I am the Worst Dinner Guest EverI am the worst dinner guest ever.
To try and compete with me is to try and compete with a cloudy winter's day for most gloomy.
You have a better chance at beating the sun in a starring contest!
Try your hand at pitting yourself in a contest of balance against a sturdy tree!
I promise you, the odds are more in your favour for that one!
Heaven help you, I will sit and listen to every single anecdote.
Spill your stories like rivers spill water! Share your every amusing tale with fervour!
Every syllable, every word, every sentence; I will devour them rapaciously.
In my grim and twisted delight I will even ask you questions so that I may u
Sorry to OffendWhy do I always feel like shit in the presence of others?Sorry to Offend7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I said shit.
Sometimes, shit, is really just the only word one can use to describe a shitty feeling.
Sorry to have offended you.
Long nights end in short spats with exhaustion and low self worth.
I'll be myself!
I can never be myself.
I'll try and fit in!
I can never seem to fit in.
In the presence of radiating loveliness
I can only ever seem to retreat.
Have I simply been with the wrong people?
Have I had to be "on"?
I love these people.
Some more deeply than they may ever know and more deeply then I wil
Dead GirlBaby, I hope you bury me in ashesDead Girl3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear off the fabric of my dress and taste the the skin of my stomach
And kiss the cold smile that you never knew
You never got the chance to know me
Or the story behind each scar
You just smiled and nodded all the way through
From classroom to coffin
From gravel to gravestone
You didn't love me from my blue jeans to my little black dress
From the car park
To the funeral home
I was dead from the second I met you
I was picking out my coffin on the bus-ride home
I was just a figure
You were just a ghost-boy
Shucked clean from the shell
No soul, no heart, nothing my pen could dream up