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UntitledOh baby, drive me wild.
Thrill me, kill me with desire
Take me on that crazy ride
That scares the fearless
And breaks the stubborn
Baby, let me need you
In a way I've never needed
Baby, make me addicted to you
Like my brand of heroin
You are my missing puzzle piece
The one that completes my heart
So baby don't jump off the ride
Don't leave me stranded
On this isle of desire
If you leave me
I am crushed
Who else will douse my fire?
So baby don't leave me all alone
To fight through the tides
And to try and survive
Without you right here,
Where you're supposed to be
Right here next to me
To all the playful arguments we have
To the smart people talks
To the epic jokes
And the majestic stories
These calls make my life worth living
All we need is to seal the bond
My answer will be yes
You know me better than I know myself
I Miss YouSeeing your name on my phone
Still sends shivers down my spine
And puts a smile on my face
Is it wrong to miss you,
When I'm the one who said goodbye?
Gone For GoodShards of glass
Litter the ground
Broken beyond repair
Like the pieces of my heart
My hands drip with warm blood
as I try to save his life
Stop the bleeding, keep the heart beating
If I can fix him, I'll be fixed
He's my one and only
I can't live without him
But he can't live
With this bullet in his gut
"Stay with me!" I scream
As I grasp his hand
"Don't leave me..." I whisper
As I kiss his cheek
Blood pools around us
As the door is kicked in
I'm dragged away screaming
For them not to hurt him more
"I'm the one you want!" I lie
As they pull me away
I know I can't save him,
But I can go out with him
His killers must be pushed
To the edge, ready to kill
I lash out and scream
Hateful words, wanting to die
The just smile at me
As they fill my love with bullets
They empty his body of life
All while crushing my heart
I cry and scream
Unable to hold on
As they take their leave
They drop their guns and smile
I crawl, shaking to where he lay
I press my lips on his once more
I reach for a gun an
No OneBlankets thrown over you
Curled up into a ball
Pain rips through you
Breaking you into a thousand pieces
"Make it stop ."
You whisper into the dark
No one to hear
No one to help
That's what all this is.
All you're saying.
All you're doing.
I can't stand it.
I want to punch you.
I want to hurt you.
I would say I'm sorry
But I'm not.
I'm not a whore.
I don't want to go
From first kiss on Christmas
To knocked up in a span of 3 months.
You can't make out without wanting more?
You can't touch me without craving even more?
Suck it up.
Begging gets you nowhere.
Ignoring me gets you farther.
What happened to going at my pace?
My pace isn't this fast.
Fuck, my pace isn't anywhere near this
My pace has clothes firmly on
Maybe lifted up, but ON
Honestly, this all just
I'm DoneMy few happy thoughts cannot stay
The darkness edges in, blocking the light
All my doubts and insecurities return
I like you more than I should
You don't want an emotional connection
At least, until a physical one is present
We are complete opposites
Long distance would never work
You have no idea how sorry I am, but
Believe me when I say it's me, not you
For once it's the truth, I pinky promise
I just can't deal with it anymore
I'm done and
I'm so sorry.
Houston, We Have A ProblemShe likes you
I like you
Houston, we have a problem
Girl Code dictates I lay off
But there is one small problem
Well, more like several small problems
That combines to one HUGE problem
Your smile, your laugh
The way you guide me while we dance
The honesty in your face
When you said my family was great
Even after a night of torment
Oh, I almost forgot
Your knowledge of Disney,
Your singing voice,
The fact you want to play the piano with me
Me, the person who has never learned
Your personality is arresting
And I just can't help liking you
I don't know if you like me too
But I know if you do
Nothing will come of it
Because she liked you first,
And I refuse to start drama
So I'm sorry .
Dearest Ass BoyDearest Ass Boy,
Or shall I call you Kevin?
I'm going to be honest,
Your ass is very attractive
As you play pool,
Bending down right in front of me
Your arms are also very nice
So long, and muscled
When I saw you last night
My first thought was
My second was that you noticed me too
Especially since you were laughing
At the fact that my wheelchair bound friend
Had to scratch my back
Even though I'm perfectly healthy
I know you noticed me when we locked eyes
And we both looked away blushing
Ass Boy, I have one question for you
Do you want to play pool,
Or do you want to play pool?
Make it stopHow do I do it?
How do I suck it up and say it?
I like you.
You've arrested my thoughts
You've taken over my dreams.
Everything I read reminds me of you
Everything I hear reminds me of you
Make it stop
Please, make it stop
I can't afford to be a lovesick teenager
I can't let myself fall deeper and deeper
Into this dark pool called infatuation
Please stop being my ray of sunshine
You're older, and perfect
You make me want to be good
You make me want to know everything about you
Those endearing little traits, those annoying habits
The past, your friends, your thoughts
I would like to be involved in your future
In your decisions, your career which is coming up so quickly
That's all we have at school together
If you were my age
We would have plenty of time
Please . Just make it stop.
I can't have these feelings.
I have a career to worry about.
I have a life, and my sanity to worry about
So please, refuse to hang out with me
Stop being so adorable
Stop making me want
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
HateHate is a fiery burning passion
That takes control and doesnt ration
The anger that is inside
It makes it difficult to confide
About the tears that are hidden behind my eyes
The ones that are filled with anger, and lies
Hate is an abandoned feeling
That just happens to be so damn appealing
It lures me in
To leave never again
Hate clouds my eyes with blackness
Leaving my life in constant mess
Never to be cleaned
Its a troublesome fiend
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