friday night.on our firstdate,you took me to a cemeteryjust outside of town.i guess you wanted toshow mewhat you would do to me.
Endorsed By The Surgeon General.She was like cigarettes.She took his breathaway,and filled his lungs with promisesthat evaporated likesmoke.
x.i want your ghostto haunt me,every memory of you.let them flood meand drag me down;drown me in yourname.fill my lungs,i'll take the painat least you gave mesomething.
Arachnophobia.You caught mein your webof liesspun oh so carefully,in such a prettypattern.When you lured me,all tangled upand trapped,you whispered your venomin my earsand injected your poisoninto my heart.I never hated spiders,until I metyou.
you're so blind.here i am drowningand you have no idea what to do,you're so lostand panicking.why don't you take your handsoff my shoulders?
hushed.i'd tell you allthat's wrong,but I'm scared you'ddrown.
Consumption.You were tendrils ofsmoketwirling through the airand pouring into mylife, claiming mysoul.I wanted to breath inevery inch of youand feel you in my lungs,to taste youon my lips.They said you were badfor me,but you were a force demanding tobe endured.Your name became a synonymfor nicotine.
rain.i still have buckets in my roomfrom when you poured your heart out.plastic pails full of pain and loveand lust and tears and names and smiles.i don't know why i keep them...maybe i hope one day you'll come backto claim them.or when i'm being really dumbi let myself hope that you'll come back anywayfor me.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
bon appetitshe extracts her heartfrom her cavernous centerlike a no-good tooth.coughing, she serves it upon fine painted ceramics.he lifts his fork,spears the meat.chewing, jaw swaying,he samples a bite.then he frownsand spits intohisnapkin.
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
anticipationI gaze uponparted lips and wonder, will they capture mine?
The Knife GameBoth my wrists are normal The knife goes slice slice sliceAnd if I hit the vein beneath then I will pay the pricedeeper deeper deeperMy hands are turning redAnd if I hit the vein beneath then I will wind up deaddeeper deeper deeperMy knife is in its sheatheMy wrists are rippedI lost the game I hit the vein beneath
If Shakespeare Had a Facebook PageIf Shakespeare had a Facebook pageWould he “Like for Jesus” or “Ignore for Hell”?How many likes would his sonnets catch,And would “Macbeth” be received well?Would the rose smell just as sweetif no one read it in a tweet?And would he come up with the truth after a year,that “Hell is empty and the devils are here”?Would he whore for likes and friend requests?Share his results for every personality test?And post a “Teen Quote” for every day?Would he be caught up with his anime?Do you think he'd enjoy RoosterTeeth's channel,Post selfies in snapbacks and Nike’s and flanel?Would his pants sag and his status read:“#Yolo420, Legalize Weed?”Maybe he'd dye his hair green and spike up the endsMaybe him and Mark Twain would be #Bestfriends.Would this 90's kids generation steal the show,Or would he be the same Bill we used to know?
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Sheets“I adore you,”she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,for he loved the way it looked.“I misspoke,”she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.She whispered to empty sheets,“I meant abhor you.”
Lover girlI have a confession;I'm in love with a girl,Her smile is perfection.When she shows me affection,I feel this connection.When she came towards my direction.I was surprised she showed me attention.She said "I love you" but dealt with rejection.I closed my heart for my own protection.Yet I gave in, I made an exception,but I felt like an add to her collection.Soon it became an obsession.As I stared at myself in the mirror reflection.I kept asking myself this question:Does she really love me?Or did I get the wrong impression.
Smile!Hey, youSmile. Somebody out there loves you.And you can't find a reason to smile?C'mon.Smile something true.Be happy.No matter what, you don't deserve to be sad.Even if tears stream your face, then just smile because you know you were strong one time.Even if you're looking at the scars of your skin, smile because you know that those are in your past, and someday there will be a last.Even if you feel hated, somebody still loves you. So smile big so they know.If you're alone... Smile because you've got yourself, and about how unique you are that nobody else can handle it right now.Even if you can't smile... Be happy. Let the optimism spill through the cracks of your pessimism.Then you can smile.Go outside, and see the light.Look in the mirror and look at the positive shine in your eyes.Do yourself the best favor that can have its effect on others too:SMILE!
.wishing your traffic light mindwould break down& give in becausemy lungs have gone blackfrom smoking this insanityfor far too long just tomake you love all of me.
we're alone.i want to drive pulsesinto your fractured ribcage,make my words resonatein your hollow vessels;heavy enough to sink eventhe sturdiest of ships.(and we both know you can't float.)but inject me into yourchoking streams, and i'll gladly showyou the meaning of 'alone'.
44time's been walking bya little slowerevery day and when i askedwhy he said he just ain'tas young as heused to be( life came up behind him, said hey, don'tyou think we need to move this thing along - )
rag doll. i am trying to patch this torn skin with pastel smiles& happy colors & cherry blossoms & two-word answers to convince you that" i'm fine. go away. "please don't leave me.
FrostbiteYour eyes are frozen,Your fingers are ice.Your kiss gives me frostbite,Your words give it twice.
she didn't believe in anything but cigarettesmy mother tells me notto cry over spilled milkbut it makes it so mucheasier to forget aboutthe bloody bird layingdead on the bathroom tile
Beauty of MothsFew people understand the beauty of moths,ghost-like they drink upon our sorrowssipping the nectar of the moonlight,messengers of Morpheus they carry dreamsand nightmares.
.to thestar gazers outon dusty bridges-the ones whocould never seeApollo'schasing grin-keep looking.
hide and seekeveryone looks to the starsfor inspirationbut maybe if we focused moreon the grains of sandbeneath our feet we mightjust find something a littlemore original
Could I Have Prevented It?I don't believe inGod,but I still likethe story.You don't believe inme,but that doesn't meanyou had to leave.