From dudes ghosting me to trying to kidnap me off the street- I just ain’t feeling right…
Know what I mean?
You ever have some guy wait for you to come out of the store and then exit their vehicle and chase you down the sidewalk and then not take two no’s for an answer?
He actually went “hmmm” and started looking around the parking lot.
This is after I’ve told a stranger no TWICE that I did not want to go for a ride with him.
He still hadn’t left.
Now he’s going “hmmm” and his eyes are scanning the front door and parking lot.
He then looks back at me and my facial expression read: is this the part you now grab me and I fight back
He said “alright” despairingly and left. Finally. But it was the longest seconds of my life. Too many seconds after the second no was issued. Too many.
I spent the next 20 minutes or an hour believing he was following me and wouldn’t drive any route home.
I have not recovered.
You ever have a guy wait for you to leave the store, exit his vehicle, run down the sidewalk, and not take no for an answer?
And then watch him scope out in contemplate if he’s going to take you or not?
In broad daylight?
I don’t like getting out. It’s too dangerous being this dainty and cute.
I need a bodyguard. Hence, I’m packing weight soon.
Know what I mean?
I got a girl you want to meet her? Her name is 9 millimeter…
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.
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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
Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇
I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤
*sobs*
My tears are burning
😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭
Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.
Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.
Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭
It’s purgatory 😭😭😭
But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.
Gonna die unloved.
Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.
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
Have you ever felt the cold night move over you like fog Like lace covered in unholy smog You’re not the boy at all I thought You’re not the hope that I had sought
The Great Expansion The Great Divide The Great Unearthing All I despise
From written word to analog Or being threatened to back off Then having no dialogue I guess I’ve been miscataloged
I once held him like constellations I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s
I was a most avid reader Growing like cedar Never needed a breather Now I am neither
Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her? Every hour the sun is growing dimmer. Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner. Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.
Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer? Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner? The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer. If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.
Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.
It’s finally cold enough in Florida for winter hats. (I’ll make any excuse to wear a hat, sometimes 3 at a time. I iz weirdo).
Our love is science fiction I wrap your love around my vein It’s called addiction Still the power you contain I’ve got affliction But I love you all the same So I keep wishing On stars I knew your real name And I keep itching In places where you came A crucifixion But I lie and call it rain A contradiction When the truth makes my soul wane
Why do you block the tide from receding? Was it not the love you were needing? Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding? Every hour you appeared for the feeding?
Why do you not place repentance on my altar? Why am I barely head above water? Feeling my existence ever growing smaller You want her to feel taller?
Who am I writing for anymore? To whom do these words belong?? I don’t know if I can distinguish the dream world from the real world anymore.
Neo helps.
Morpheus:
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
The Matrix
What if you couldn’t distinguish the dream world from the real world?
I mean the only positive news that has come out of 2020 is the fact that the Matrix 4 is coming out and I’m trying to stay alive for that shit (it’s only news that they’re making another one- doesn’t mean the movie is coming out in 2020).
Can you teach me how to not worship you???? Before I go to New Orleans and see a voodoo doctor and start casting spells on you????????? Cuz, I mean, it’s moving up on the to-do-list, FYI.
Fool. I don’t know if you’re my kryptonite or what, but I’d take a fucking bullet for you ( I prefer offense and saving though, that’s what I’m efficiently trained to do).
I literally want to just leap Into Your Existence and wrap my entire body around you in a hug. I don’t think that’s normal response. I’m like a wild fucking animal. You like- turn me into a werewolf on a full moon. Can I ravage you?????
Fuck. I can’t breatheeeeee.
There ain’t a pill in heaven that makes me feel as good as your fucking existence.
Blocking is like putting a fence up for your own protection. So I don’t fucking turn all werewolf on you.
Cuz I do have a little bit of werewolf blood in me too. 🙂
I do stupid shit like howl at the moon- but once you’ve been sleeping in fox holes in a war zone in the middle of the fucking desert in Iraq for months at a time – yeah bitch howl til your heart’s content.
Did I tell y’all I caved after 9 months and broke my New Year’s resolution of not dying my hair by dying my hair Black Number 1 just in time for Halloween? I dids! 😂My hair is still growing long. Not allowing another hairdresser to touch my hair cuz they’re all just average and do everything I ask them not to do. Never gonna Botox my lines. I earned every one of those. For the record, most of the girls that are idolized online have fake long hair, fake nails, ect but this is what guys prefer which is why I have little to no support… I’m “real”. I still feel like a true goddess, you know, the kind the world has abandoned for being “too good” or “too opinionated” or for simply being “too me”. These snaps don’t show the blackness of the black. But glad to be back black. It’s my favorite color and my mom and sister have the color naturally. Nope, not me. Just had to be different. AKA difficult. Despite all the enemies made and hate in the world, I recently managed to turn 42 years of age, without one gray fucking hair or piece of plastic in my body… SORRY NOT SORRY. GO AHEAD AND DENY ME FOR NOT MEETING YOUR FAKE BEAUTY STANDARDS.
To him: I love you still so much tho, even when I’m no longer around to say. And you should print these because it’s not true about things staying online forever. I’ll always wonder what life with you would be like because being with you is the only life I want to live… 💞
Still crying by the way. The sloppy, eye makeup running down with my snot and tears kind of crying. I love you. Even tho you deny my existence just like the world and Judus denied Jesus Christ.
Do you also deny that someone existed with that name who got crucified? Or just that fairytale of a bible that man tries to sell you to try to keep you from acting like a beast, tho you still do, but donate to charity or the church or in other ways to ease your conscience instead (to whomever the shoe fits)?
You could try running to me instead of the bottom of the bottle.
You could try acknowledging my existence again.
