Monday, January 24, 2005
FUCK ME
UNTIL IT HURTS.
G L A M O U R O U S .
you make this world exciting, fresh, you are a drug. this one intesifying my emotions all the time, in each day...it's a higher time of the month when i look at things with a clearer aspect. though bloody. I'm addicted, i admit it. without you all of the time i just wont feel alive. i need you. i'd miss you. perhaps you're too much of a good thing but everyone wishes for thisheaven. promised. & love poems on greeting cards, come from people clearly on medication. and there;s just more things to talk about if your a happy person. you make me objectified. errectified, all my friends are sluts! take me seriously, in any way, and you are just BORED. with me? with me?
dont drag under, my desperate thunder. roaring for another.
outside i ponder about you, as the sky lights up pink
what is it about me, that fancys you? think. tell me
the honest thing as i ask a question now.
always have to excite the town, under your arrogant crown.
watch as i de-energize the kink in my icky poetry. watch me
suffer hungrily cause i'm picky. and i could stay unfinished all
my life, my body diminishes for you bride.
i try to shed an inch a day. to keep you mine.
an inch a day , to say iv'e tried.
her graffiti , worn in jeans
iv'e never placed my name there
i am fat
blurry
letters
you cant make out.
the deep red heart
looks too beautiful
to be missed by her,
for you
i get so jealous
i cant distinguish
which way hell is.
in an old aquaintance's room. sit and smoke. and reminise
and i could not be more happier that home is here. you're here with me, and you're near. yeah you stay near just like you used to. your kisses are the most comforting thing since birth. i love you and im beginning to feel at worth.
it's like trying to jump
through flaming hoops
its like trying to jump
through flaming hoops.
HATE MYSELF: a hate poem.
she's paranoid, and your crazy. Please calm down
i love you. What are you talking about?
i'm being irrational? you're being irrational!
Hey, will you... please stop!?
i love you
sh, be quiet
sh, be patient
There's a problem!
there's a problem?
Where...
there's a problem!
there's a problem!
a problem
a problem
a problem!
forget it, forget it. I'm sorry
she's just freaking out
and im just talking to myself.
"I'm Sory"
i'm sorry i find things ironic
i'll laugh, while you yell
if not yell then pursue to say im doing you wrong.
i agree to disagree
expect?
anything more
multiple people's cores are sore
from every freckle to every pore
i'm measure out your features
by inches, she flinches
my skeleton dances, too distant
ugly bone, ugly blood, ugly organ
ring the bell, test my cells
over and out
again.
ugly vein, bite right in
whatever changes my horrible weight,
the poison spills. she's deadly,
she doesn't want to kill
wants to pure all others
live, except her
she was bad blood
with authorized pills
bad blood bad blood
violent
love.
on his birthday, you'll kiss him
and execute me.
Take it. but do it passionatly.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 7:50 PM
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