Sunday, November 25, 2007

just some stuff.

i've been screwed over by you so many times
that i think you should switch to nails.
and just nail my coffin up tight.


oh, pretty little girl.
you're nothing special.
you're never great.
youre just the girl
no one appreciates.

thanks for listening
to me cry.
thanks for holding my hair
when i drank too much that night.
thanks for the bandaid on my wrists,
sewing my heart together at the seams.
thanks for making me drink tons of water to make up for
lost time and tears.
you were always dependable throughout the years.

Friday, November 23, 2007

tragic tradition.

this is a tragic tradition of slit, slit,
nick, nick, my, my wrist,
oh, so healthy habits of hate.
never bothered to check the date.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

hateful holidays.

don't call me with a kiss when the ball drops.
i hope you choke on your christmas cookies and
burn the those hallmark cards your fireplace,
when the snow's coming down,coming down fast.
i hope you get coal in your stocking.
happy new years baby. i hope it's filled with more lies
than the past year. send the record through the roof.
i hope your tree catches on fire and leaves you loveless.
i hope that strangle yourself in lights, and the radio
plays the same songs every night.
i hope you get frostbit and your fingers fall off.
i hope someone ices the sidewalks by your house and
hot chocolate burns your tongue.
merryless christmas.
i hope you run over to the mall to get your photo taken
with the red man, and he refuses to see you because
you're not worth it.
you're slut and santa knows. ho. he knows. ho.
so this is why i am taking my time and
wishing you hateful holiday.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

you're a bitch.
die in your sleep.
no wait. i dont want that guilt
but go away.
i won't miss you.
fuckingass.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

WAIT!
remembered.

with you i'm always left guessing and second chancing.
its like a twisted game of trying to find a needle in a haystack.

silent minds speak louder words than you could ever say.
you're dumber than you appear and they are smarter than you think.
its all a silly hoodwink.
i had a few more.
i just forgot to write 'em down.
fiddlesticks.
if you are going to mock me,
by all means go ahead.
in the end the jury will win
and the gavel will sound and
you will be left in exile or
perhaps in jail dead.
hiding coke in a cross and praying no one noticed.
you're the only saint going to hell.
i've had enough of your god damn lies.
save your breathe for the devil.

write your sins in red pen.
the devil kills the churchmen
and asked you were you've been.
in-grown heart,
drowning in antiseptics of forgotten dreams.
don't forget to tell yourself things are not as they seen.
hidden underground.
cut your excuses, cut my hearts to bits.
you the doctor who couldn't save anyone let alone himself.

we all have problems.
lets not pretend that you haven't started any.

Friday, November 9, 2007

i love how you just respect me and what i want.

sdoldskljlkdfssjklsdj. mood: apathetic

you always have these comments to say, try to live your life this way..
follow your own advice and maybe it will lead you in the right direction
right off some cliff.


i dont need my life to be witting exaggerated.
i don't need your less than barbie remarks.
i don't need for your life to make a fool of mine.
i don't need you.
i never will.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

today was a bad day.
i am a terrible writer.
i wonder why i try.

o joy to the school desks and the names that cut to the quick.

techocolored dreams, and sun-drenched stars.
this infinity of pure light made my eyes heavy
and my love hopeless.



everything heard was a lie and the sad, pathetic
thing about this is for a moment i believed in you.



dear,Next Mother Theresa.
oh, you're a saint.
you really are.
killing me with my bruised up heart.
i hope your cannoniztion is nitroglycerinly beautiful.
love, Your [dead] Friend who you stabbed with a cross and sealed her coffin with a kiss.




my heart was shattered and those butterflies lay dead.

Monday, November 5, 2007

math is as simple as: a+134-cb/ vgfh=love.

i got bored in math.

your tiny heart wasn't
big enough for my love.
your quirks were too
much for me.
your crazy insanity,
drove you out of my reality.





black tongues cursed with evil words.
your tricks never worked.
thirds beat the golden boy winner in record time.
your heart was lead-shackled, and sank.
that golden feather crime won over and
put you to shame.
the beating in my mind finally ceased to irk.


i dont know. shut up.

diamonds are a girl's best friend. too bad for you all your friends hated you.

diamond heart,
cold as ice,
unbreakable.
you'll never give into his love.
no one will ever be able to pay your price.
golden key- so many locks.
you were always the gem in his young life.