Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.
Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.
He wants to do everything with me and all at once And when it’s over we will start again just like it is the first Because hour by hour he’s the only who knows how to taunt He fills me up with hunger, then feeds me to his wants
My falls to you a Band-Aid Rocks stumbling from a mountain, in an escapade And worry? It’s just my hair in a double braid And crying, it’s just another hand of charade You say my tears taste like lemonade; Add some kisses and the sun will play!
You and I are the hills, the great drive, up and down these feels
We need to just make an extra game out of me fucking up and every time I do we put a dollar in a cup and once it’s filled up we go do something fun with it.
I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.
Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀
Sorry, not sorry.
I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.
But ideas.
And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….
Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.
I feel like all these moments need to be documented in scripture.
I need some lamb skin, I’ve got ink and a pen.
I feel it is my atoms popping into and out of existence and every three weeks bleeding out of me, painfully. My mind see’s eternity in you. And feels it too, puts my mind at ease. The ovaries too.
I love you.
I haven’t replaced my biology with big Pharma or plastic and I feel you through and through.
Your vibration like string theory.
Cuz it is real.
The multi-verse too.
Never once believed in the big bang theory.
The great pyramid scheme- TV, Consumerism, Money = slavery
Sorry- If there are multi-verses out there and it’s clear there’s other universes out there , I hope they’re doing a better job than we are, because we’ve been around for 6 billion years but somehow we’ve been manipulated to believe that we’ve only been around for 2000 years…
For what it’s worth- asteroid Apophis is real, and she is swing dancing with earth, she’s been here before!!!!
Saint Petey said “April 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” and he named her Apophis (all end)
He regretted getting the Alpha and Omega tattoos tattooed on his hands one night when he was drunk but he had a bad ticker too.
Thanks for supporting the little gal! I’m going through some weird self-loathing stage but I’m sure it’s because my dad died, this pandemic, isolation, depression, nearly getting kidnapped, my PTSD and anxiety on full alert, my hormones raging wild like a stallion, jealousy, and possibly even the fact that I need to get to the store for more carbs and protein for the booty gain rebound fitness diet. I’m out of chocolate. Blasphemy. The great thing about this diet, it includes loads of food. 🙂
Resistance training is no joke. Back to sharing workout vids next week.
Need more protein for the booty gains. Getting ready to add proper ankle and wrist weights to the bounce routine.
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I ordered some shiny leggings. I can’t wait for them to arrive. I hope they fit.
Shiny leggings!!!
My motivation to keep working on booty gains.
I also have a shoe fetish but I hate wearing shoes.
Unless it’s Docs.
But I have a ridiculous shoe fetish. So, gonna be updating the shoe wardrobe soon as well!
Would you know that Trent Reznor was never going to get married either and now he’s on like baby number 5 with MariQueen- I mean they have not stopped to take a fucking break.
I need some passion
*dies on street*
Rest easy my love
I’m not happy in my cage of loneliness. But I’m also just fed up with cheap sex, head games, and gaslighting.
I may very well be the last living creature who embodies the true free love spirit.
Ya me
*dies*
I’ve been searching for truth / and I haven’t been getting anywhere 🎵🎶🎵
Just didn’t want my love to be some sort of anchor that sinks your ship…
Mine has a few patched holes and may sink but you’re welcome to hop on board. It’s not a ship. More like some trash floating in the ocean I found to keep from drowning.
If you want some life advice?
You don’t have to live with your choices forever. And you don’t need to make new permanent ones.
You don’t actually have to sink with your ship and it’s okay to save yourself.
People grow and people change and they grow stagnant in their relationships and complacent and that’s why the love dies. You have to work at keeping the love alive and people aren’t really capable of doing that, some people are, some people have mastered it.
Love is a garden you gotta continue to water.
Stuff doesn’t make you happy.
Love is all you need?
I would really like a chance to find out. 😏
I’ve literally never been loved. By anyone. Or anything.
