Untitled Poem |
Memories are distant and fading.Losing sight of what is real.Why can't I hold on to this?It's what I need to feel.Everytime our eyes meet,it's like I see through you.I know you never loved me.Inspite ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 17:03:00 GMT |
Suicidal Bubbles |
When I was 14, I convinced myself that bubbles were suicidal. I believed this theory for quite some time. I would think about bubbles and how we as humans would blow life into them. Then after some ti...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 23:53:00 GMT |
Conclusion. |
I was a disturbed young lady.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:35:00 GMT |
Poem Nine |
I actually wrote this for Eric, after we got into an argument, he bought me Jolly Rancher candies.
My tongue has been stained.The color of a cherry jolly rancher.Red.The color of a crayon-colored hea...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:30:00 GMT |
Poem Eight |
masturbatorthats what you areyou touch yourself when your driving in your carwhat a shameyou hide your secret along with everyone elsecome onstand uptell everyone you masturbateits okayi do it tooits ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:29:00 GMT |
Poem Six |
if i had a chickeni would allow him to peck your eyes outbecause you hurt meit doesnt matter if i enjoyed itso shut upthe fire is growing and it is getting very hotit smells like burning flesh thoughi...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:28:00 GMT |
Poem Seven |
i look out the windowthere you are with that girlshe is letting you touch her i dont carei look awayoh what she does to youi dont carewhere is your handits up her skirtyou smell like fish nowgo awaydo...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:28:00 GMT |
Poem Four |
your eye is looking at mei am feeling disgustedtake it out of your socket and feed it to the ratsyou disgusting mandont look at my chestnothing is theredont look at my lipsfor they will never touch yo...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:27:00 GMT |
Poem Five |
look in my eyessay it twice so i know you mean ityou said ittwiceyou lied to metwicebend over now cause your a bitchi am going to get a slut to fuck you up the asswith a 12" strap oni love youi hate y...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:27:00 GMT |
Poem Three |
don't tell me I am ever nothingas the flying disks go back and forth the present is hurtpain.suffering.i am blind now, i can not see but my hearing is goodyou try and whisper about methinking i can no...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:26:00 GMT |
