October 2009
5 posts
She Started Evil
All the thingsyou say more than kill me inside They torture me painfully and stroke your pride When I hide Run with my tail in my jeans Smile and cry Eyes bloodshit All I want to do is scream It was simple My proposal It was easy My inquiry Just to say yet And lift me up Stop being jealous of my daddy my father my image the one who understood Don’t look inside my feelings Don’t read my...
More yrteoP
Creep Can you feel the pain It’s inside of your head What is love? But pressure unfolding Engraving butterflies in your stomach The one you ate The one you made fly The day you killed my shame To go through that again You left me dead Your dark green bed Your white tube socks And black mesh hoodie Doing drugs Being Chill I miss you Sometimes I wish You missed me too That Guy Bleeding...
A list of Awesomeshit! →
yrteoP
Sadie I shouldn’t be the one to feel this pain I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this again Your menopausal mood swings are more than torture to endure Your boring and repetitive lectures are conscious rambles you intentionally direct towards me You ambivalent peice of garbage Please take pity on those worthy of Some mercy Or some mother fucking peace I don’t even have a...
Rgiht not wnorg.
Why can’t she read between the lines. When it comes to listening to opinions other than her own She melts Completely Liquid Nothing I can do to stop her from dictating my life And no guilt for hope of mine I’m not sublime. I anything other I’m this I’m not her I’m him I love him He loves me back Thats enough This is for her I love him I love him more than I notice or...
September 2009
2 posts
Run fast for your mother run fast for your...
And to all you lonely boys; I will be president
She said Apathy is the only way out The only way to cope it to not care But I don’t believe in the advice of one so unexperienced I don’t know who to believe, true.
There are other ways out
There must be another way to cope
There must be another way to live
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August 2009
9 posts
Getting Over It
Sometimes the best way to heal a wound is to focus on the pain it’s caused. To remember why and how you got it. You have to focus and listen intently to the pulse until it owns your attention. Feel the heat of your heart radiating throughout your brain Listen and watch all the thoughts that clutter you Until your numb. Your pain is numb and your wound is healing.
All the while you focus on...
PuffyEyes;BlurrySight
Wow. Instead of just getting my stupid ass dragged into some meaningless source of entertainment. Instead of just me getting punished for not thinking Instead of just me
I pulled her in, too.
I dragged her, when I thought I was trying so carefully to keep her awake Lulled almost to her fucking death Bravo, winta. BRAVOOOO
How ‘bout a fucking round of applause
Well, I guess I wasn’t...
My theme song. :]]
SittingwithKalkidan
She is the culture. Truly fake. Sometimes I think I should be angry, at God, maybe for reminding me of where I come from. Rather than presenting myself as AChildOfGod. I’m the Ethiopian
WintanaAsnackeWolana
Half Eritrean. Parents from warzones. I couldn’t be more sick of hearing the story, about them meeting in secret, not doing dangerous things, like knowing each other wasn’t...
Averrymerrydressoffpeacee.
I wait for the consequence of God while sitting in Simon’s room. Scared he might find me at 5am filling his room with music, amazing to me, nonsense to him, and drowning the computer with urbanoutfitters look ups. :] Tomorrow I have to ask the Pastor Abera about questions I have for my baptizing in a week. But all I can think about is what I want to wear. And it is fantastic. :]