Fool. I love you stewpids. So much it god damn hurts. God damn these endless tears!!!
Or deny me a third, fourth, fifth, what number are we on my love? Betrayed with a kiss. Oh, Judas…
Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide And watching you adoring her a spear into my side
Many you need but I only breathe for one And love you I may I’ll always be on the run The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun
It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing
Your words have heavy impact Formed craters from contact But now forever’s been taken back Honest is always what you lack
Hardcore truth in reality Desired is what I’ll never be Clouds of darkness chasing me Can’t undo what has been seen
Grasping at straws for a meaning Wishing for value just for an evening But cold is the hand you are leaning “I’m sorry” are words you are never repeating
I would die with you Without you dying too So begins the cycle anew Drowning in your blue
Walls, steel cage, or death I still loved you best Better than the rest You know I loved you best
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I write words for you grander than statues And still you would tear me into I collect rubble I stitch together fragments of time Your broken dreams are alive I give them life! And still you flew
I hold onto your dying breath like a pearl I show it heaven too But you are a fool
I told God you are forgetful You know not what you do But you knew Breaking my wings into Here they are for you
Wrapped and bleeding Like echoes singing Needless needing
They aren’t cherished in the places I go Still I can’t let go When I need you so
I buried my heart where you broke it Now it can’t be found I keep walking around Searching underground
I have a moral code, it’s angelic You wouldn’t get it
You keep chasing the wrong lines I’m writing overtime You keep committing crimes I’m begetting rhymes
They are gifts for a halfwit
I know it’s easier for you to slumber in hell Than chase steps to get well Heaven’s quite a long trail I went missing there
I hope one day to find my heart again My eyes grow tired from what it’s seen My feet are walking from this dream A nightmare encasing
I’m not well, can’t you tell? But like a comet I fell For you
Even angels fall Even angels crawl I am not that tall Underneath it all
It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst
I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse
Fallen Angel (self-portrait)I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.
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I am not wanted on his side of the green And so moments are missing to never be seen But lines I’ll keep writing and say what I mean As forests keep growing with us in between And lost in the woods is hope it would seem
Sunlight won’t reach beyond regret And wishing for things you never will get When you have bet zero but still have a debt He says you are nothing but does with a sweat He says he’s not looking while eyes growing wet
And now vines contain our poetry And vessels of longing out on the sea My side of town he’s always burning Blaming the sun for how he’s yearning How he wants none if he can’t have all of me
Where am I to go when your words are a maze They lead to heaven and purgatory Why do you leave pieces of your heart like breadcrumbs for me to find Did you mean to hold me in contempt The way starlight holds in my love for you I die over and over here What do you do with the pieces that break off me while carrying you A casualty of two You say you want me gone but won’t let me leave I’ve climbed every inch of these walls Blood holds them up now Coagulated and full of tears I almost saw the sun disappear forever But now confusion fills these halls I would die a thousand ways for you And have Sometimes my clouds block the view Oh, and I’m calling too “Over here, over here, see” But too many clouds wouldn’t let you do You stay so far from reach like the moon Getting close, getting closer, gone We live in the same galaxy But my escape velocity is you I nearly escaped but like an eclipse you appeared I can hear the trumpets bellow Or maybe my heart pounding under the mass of you Waking me from the nightmares you haunt I scream and hear endless echoes “Please just let me die” And die I do only to be born again crying “Please just let me die” I don’t know what’s dream or reality anymore But can hell be any more real than now? You stripped me of my wings You plucked me of my feathers You tell me I’m no good You say I’m broken anyhow Then kick me while I’m down You grab me by the throat Drag me up with your claws in my vein You say I stench of love And spit in my face You scold me and tell me there’s nothing to love here So I believe you and stop loving myself Please just let me die…
You say praying won’t make a difference I say running won’t bring repentance Now your spirit I have lamented As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented Walking away, I have been tempted I’m tired of the endless bitterness
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He’s only there to watch me suffer Feeds on sorrow like it’s supper Winter might as well be summer ‘Cuz nothing stops me going under
Please take me back to the beginning Where just for once my life had meaning My head was quiet and heart was leading And doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
Scrub my heart ’til it’s clean Love is now a fragile dream Cracked and broken at the seam Replay the start, end the scene
Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.
I iz confused. Goddess of Confusion.
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I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?
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There is no life in this blood Heartache rushing in like a flood My heart is buried in your mud And giving up, I would if I could
These streets are lined with people who are down Yet your hand is never one that can be found On broken backs you prance around And forgetting you, I probably should
It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood
Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye
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Tell me, how many do you love? Is it one, is it two, or maybe 12 from above? Tell me, who do you spend your time thinking of? Is it Sue, is it Penny, do I ever occur? Tell me, am I ever her? Is there anything about me that might make you stir?
He digs any gal with panties around their ankles. Which isn’t me. No, I’m not worth noticing at all because I’M NOT NAKED or age 13. He also needs a constant supply of “yes” people. He doesn’t live in reality. He’s delusional. And his entire life is literally centered around his cock. Every move. How will his cock get off? That’s it, that’s all he’s good for. Cumming. And not one baby… He’s basically the scum of the universe and I’m moving into the “I hate him” phase. Hey, this is HIS BED, NOT MINE. He can run and hide under another blog but he needs a spaceship to the nearest black hole. GET IN THE SEA NOW, TAKE ALL YOUR BROWN NOSES WITH YOU.
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Every tear begs to forget of his existence My heart still fights but I wish for resistance The longing now just feels like a sickness When love came about he left with a quickness
It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall Will break your heart then hide behind a wall
Courage no it’s not a look for him Forgiveness now is looking very slim He haunts my heart like a phantom limb Show him light and he will show you dim