you're my disaster boyyour fingertips are as cold as the polar ice capsyou're my disaster boy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i could feel them melting with the global warming
we both know is staged.
your eyes are the insanity
caused by the turn of a millennium
and they're as starved as the supermarket's shelves.
your lips taste like the fires predicted four years ago in june
but we both knew that satan wasn't going to destroy the earth then
'cause i had my lips on his and his hands were on me.
your promises are as safe as the billowing black smoke
flying up from the twin towers struck down by a flying machine
we both know wasn't part of a conspiracy.
Fuck you, Martin van BurenVampires and Witches; Murder and Sex. It seems that the only thing that comes from these new writers is more stuff to disdain and satire. What character is, physically, has now become the whole point of a story. The plot revolves around nothing except whatever the character is, if the character is anything to begin with. Characters are simply tools used by actors to tell the story; when the plot needs to change, the characters progress in nature. Characters change only when plots do; but the inverse is never true. That the plots change because of the characters. But the two are so close that it seems that either may be substituted as true.Fuck you, Martin van Buren6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The stories which we are fed, the very ones which the public enjoys and holds closer than any sacred text, are the atrocities of literature which should be spat upon. Good books are burned at the stake by the public; bad ones by the writers. Indeed, we have put ourselves into an otiose with walls made of the Great Books so that no progress can be mad
Mislead LoveA professional lover in jeansMislead Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A stripper in a suit
An alcoholic anonymous with a water
An eight year old with a whiskey bottle
The first born child abused by the baby
The baby pampered by the overjoyed newlyweds
There is no reason
And there is no rhyme
As to why those people
Are where they stand
They possibly hold on
Way too tight to what they
Choose to avoid
And what they try to have
Mislead love can break a
And drive it to do
Envy, Danger, HeartbreakI wish you could see how lost I am.Envy, Danger, Heartbreak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How screwed up my thoughts are when I see you.
When I see her...in your arms.
I'm listening to songs about lost romance,
And broken hearts shattered by solid love.
And somehow they remind me of her...not you.
My sight goes earthly green when I see you,
And when I see you holding her in your arms.
The jealousy almost kills me inside.
Back when you knew me you knew I wasn't jealous,
No matter how much you hung around other girls.
That was then and now jealousy consumes me.
You used to know me so well,
And for some reason it seemed like you didn't think so.
But you knew me then...you don't know me now.
I changed after that morning into a monster,
And I hardly recognize myself in the mirror,
With my eyes narrowed and lined in heavy black snakes.
I stand taller, with my back straight, and my head up,
But don't be fooled, silly friends, I'm just afraid,
And I've become a warrior walking to face her death.
I'm just another girl in this crowd of kids,