But hey, I recognize you. Or sorrow.
If I’m just some fling thrill ride, you don’t gotta cut my fins when you are done do you?
Can you be the one guy on Earth who doesn’t hurt me? And on purpose? Because you’re bored? Or soulless and evil?
I’m trying to find a safe place.
If you’re hurting, I’m sorry. I hope you find resolution. And peace.
You deserve happiness. Love. Fireworks. All the things.
It’s full on blues in my head. Another freestyle. Welp.
Butt is getting firm. Hair is getting long. Progress is slow is progress. Spiral out, keep going… 🙂 This ass has lived all over the world and 1984 is now.
America is becoming more and more a Hitler state and I’m stepping out of politics right now.
Stay woke
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Starting to remember I have a little bit of worth. Many soldiers struggle with purpose when they return to civilian life broken. Hence the pandemic of suicides on the rise.
I don’t make up the statistics, I’m just trying to avoid becoming one.
Glass fell from the sky today. Since the end of the world started, I got struck by lightning in my Jeep, saw a 6-minute double rainbow, and now it just randomly started hailing over my little area today. Like Eeyore. Not all of my city, just a small area over my head.
Only I can’t tell if Thor is angry at me or just pinching me. Like “hey little sister, get yer act together, this is end times”
And then there’s those times I hear Chris Cornell, Jim Morrison, and Layne Staley singing. Full band and all.
No wonder I’m seeking the peace and quiet again, I need the music of the Gods.
I’ve lost me mind?
Seeking a friend for the end of the world?
I mean, it’s all downhill from here anyway.
Cruising my way into delirium?
Head first into love?
*dives in*
That’s it. You have to DIVE IN to a black hole. Not feet first. Dive into that bitch!
We’re 2000 light-years CLOSER to the center of the black hole in the center of our galaxy than we calculated.
Wait until they say, oh we’re even closer.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear?
Does NASA ever account for that?
THEY MURDERED THEIR CREW, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION.
IF IT’S BOEING, I AIN’T GOING!
All them times of flying in a panic, it was a legit panic. I’m not going crazy.
There’s so much gaslighting.
I have been disassociating a lot and it does literally take acts of nature to f****** wake me up.
Or like the Stuxnet virus. Jesus fucking Christ. Scariest film I ever saw. That shit is happening under our nose. But they hate us they f****** hate us but I’m glad we were able to get them to shut down 50 the 100 nuclear power plants they opened up.
Oh shit, I went into politics. Checking back out and back into disassociating and writing poetry again.
And it’s okay that you don’t know what I’m talking about because I’m a soldier I’m supposed to know things that you don’t know and I’m scared about things that you should be scared about that you don’t know but I’ve been fighting for our f****** protection on.
And when I get yelled at about my skin color or my f****** illness, I just have to remember that I signed away my rights for 15 years to serve my country for assholes like that…
So they could have the right to say that but if he’d only say that to my face…
I look up sometimes to find you plagued by my dreams The way you stroke my wound with metaphor and rhyme You pull heaven down in strings And stitch hope to my spine
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Better than coffee, slippery when wet oh wait, wrong analogy 😋
You do more than perk me up. Carving new channels of longing…
Are we still talking about coffee? I really need some coffee. You know what I mean? COFFEEE
People get addicted to coffee and people get addicted to people. But people addictions are way stronger. Like I don’t see people dying by suicide because they didn’t get Starbucks today.
I suffer from depression and I realize in hindsight that’s probably a tacky thing to say but it’s true. Like I can go days and days without eating and it’s cool, like no big deal, fuck life, but make me go one more day without love and nurturing and like oh my God, I’m ready to f****** die….
Chemicals. 😏
I mean, all of this, all of creation, over some fucking gas. It’s mind boggling.
It’s energy though. Manifesting itself in the most beautiful and cruel ways.
Ever notice how everything is always falling downwards?
Gravity gravity, I’m not talking about no apple falling from a tree.
