The Great Big SneezeIt was just an ordinary dayMore Like This
With all the teachers telling me to obey,
When my eyes started to water
And my nose started to freeze,
And I realized I was about to sneeze a really big sneeze!
I looked around, but there was no tissue,
And with that I had a really big issue.
I looked at the light to ease the passage,
Getting ready for the painful blastage.
I could barely see through my mass of tears
Everyone either staring at me or steering clear.
I felt the sneeze coming through,
My eyes closed tight as it finally blew.
I brought up my sleeve as a last resort-
An exploding noise came from the bottom of my throat.
I let out a sigh of relief, my face felt like sand,
Then I realized that I had sneezed in my hand!
wiltimagine ripping yourselfMore Like This
apart like scraps
stuffed. the ancient
egyptians, they used
to extricate the bodies'
filling the husks of skin, then wrapping
i am a corpse.
i can cough and
i can drool.
i can cut and
i can bleed.
live, girl, live.
little white pills
little black box
little chipped heart
snowy snowy hills
ever notice how august feels
sluggish and miserable.
but what's life got
(cross-)examine me. i mean it.
study me. cure me now.
i may be in my
but really there is a
there is a field and i
am in the doorway and i
was scared but now i'm
but apparently not
word purge call this a
word purge and i
hate how solid and
ordinary my writing has
i think i'm falling in
the opposite of love with
a dash of lust, masochistic
what i need is
SHUT THE FUCK UP
i am hollow
i am full
spurious little devilthe skyMore Like This
is crushing me.
it's only when i breathe in
deeper, with my stomach, when i breathe
properly, that i realize
i can't breathe at all.
and maybe i was
i don't want to
die but maybe i do want to
disappear. fade away.
opinions matter too much;
yours, theirs, mine, what the numbers
show versus what the
shows. what i let myself think -
what i let myself believe.
i said, if i can't die
for them, i'll live
tell me, what's the difference
between just being
alive and actually
the clouds are giving me
at the risk of becoming
a risible cliche spewer, be
careful what you wish
for. i wanted to be
strong and now i am
strong and i am sick of being
strong i want to
again i want to
wallow and purge and eat
too little and say the
wrong things because i think the
wrong things and i also do the
wrong things, in case you still think
actions speak louder than words.
i would be a masochistic
hedonist, if i
one. but no i'm
KarmaK-K-Karma found my name.More Like This
And wrote it in a book.
She plays a twisted game.
Got me caught on her hook.
Karma, karma. What a- shush.
She's playing with my mind.
Turning my brain to mush,
And acting like she's kind.
Candy coated Karma, yikes.
A desguised bag of tricks.
You take a generous bite
So sweet it makes you sick.
Karma can't make friends.
She lives just like the devil.
She haunts you 'til your end.
Making death a pleasant travel.
Tidal waves.We are alone here in this valley near the seaMore Like This
and it is almost dark and almost quiet, but I
can hear someone crying just a few rooms away.
She is not so hawk-eyed, not so frighteningly
sharp and I am afraid to make her cry, so I lie,
I lie. She is a small bird with too-high heels
and a nervous laugh; her wings tucked loosely
beside her like the bags beneath her eyes. She
wears too much make-up, but sometimes that's okay.
She compares me to her children and tells me I'm
so bright, but I am greasy hair and yesterday's
makeup, ragged nails gripping the seams in her
worn couch. She is innocent and I am too high
to function, but not high enough to swim.
She thinks that she can save me, you know, so I
tell her of tsunamis, of rising tides, of the
dark flood that hides away until it can drown me
from inside. She says empty overused phrases like
the boy who says he loves me, but really only wants
something to say. It's okay, I'm not looking for an
answer anymore. "Sounds like you have some iss