The ticking of the clock, wait no. Those ticks and tocks are birds chirping, day is already breaking and I haven’t slept an ounce. Help? Mr.Sandman come and stay awhile, have a drink, lets get to know each other, please? I need you now, it’s day two still waiting for rest. Keep me company on these long nights and tell me when will the coffee be ready?
Her cries pierce the monotone hum of the air conditioner. She needs help? No, overreaction? Stop these cries, oh please. Please? Let her innocent spirit sleep tonight, just one night. Please? Hide the tears of a restless child. Shield her dreams from the reality she lives in. Keep her nose from ruining my tshirt as I hug her so tight Because I might cry, Again. Please? She is...
When you have a crazy friend remember, it might just be a matter of time before they turn on YOU. Before they forget any bond or love or care you had for THEM. The moment all the demons that have been in them find release in rage, in fists, in screams, and hate all headed at YOU. Words will be of no use, for they have lessons to be…. learned.
Please take care, Remember that this skin is not leather; I am not built of gears and biomechanics. I am but a sunflower. Growing and reaching for the sun. Stem so strong but your harsh winds of Insults, laden with bitter acid rains. Wear and Tear and Eat at my leaves, like an infectious caterpillar. Holes shine bright through my great leaves, pieces of petals covered in pollen scatter...
There’s this seed.
And it’s growing. Digging roots into chest. A heart cavity vase. Thorns shred tissue, Yet such beauty in pain. Buds flourish with each pounding of the heart Crimson petals Drop Drop Drop . . . Entangled in veins. Is it all in vane?
Fingers tingle with energy that’s been flowing since the dawn of time. Perched at an edge Pushed by a flutter of wind Sweat crawls up the collar… Oh how the sun shines Shine on me. Me.
Did you know I wanted to be a model?
Spit truth, please.
Just be real. One night stand or holding hands? Why do I even bother…
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You’re a slave to money then you die I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah, No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I’m here in my mold I am here in my mold But I’m a million different...
Look Like Barbie, Smoke Like Marley.
Which is it.
Am I lacking? Or just slacking? On dreams So close in mind and unachieved.
I will only apologize this/ to you./The women of my respect,/and strength./You made me./ I’m sorry I am not…./”normal.”
Read this! Our Bloodstained Roof, a comic by Ryan... →
Stare me over Embrace me, a touch to know that My crawling and persistence is not My crawling and persistence is not br /> Unreturned.
I can’t continue apologizing for me. I didn’t leave you in a time of tragedy if anything it kept me on longer. Love can exist without relationship. I can’t be your only ray of hope, I’m not out to be that, its a standard I dont want to be held too. I feel trampled on by the guilt that is your threates of what will become of you without me. How can you do that to me?! I...