Sagittarius A* – that supermassive black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy that our Sun is orbiting. *bites nails*
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I’m a Soldier. I kinda rely on the stars to get around. Kinda like a sailor. But now the stars can’t be seen and I’m too dependent on the air that I breathe.
But then reality sets in that I very well could die like my dad or Edgar Allan Poe.
*sobs*
Under the streets of Pariee in the catacombs – risking end-all for this photo of me with some of the skull and bones. And weird fact: this sort of stench is euphoric to me because I’m a vampire (well maybe it’s just because I’m like “every other white girl”)… And I got yelled at by two French Parisian guards for stepping on Jim Morrison’s graveTHANK YOU OH LORD FOR THE WHITE BLIND LIGHT (kissing the tomb of Jim Morrison)I had to lay down completely flat to get this shot of the Eiffel Tower on my 35 millimeter camera. Ahhh Pariee, I miss thee. Me on top of the world, having a right panic, because I’m afraid of heights, and the Eiffel Tower sways. I spent a few nights in Paris, but I don’t have many photos remaining. I’ve lived 1000 years. Vagabond. Unknown Soldier actually. ✌A shot a took from on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris France In the rearview mirror with my 35 mm camera on the streets of ParisAt a cafe in Paris near Pere lachaise CemeteryA different story- that time I got to talk to Robby Krieger and John Densmore on a rock line for a very long time and then I got a signed CD in the mail by Robby Krieger.. Six Flags Belgium. That ride terrified me and I also got addicted to the Belgian chocolates while I was living in Germany and I was only 15 minutes away from the border of France. La la la
Okay, that’s enough of “getting to know me”. Yuck. Vampires prefer being elusive or maybe that’s just “every other white girl” I don’t know anymore, maybe all of my problems are due to the fact that I’m f****** “WHITE”… 🤔
Or maybe we all bleed the same and he’s just a fucking ASSHOLE.
And yes I’m still feeling some kind of way about being attacked for being WHITE and SICK with an ILLNESS.
And I wish he’d just come say that s*** to my face so I could drop kick him in the face with my steel-toed boots. Then I wouldn’t be feeling some kind of way.
I guess I’ll just have to put my feelings into another TikTok so it’ll get all of 5 views.
I dream of your kiss It covers me like sunrise Adorn me with your bliss I’m living life through your eyes Troubled are these lips I’m wishing I were your skies Moving are these hips An ode to love I symbolize
These desires are but air we are breathing Am I to always be on the other side – Of the fence leaning? Peering into dreams But never quite reaching The sky, my dreams- Or comprehension of the teaching It never stops the sun from needing Stretching far into the expanse Until we all are bleeding And will I come undone – When you no longer need me? Why even bother breathing?
I always thought I’d get a coffin when I die But just like Edgar Allan Poe, I don’t own a dime
I am light-years away from life Traveling into the never Closer to the epicenter of strife Death and dying they are a knife
Sometimes he will arrange a letter In such ways where I feel better Or moments as today Going under Holding my breath But not in wonder Scared of too much thunder
Upon us now the Great Reset On asteroid 99942 I do place my bet
Tidal forces Different courses Stupid choices Silent voices
Love is foreign Blood is poison Mostly morbid Life is horrid
The Great Reset is upon us And so too Apophis And your words that gut “He said, she said”, what! I think I’m going nuts Well, I think I’ve heard enough Well, I think I’ve hurt enough The Great Reset The Great Regret
Oh, please simmer my storm I know you feel warm Let me wrap around your arm I won’t cause you any harm
People only value what they can fake What they can take What they can break
I am razors, wrapped in a necklace, on a chain And I think I’ve lived forever, but I never learned your name And this love it comes with fever, for I think I’ve gone insane
You know she’d bring a gun to a knife fight She is shallow Like the low light Or little value A black hole Lurking in the night
Tell me How you plan to chart a course, with no wind upon your sail?
