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.
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.
hushed.i'd tell you allthat's wrong,but I'm scared you'ddrown.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
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?
long distance relationship.and do you thinkthe moonever gets sadwhen the sun leaves herto shine forus?
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
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.
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?
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,"Goodnight."And her little girlNo longer littleLooked up in her mama's eyes,And said,"Goodbye."And Mama thought nothing of it,Till her little girlNo longer littleNever looked up in her mama's eyesAgain.
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.”
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,only used when needed from time to timeI'd get you tipsy, as stars collideYour drunk, slurred wordsblending in with mine(I couldn't even comprehendwhen you said it wouldn't happen again)I think I was your cigarette breakwhen anxiety filled,from me, you'd takeOne puff here, and one puff there(I could barely hearwhen you said, "I'm sorry, dear")I think I was your line of cocaine,thinking I'd be there to ease your painI'd bring you higher,head suspended in clouds(So I knew it was fake,when you said, "It was my mistake")I think I was your bad habit,and ignorantly, you were mineYou continue to relapse, my dearBut rest assured:I won't this time.
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'.
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.
FrostbiteYour eyes are frozen,Your fingers are ice.Your kiss gives me frostbite,Your words give it twice.
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 - )
HateIt was born with youand with youit withered.It broke me in twothen assembled medifferently.
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
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!
.x.the roads are empty, but, my dear, so am i.y.take me back to somethingmore than suicidal thoughts andslacking intentions.
NothingI heard someone sarcastically sputter,"You are what you eat."But hearing that sole sentenceallowed me to finally understandwhy I amwhat I am:Nothing.
Moving OnAll I can tell you isI haven't gotten farwalking throughtwenty years of yesterday.
31the clouds never partedwhen it stormed,and he was forced to pretendthat falling raindropsfall like stars;he caught them on his tongueand saved the wishesfor another day.
an introduction to Neverland.this is the story ofa girlwith short skirts andbruised knees,stuck in a placewith white walls andmarble teethedsharks.
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.