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There was a hot girl who loved money,
With a fat wallet you need not be funny;
But age ran its course,
Without much remorse,
And she has no one to love and call honey.
There was a little boy with a bat,
Who used it to beat up his cat;
The cat ran away,
He cries in dismay,
Because the house is infested with rats.
There once was a girl who would scream,
She lied, "It's to let off some steam."
Her mom lost her hearing,
And thus lost her bearing,
So she tied her up and threw her downstream.
There was a teen girl in New York,
Her diet consisted of pork;
She got really big,
And kids called her pig,
So now she stabs at her flesh with a fork.
There once was a lady with mean words,
And she loved to throw them at birds;
The birds had a fit,
They were done with her sh**,
So they shut her mouth by dropped some turds.
There was a man with a gay son,
And in disgust his son he did shun;
The son ran away,
And still to this day,
They wonder why all he packed was a gun.
There was an
it was all in your eyesMy hair was pinned away from my eyes because I didn't want to miss anything.
When I look back on the day we met, I wish I had let my bangs down to shield my so-juvenile eyes from yours lanterns of jaded reality.
I was ordering a coffee and noticed you scribbling forcefully across a much-abused page that would have probably yielded to the pressure if not for the tables support.
As I got closer though my eyes fell across your long lashes and thin wrists and I had this desire to hold you in my arms and break your grim exterior with my need-to-please lips.
I hadn't noticed I had stopped right next to you until you glanced up. Sometimes you just can't ignore physical attraction; especially when you're barely controlling your hands from reaching out to count the freckles scattered across their cheekbones.
I thought you were so cool with your poetry and cigarettes.
Naivety made me believe that I could sew you back together; I'm good with a needle. If I held you delicately, said all
Books Break BordersI met this girl on a manga forum,
She's honestly pretty cool.
I could not lay claim to her bishie,
That was her only rule.
She tells me she's from China,
I say I'm in the UK;
I would tell her I'm American
But nobody likes us these days.
We talk almost every day,
It's smiley galore.
We like almost all the same mangas,
We're best friends to the core.
I told her I needed pants.
"I thought they called them trousers?"
Oh crap that was so careless,
Do more research with my browser.
She's starting to think something's fishy,
She's seeing through my lies.
I should not have made that comment
Saying I want Mrs. Obama's thighs.
I finally break down
And to her I must confess.
"I'm sorry, I'm American!
I own a chihuahua and plastic breasts!"
She will not take my calls;
On the forum I am blocked.
I beg and plead for forgiveness
And stare sadly at the clock.
She finally forgives me
With only one demand;
When she comes to visit,
I must take her to Disneyland.
Just a Pinch of SugarYou are not prince charming.
Your teeth are not white like my favorite soap. They instead contain a hint of yellow from your addiction to black coffee, you joke that you drink it black because you're manly; I drink it black because it makes me feel closer to you.
Your lips are not perfect and smooth, I know because you use them to lightly kiss the tips of my fingers when they are weary from overuse slightly chapped, you hate the feel of lip gloss. That is why I wear none.
Your eyes are not striking with amazing shades of green or blue, but your eyes do take my breath away all the same. This indescribable feeling when my eyes meet with your matte brown. I used to find brown plain and boring, now it makes me smile. I bought a new shirt, can you guess the color?
Your hair is not thick and curly but it's still the first thing I grab when you lean down to kiss me, the first thing I run my fingers through in the morning so you will wake up in a good mood.
You're not the cla
HoneyYou are my sugar tongued goddess.
My angel faced queen of deceit.
Your fingers twist lies like cat's cradle,
Weaving in and out so skillfully.
Safely curled in your dark womb,
Your words so sweet I eat them whole
And don't stop to wonder
Why my stomach aches afterwards.
The Lonely DanceA room of endless dark,
the air so heavy,
Surrounded by unknown mysteries;
such hungry eyes.
The music and the sway of soft limbs begging for touch.
The song thrums across the floor.
The dance floor an abused heart,
Something inside us all awakens alive and wild;
the distinction between us and other mammals grows thin.
They push their bodies together needing to feel connected,
the dancers all searching for something,
they do not know the name but they find it,
at least for tonight.
Their bodies ache, just a sip is all they need,
at least that's what they believe.
Eyes search out their nightly fix, they head to quiet places.
Desperate nails digging into flesh, a gasp,
A content sigh, they are sated but it will again sprout and grow when the
morning sun lights upon the newly planted seed in their emotional desert.
My eyes travel across the room,
hands reach up like flowers towards the sun;
a girl stands alone she's the piece that doesn't fit.
Such sad eyes d
Summer SimplicityAlready in shorts and bright colored tees,
Run up the stairs to the house with youthful ease.
Drop the schoolwork in the trash it doesn't really matter,
I won't be going back to school until two months after.
Time to buy watermelon and tons of ice cream,
Driving mom crazy when she trips on rinds and seeds.
Run towards the ocean and transform into a fish,
Find a starfish in the sand and make a special wish.
Sunburn on my nose but I don't really care,
Won't be seeing the age spots for another fifty years.
Got sand in my bathing suit and in my ears,
Grandma says the ocean is made of a billion angel tears.
Make new friends on the shore and promise letters all the time,
Memories of their names forgotten when summer hits its prime.
A cute boy with a stick draws both our initials in a heart,
He is the love of my life until I remember boys laugh at all their farts.
Summer is now over, the bathing suit goes back inside the drawer,
The bright sun and sandcastles will fade when the rain begins to
Lemonade with SundayIt's one of those days, you know, the ones where the air is so thick and heavy you feel like your sucking it in through a big old quilt. Every time I wake up to these days for a moment I don't want to get out of bed, because days like these are the ones that are full of memories that I am the only keeper over.
I remember that when we were kids you would come running up my stairs on days like this happy as a pig in the mud. I would answer the door already in a bad mood because my hair was sticking to the sweat on the back on my neck, every time I would frown and say, "boy what is wrong with you, you're not supposed to smile in hell." But my moods never slowed you down. You loved those days when the lowest temperature was 90°F, days of lemonade and lying in the tall grass absorbing that awful sun. My only desire was to soak in a cold bath all day but you would lay in that grass with those freckles across your cheeks and that infectious smile and I would sit out there because that sm
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
Featherweight HeavyFeatherweight Heavy
this is how you witness love unfold
and bloom into something bigger
than rafflesia. something bigger
than the whispers
that stay huddled underneath bed sheets
stained with teenage curiosity.
bigger than the edges of coffee mugs
that hold affection
at the bottom of the cup like sugar
with your morning lover.
bigger than the sticky kisses
of his baby girl pecking her daddy’s cheek
for the first time.
it’s the love of two kindred spirits
that hover miles upon miles away
but are interconnected through
some magical, mystical,
whether it is through
a similar rhythm in pulsation
or akin ink that stains our fingertips.
love unfolds and blooms
when the rain is a thunderstorm
and it stands tall in the eye,
even if it stares down the petals.
i have come to hold in my hands
that we all fall.
even empires, even kings, queens.
even a wisdom of a god.
new civilizations born under
the weight of featherweight heavy.
death is light but ends are anv
For a Moment ThereI am
a fear of love,
fear of rejection.
a flawed face,
scratched at by tortured nails.
a water stained mirror,
that sad souls wish to break.
stretched white skin,
that tired fingers pull at in dismay.
Once full of life but abandoned,
greedy hands cracked open my fragile shell.
My heart a hollow space forcefully licked clean.
a fetal form, knees to chin,
wrapped in a patched up blanket
of bitterness and insecurities.
When will I be reborn?
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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