Break me free from chains that bind Carving channels of agony through my mind Leaving trails of doubt all over time
I need a break from being taunted When every single step I take is haunted Like every word you forsake My heart unwanted
There are roads still being drawn Places we have never gone Got my nose set for dawn One Zero Three Sunset drive My soul lives where you died
From existence to nothingness How quick you did dismiss
Now I’m absolved of worthiness?
Monsters latching on the tit Evil queen Unholy thing Evil’s it
Don’t cover my bones with remorse Time is texture and it’s coarse Racing by like a dark horse Still you focus on the quartz
It’s like you’re moving in reverse You tell the sky what is worse You tell me dying just won’t work Then gift me heaven wrapped in curse
I write these words for him But who do they absorb? I right these wrongs to swim Regret I can’t afford I’m shinning light so dim Though through the dark his escort
I sometimes wonder how many more times I will go private before all-end Is this my way of turning the light on and off the way FrownGarden did? 🤔 Under a cloud of sorrow is where we all hid I’ve been crying since I was a kid 👀
I’m deserted on point Nemo
Maid of regret. Maid of sorrow. Made for tears.
I feel my days are numbered And even less my wonder I cannot feel the thunder And I feel I’m caving under
You were my abode Watchful eyes steal my home Things they don’t own They don’t know The dark secrets he’s sewn
He thinks he can just leave and disconnect But fate has us all by the neck
Go ahead and put me on the exile I will still find you in the next aisle 👀
He could have carved canyons with my love Rushing through the forest There was nothing I wouldn’t of done
He mattered when everything was meaningless But in return, I was nothingness
Do all roads lead to sorrow? Will I find you here tomorrow?
He sank me like the Titanic He was an iceberg in the transatlantic And I in a panic Rushed headfirst to it Now life is manic
I am a dead sea A red sea A bad seed Devolving Unsolving Dead, see?
I’m dying So he showed me how he cared by digging my grave
The great divide Between you and I
Where do I reside? When now is a fleeting cloud The ‘here and now’ Another shroud
Was once the wise, But twice the fool Had sense with eyes Then fell for cruel Seen through the guise You act a tool
My belief in him has waned Like a faucet My faith was quickly drained And I a junkie His lies were gently veined And now a comet My wings can’t be contained
I am a sharp summit Still he climbs And August feels so hopeless He never minds And hope is hard to summon Still he finds
I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?
(A 3D version of me)
We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.
We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔
Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.
next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here(-)
I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world
He falls like snow Gently weeping Hope crystallized White and pristine And do my wings fall deeply Leaving patterns unstained Just memories to remain He comes like cold December waving Celestial dreaming Calm and endless
This way to sorrow This way to despair This way to desolation This way to nobody cares
Was that your shadow leaping over my dream? What were you thinking while abandoning me?
The system is rigged everywhere Just leave me where I fell
The world is a drainpipe There’s not enough pills to gaslight It’s a battlehill And you make me ill
Was your vein not thick with poison Blood curdled and coagulated I pulled out every thorn Your heart turned into a floodgate
I need 1 sun-moon cycle where I’m not disturbed 24 hours of peace preferred
How easy he would come to me But what would he find? Scars and bits of broken pieces Unfiltered creases The ugly kind?
I don’t care about your joyrides Or do I?
What will I be known for? How I died? Suicide? But never the reasons for why I cried?
Dear Mother,
You only taught me how to suffer
Didn’t I write words of worth When you were nothing more than a speck of dust When any sun would bring you dirt I took the pain and made it work When all the world thought you a jerk I drank the blood and made you smirk When you were nothing on this on this earth I turned your no into a must
Drowning on rage Too much air in this cage
Warning signs were posted I suppose they go ignored He was a Japanese suicide forest And hope unexplored
How much times passes while you collate? Working around the second hand What kills the ache? Was it your best move? Or the worse you’ll ever make?
