and help her?
I am not sure what to do,
I'll stick around to cure her sickness,
Hopefully I won't catch her flue.

Stay and help or leave and ignore?

#love #pain #heartbroken #heartbreak #fetish #cheating #girlfriend #boyfriend #question #answer

Sketcher Dec 2018

Addicted

Why can't I remember simple words and phrases for tests and quizzes, yet I can remember almost every conversation we have had in the last four months. I have unintentionally memorized all of your hobbies and favorites. This was a surprising, yet amazing perk to getting to know you and fall in love with you.

I wanted to be a better artist, so I posted this wish on a few social media platforms. I was just getting it out in the open thinking that nobody would respond. You responded. You told me that we could meet up some time and practice your preferred art style, which is drawing animals. We made plans and set a date. I texted you on the chosen date and got a response the next morning saying that you were sorry for not responding sooner. You didn't have internet. We tried making plans a second time and the exact same thing happened. Yet again, you didn't have internet. At this point, I just thought that you didn't want to see me and I accepted that. One day, me and my ex-friend Gavin were walking around, going from neighborhood to neighborhood, just talking about life. Reminiscing in the good memories and troubles of the past. Eventually, we got bored of talking and he suggested that we go somewhere. This somewhere was your house. I didn't realize that we were walking towards your house at the time. Once we got to your house, I noticed you sitting in the back of your fathers truck while you had a few friends inside and your entire family eating dinner together at the dinner table. You seemed like a lonely teenager. You confirmed this thought after telling me multiple times in the future that you wanted me to come over and hang out, because of that dreadful loneliness. I came over at least twice every week and that lasted for a good two and a half months. From the first glance, I noticed your beauty. From your first words, I noticed your refined charm. You gave me a sort of cancer every time I came over. Ever time you touched me, the cancer would diminish and there would only be an elegant light radiating from the both of us. Then, when I would leave, the cancer would grow and pain me. This was only the beginning of my painful, yet joyous love for you.

I fell in love with you, because you drew me in. You, at one point literally, took me by the wrist to a place that nobody would find us and showed me the love you were capable of giving. Just not being able to see you and enjoy your presence was an extreme pain. I didn't think that this pain could get any worse. But of course, I was wrong and the pain grew immensely. You found someone else to give your love to. I was old news. Onto the next. You still had a bit of human in you. There was a small part of you that didn't want me to parish. You didn't want to completely stop avoiding me. So, you just started hanging out with me before school like I wouldn't notice the decline in how much time we were spending together.

I'm not mad. I'm not even sad. These emotions want to be set free and rile up a storm, but I would rather stay numb. When you're feeling lonely and don't have your boyfriend there to eradicate the loneliness present, I will be there in a snap. When you're hungry and I have stocked snacks in my bag for Wednesdays, because I can't order school lunches on Wednesdays, because Wednesday's are half-days and everybody has the same lunch on half-days, meaning that I would have to sit down and eat in the presence of you and your boyfriend... which I'm not going to do... I'll give you my Wednesday meal because your comfort is more important than my livelihood. When I buy two hundred dollar tickets for me and my friend Gavin to see a YouTuber we really like, and I find out you like the YouTuber too, I'll tell my friend Gavin that I'm taking a girl with me and take you instead even though I told him half a year ago that he was going with me. That's why I put an 'ex-' before friend while mentioning him earlier, because in the process of doing this, he said that I was a ******* ***** and he didn't want to hang out with me anymore. I don't mind, because your smile during the concert was more than enough to light up my days for weeks after the event. When you're wanting to walk with me and you're walking slow because gym class made you sore, and I'm walking fast because I have crippling anxiety and all I want to do is get the **** out of this highly populated school... I'll slow down and walk at your pace. When Satan comes knocking at your ******* bedroom door and asks you to **** one and save one, one being me and the other being your boyfriend, I will gladly run to your house and jump on Satan's blade so you don't have to make any decisions.

No matter what the circumstance, realistic or not, I desire your happiness above everything else.

I love you...

I don't expect you to read my story. Just getting it out there helps, so that's what I'm doing. Thanks for any likes, loves, or responses.