Harvest my disgust It’s fully ripened Polish off the dust You’ll find a diamond
I posted this poem as a photo in my Instagram story and someone immediately replied “yes” which implied he liked the poem but then it dawned on me that people don’t realize how original my content is, as I just COINED the term/phase.
It has never been written or said before (to my knowledge). But the majority of people who post on Instagram plagiarize, especially those who like to post a pretty photo with a saying that doesn’t belong to them and it’s not in quotation marks or anything. Welp. So I replied to him that it was an original term that I just wrote and he said he’d “buy it” LOL.
But, it is a name I have given my love, for he stems from the bowels of hell, now known as “The Below”. Hell has a new name and he is Lord of The Below.
I coined the term/phrase Lord of Below. It’s also another way to describe depression. Which I often write about. I’m deep below currently in fact, hence the poem.
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For those inquiring, it is a pink crystal, with energetic healing properties. Specifically, a rose quartz. I have various stones and crystals I use for meditation. What do you do to center?
I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.
Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.
In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.
I have 8 followers on TikTok and I am going up against Big Bro and his shadowbans so yeah, I am grateful you took the time to watch my 30-second TikTok (which actually took me hours to make not including rehearsal times)! 👀
I am pushing through roadblocks like stage fright and anxiety, shadowbans, and others making fun of me and what I’m doing.
But I have seen way worse tiktoks and I’m doing something original. I’m trying.
I do hope to get better at making clever video but right now my tricks are just pulling out my creative writing tool bag and dousing you with words and a little bit of drama.
Do they teach how to make TikTok videos in school now? Because I’m going up against some fierce competition and I am truly grateful for your plays! 😍
12 hours in and it had already received 350 plays plus a couple boys making fun of it! When I asked him what he had against poetry he said he didn’t know “idk”. I guess this was the first time he has ever even heard spoken word poetry? I’m pushing TikTok boundaries?
Can it reach 500 plays in under 24 hours? It’s nearly there with several hours to go! We’re at hour 17! C’mon! 😍
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You belong on some foreign land, speaking languages of the old, forgotten gods In some haunted and forsaken land Where your reign has better odds Speaking words I’ll never understand Cuz your lies they come in squads!
I made a new Reel for this new poem!!! I know everyone crosses platforms and shares tiktok on Instagram and reels on tiktok but whatever- if I get 30 views on this new reel, I’ve decided I’m going to be happy with that. Because if 30 people showed up to watch what I did in a room, I would freak f*cking out.
Edgar’s bones are rattling, I think he’s been moved! (This literally did happen to him- come to think- but that’s not what I mean). I’m just trying to keep the rhyme tradition alive and I reside in modern times.
Smitten by words
You can ghost me, we still live on the same planet and in the same galaxy. Sucker!
One day you are going to die and I am going to die but the question remains now: who is going to become dust faster?
Gotcha thinking!
Welp.
Some idiot on Insta insulted my ass again. He said I was living rent-free up in his mind but he was stalking my profile m’kay. Stop lying. Blocked. And thanks for the workout motivation and compliment. 👍
Here a narcissist, there a narcissist, the devil comes in two
How about this new poem I wrote tho, eh? Oh, you don’t want to let me know that I swoon you in any shape or fashion? Hence, it matters not cuz Edgar Allan Poe, yo.
Goddess of Poetry
I am an elite rhyming poet in this century and I feel like I’ve written enough decent rhyme to make my mark in that category and to call myself A REAL POET.
It may take 200 years for anyone to acknowledge that fact. But I’m having a real go at it anyway.
Your walls of trust are ruin Still the moss is green in our garden There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried Iron walls to keep off enemy My lips are gold and clean I’m still your sunbeam Leaning on the moon My roots dug into you The tombs are crumbling Regret is ivy Black holes are spinning too They have mass like the weight of you Time has turned into quicksand Every place you’ve been I’m not calling on a friend From lie to dust My blood is rust But the starlight It keeps rushing through With every thought of you My lips are gates of doom
I know why Edgar Allan Poe died heartbroke on the street. I know your secrets. Dig into the crust and search its layers, love is still found.
Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.
There may not be a grave for you to visit when I die. Or a blog. People die and vanish from history. Am I fading from existence with your every breath? Where does the light go inside you?Have you already forgotten me? Tell me how easy? Click click erase?
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No matter what step I take, it’s always the wrong one.
I never had a proper upbringing, I guess I won’t have a fucking honorable death either will I?
I’d be lucky to have 7 people attend my funeral (like dear Edgar A. Poe) and I guarantee 5 of em’ will be my enemies there to celebrate my death and piss on me.
It’s a good thing I’m going to fucking drown myself in the sea.
Problem solved. And 1 mysterious death in bound.
Checkmate.
This time, I AM GHOSTING YOU.
Scouting an old cemetery in Florida yesterdayWent exploring an old cemetery yesterday in an attempt to do an upcoming cosplay shoot. It took my dad dying for me to learn that not everybody gets a tomb or a grave. 👍
I’m going through some heavy shit right now (alone and during a pandemic) so if you’re out there punishing me… 👎👎
It’s not even called a cemetery, it’s called a mount (a hill). I walked up that mount yesterday looking at tombs that have been destroyed with time and hurricanes, some abandoned and others well kept.
I don’t know why I assumed that everyone got a tomb when they died, but they don’t. Ash become many in the wind.
I still have a lot to learn about death. Realizing my dad wasn’t going to get a tomb after how he died was a big fucking light bulb.
My dad had been dead for days before he was found and you don’t know what that sort of information does to a human being.
And then reading how Edgar Allan Poe’s families just tossed him in an unmarked grave in a fucking box ho ho ho.
So life sucks. Dying sucks. And death sucks too.
When I was a kid me and my grandmother would travel around and visit different cemeteries and look at the tombs, seeing entire famalies buried on the same day, and imaging how they must have died. Sometimes she would catch me in the hole of where someone had been buried but was moved due to racism and segregation which still occurs in Mississippi. She thought it weird but I liked the smell. I still like to wander cemeteries though, reading the tombs and visiting the dead.
But it seems being buried is for the rich. And eventually Earth isn’t even going to exist. It does my mind in.
You’re a slave, Neo.
I don’t have anybody to love me while I’m alive so why can I assume that there will be anybody to love me when I’m dead…
I don’t know if I can endure another X amount of years of existence being invisible or soley alive to pay bills and be nothing more than a toy or sex object.
Take the air from where I breathe He will never notice me
There you go again Breaking my heart For just a thrill It’s overkill
A thousand times over You have made your point And I know I am never what you sought Though lurking I am aching where you haunt Through searching Though every tear was bought
Age of despair But like an ember I flare him up Because I care And I’ve no defense From getting burned everywhere
I was in alliance with ineptitude
Love is like the beginning and the end. Alpha omega. I love you. I’ll kill you. But I love you forever.
You look like you are dying Bu you are already dead
As above, so below My aura is here to glow
This great depression.
There will be no headstone No grave From life to dust I’m not okay (RIP daddy)
Where are you? In every molecule? The early morning dew? The air I breathe on lonely avenue?
Where are you? If not but in every dream I dream? Clinging to the in-between? Wondering if I can be seen?
All God is woe.
My bed is overrated.
I don’t know where to begin so I’d rather not start at all…
Where have the best years of my life gone
At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been- And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in (re: black hole)
I got cigarette burns on my skin Black holes where he’s been There’s cold creeping in A hundred reasons why I sin
You’re just her whipping boy You’re a tool You want to be her toy You’re a fool
I know not what holds him here I am a dry sponge, brittle The way time taunts me Like I am little
Give me a veil Let’s rest in hell
I got secrets that would disown me The way he’s unholy Still that’s my only
I wish Sagittarius A* would put on his parking breaks Throw me into another galaxy if that’s what it takes
I am a living statue To darkness, his bride (Well that’s a lie) Still isn’t he by my side?