#addiction #addicted #love #pain #heartbreak #heartbroken

Sketcher Dec 2018

Never-Ending Love

She asked me, "On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love me?"

I told her, "My love can't simply be labeled by a number. That isn't because it's non-existent. That's because it's never-ending."

Just a thought...

#never #ending #love #question #answer #existence

Sketcher Dec 2018

Those

There are those that love and those that lust,
Those that stay calm and those that combust,
Those that hate change and those that adjust,
Those that spread charm and those that disgust,
Those that can resist and those that rust,
Those that trek on and those that bite dust,
Those that doubt and those that can entrust,
Those kept quiet and those that discuss,
Those kept weak and those that are robust,
Those with a vocab and those who cuss,
Those off course and those who readjust,
Those of the bold and those that just blush,
Those who rest and those who make a fuss,
Those who speak soft and those who are shushed,
Those not denied and those who are crushed,
Those that don't care and those that ask, "What?".

All started with me thinking about the differences between love and lust and how I wish that I could feel lust like everyone else. Instead, I feel as if I feel love towards someone who doesn't feel the love back. It's only been a few months, but this absence of love has drawn out these few months into what feels like years. She says that she doesn't know what it feels like to love, because she has only felt lust. I wish I could show her... but instead... I decide not to feel...

#love #lust #difference #differences #opposite #opposites #antonym #antonyms

Sketcher Dec 2018

Unconsciousness Spread

Bored out of my mind,
Keep checking the time,
Four minutes till' leave,
I always perceive,
Time slow near the end,
So I have to spend,
My time writing poems,
Until I walk home.

All of a sudden,
I could see the gun,
Pointed right towards me,
Then the clock struck three,
As the bell did yell,
I ran, tripped, and fell,
Bullets screamed, desks flipped,
Light beamed eyes, I slipped.

The man walked around me,
Floor littered with bodies,
I was knocked out, then woke,
No lying bodies spoke,
I tried hard to play dead,
But then he had said,
"No sleep, this isn't bed",
As the bullet of lead,
Plummeted into my head,
Unconsciousness indefinitely spread.

Yet now I was awake,
At my desk in a lake,
Of sweat and shaking fear,
To me, it would appear,
This was all a day dream,
Boy, that dream was extreme,
Very realistic,
And not idealistic,
In the least, then I saw,
My fat teacher withdraw,
A pistol from the wall,
What happened, did I fall,
Back into the nightmare?,
After thinking this thought,
I was shot and killed right then and there,
Right on the spot...

Raise the consciousness. Also, my 100th poem!!!

#question #consciousness

Sketcher Dec 2018

Death?

I don't want to write,
I don't want to breathe,
But when my lungs might,
Have air passage cease,
I won't be alright,
I'll beg and I'll plead,
As I see the light,
Dim and recede.

I say I want death,
Until it is found,
Until my last breath,
Until the last pound,
The heart and lungs strength,
Has suddenly drowned,
No sign of life left,
No movement or sound.

I wake from my grave,
To smiling faces,
Tears fall as they gave,
Quite warm embraces,
This time I've been saved,
Not in all cases,
Shall death not enslave,
My life and its graces.

So bored...

#death #reality

Sketcher Dec 2018

The Meat Man (A Christmas Carol)

On the first day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the second day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the third day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the fourth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the fifth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the sixth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the seventh day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the eighth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, eight grenades a-killing, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the ninth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, nine babies relapsing, eight grenades a-killing, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the tenth day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, ten lords a-peeping, nine babies relapsing, eight grenades a-killing, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, the meat man sent to me, eleven snipers sniping, ten lords a-peeping, nine babies relapsing, eight grenades a-killing, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, the meat man gave to me, twelve brothers *******, eleven snipers sniping, ten lords a-peeping, nine babies relapsing, eight grenades a-killing, seven palms a-skinning, six obese a-weighing, five ****** things, four hundred herbs, three killed friends, two hands in gloves, and a couple caps of some broken knees.

Tried a messed up parody.

#christmas #song #parody #black #market