It’s so dark on the inside Maybe why I cry
Banned under the same sunbeam From things I’ve seen Those things I’ve seen are haunting me
Take away the ray Take away the ray It’s burning
Chained to existence Wishing I didn’t remember you That’s coming too I won’t remember who
My eyes are sunspots Turning grey From things you say
Married to hopelessness Decay Mourning Sorrow Despair Isolation Loneliness Quantum confusion Heartache Wilderness Wonder Beauty Longing Truthfulness Purity Humanity All entities The air we breathe The hope we seek The light we keep
She built an empire on a pyramid scheme. She’s an evil queen.
The world can burn for all I care.
Sometimes Even under soft moons Or enduring high noons There will be casualties of war
And even when I face doom And circling is his tomb I believe there is love within his core
He’s been charged with possession of stolen property; my heart.
In the beginning there was nothingness. Now in the end, nothing is.
The only lines I cross are rhyme.
You are the cold emptiness of space Absolute zero You are the reason I lay in waste You’re not a hero
Come to me By frothy sea Shine your light I fancy thee
I was born into confusion Believe this, believe that It’s all delusion Best theory or illusion
I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running Your lies only come by the dozen You can knock but you can’t come in The darkness covers all but it’s my coven You ain’t welcome here again
You fool How desolate and awkward your thoughts lead you Rising plumes of gloom And I an idiot more To watch how hope you consume Bereft of pulse A necrophiliac You lifted pen then I had life But then you call creation strife But I died again after witnessing your child and wife
I’m a rib from your side A curse like Dracula’s bride Or Bonnie and Clyde I drink your love like cyanide Mixed with hope and rhyme
I am a dead sea A red sea A bad seed Devolving Unsolving Dead, see?
Death do us part
I’m tired of defending my actions against your lies From sunup to sundown I am wise I can see clearly with these eyes You can’t erase these cries
Loving him is a sentence to death row.
Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?
Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy? You let me crash on your soul in frenzy I’m dizzy Did you not need me?
Did you know moons were glowing with envy? Heartache cost not a penny But I got plenty If you need any?
Distance is The love we keep And even further The solution we seek
Life’s a waiting room Give my wound a womb Erase the moon Erect my tomb You are full doom
Now I owe you nothing Soul paid I’m reduced to hurting
Oh! What heavens I could reach with your arms!
Did you know when I look up I find you stargazing into my soul You know where every prayer goes
Dear Edgar, I can’t live without my love either But he is lost in the ether I can’t reach him neither
Edges of time his mind I go missing every time His rhyme Holding me to crime His line Wishing on a dime
Not everyone is created equal Like the ones who pull out fast then take it slow Those aren’t my kind of people
Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met Heaven is risky but I took the step You feel like eternity in an instance Gotta keep our distance
A tired but clean peach. I recently started a new workout routine and you can watch my progress on Instagram. See the uncensored photos on my OF. I’ve just introduced nude digiart on my OF! I’m still in the top 50 so thank you! 💞
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I know you come to me From windswept dunes Hollow and calloused from time You keep crawling And I a mirage you are hauling Like dying dreams painted golden filigree Am I unholy? The way you hold me Like butterfly wings You’re now unfolding Reflections cast like starlight You keep me glowing
Do y’all get tired of my similes? The comparisons? Because Gwen Stefani uses the word “like” in every other word just talkin’ and I’m actually trying to use mine in a creative way. I’m just wondering how many people out there are actually annoyed at my creativity? Asking for a friend.
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How do I find freedom when I am shackled to your will? And lonely do I travel when I’m crawling up your hill How I linger in your shadow ’til you give me light to feel And hour after hour I am at a standstill
I don’t know who is who? Turn the boy purple, he’s still you? And that one on the corner, he is too? In fact, multiple the number, now there’s a few? Or maybe there is no one, my eyes can’t trust the view?
PoeEternal 