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HumanCould I ever be,
Less than human?
Is it possible,
That I'm not a person?
What is it like,
To have a soul?
Will I ever,
Is there a way,
To be whole?
What will it take,
To gain a soul?
Do you yourself,
Understand the ability to love?
When will you cease,
Is my hurt not enough?
More Sublimination: To -------Do my real friends-
Talk behind my back?
Berate my flaws,
And virtues I lack?
Do my real friends-
Then be rude;
Treat me like sh-t?
Do my real friends-
Tell me "Shut up!"
And be mean?
Do my real friends-
To everything I say
And reject me entirely?
DO MY REAL FRIENDS-
Call me names
"Shut up!" or
Act passive -
And act fake?
Real friends don't
Treat me poorly.
Clasp my ears,
In the air.
In my empty,
From far away,
To reach me
And fill me up.
Drift me to you,
So we can
Burn out stars.
Let go and
Your Canvas HeartYour heart
Is white and pure
Like my canvas.
I want to ruin it.
For the passion
Of first love
And initial attraction
Thinking you're mine.
Of sweet times
Buried in snow.
For growing envy
As I leave, tossing
You in the sea.
For the waves
Pulling you down,
Making you stay.
Into a new person.
I've painted your canvas heart,
And ruined you.
You are the remains of a rainy day.
EscapismI'll just crash and burn
Faster than the Hindenburg
"Oh the humanity"
Sits on the tip of an iceberg.
Like the thing I most fear
Your breath whisp'ring on my ear
At the though of leaving me here
Quitting is my only option
Like a combustion reaction
On myself for asking
For a second chance
To go back to Wonderland
Where I can
The madness done by my hand
Synapses fried, left for dead
From the world I most dread.
WallsAsphyxiated by these four walls
I feel me dying
Silenced by these four walls
Can you hear me crying?
The sun fades away into night
Night fades into dawn
Another day like today
It's all the same
So let go of me
So I can break free
Of these four walls
I need to feel again
Escape from these four walls
Will they notice if I leave
Without a goodbye
Would I run only to get caught
Would they even try
I won't stop trying
Till I reach the end
These four walls won't haunt me again!
A Vampire's WarningI really want to eat you,
you truly ought to know.
So think of this-before we kiss...
...under the mistletoe.
You think it's about romance,
but I just need some lunch.
I smell your blood-in dismal flood...
...so please go drink some punch.
It's best if you avoid me,
no matter what I say.
Your mortal bliss-you'll surely miss...
...if we take things my way.
I'm functioning on empty,
and kinda like a car.
So low on fumes-I live in tombs...
...if you should flee, run far.
This party's for the festive,
I lean towards mad-macabre.
I lurk in screens-and piercing screams...
...necrosis is my job.
I'd tell you all I'm thinking,
but you're already dead.
You chose my mouth-your heart went South...
...and now I have been fed.
Can't Circumvent the CircusMonday, mother awakes actors;
mild-mannered touches shoulder-shake children
imagining illness in
front of food, to toothbrushes, behind
bus benches, on an orange
engineered elephant entrance;
can’t circumvent circus routine.
Incompetence: A Half-Baked Tale
She disappears in a puff of smoke and leaves me standing there
In a dress of the palest gossamer, with fancy curling hair.
I take a step—my slippers pinch—“Oh dear, they’re slightly small―”
But the coachman interrupts me: “Come! We cannot miss the ball!”
He grins at me with buck teeth as he stands by the carriage door;
I climb inside; my slippers sink in the spongy, slippery floor.
The seat is slightly sticky, leaving pumpkin on my palms,
But the coachman cries, “Hooray! We’re off!” and waves excited arms.
The carriage starts with a painful lurch and soon we’re rolling fast;
I close my eyes and pray it holds together to the last.
My hair is shaken loose; I bump my head, my hand, my knee,
And I wonder if that fairy passed her Magic Arts degree.
Along we jump and jerk and jolt; I’m flung from side to side;
The carriage comes to a screeching halt to end our breakneck ride.
I loveI love your clothes
I love your shoes
I love your toes
I love your hue
I love your nose
I love your face
I love your moles
I love your grace
I love your pants
I love your stew
I love your rants
I sure as hell don't love you
The Rational LoverYou say we should elope today
But I really think we should delay
You've listed all the thing we'll do
But I'm not sure you've thought it through
We'll run away and live in a village
In a Merry England thatched-roof cottage
I'll work as a farm-boy, you as a milk-maid,
And build our nest on the little we're paid
We'll soon look owt but out of town
In this world of green and brown
We'll build our life upon this whim
And take our chances, no matter how slim
Now, I'd just love to run away with you
As stereotypical lovers do
But as it is, life's got other plans
For employment's little also-rans
There's the interview for a part-time job
So your father doesn't think I'm a slob
Not to mention the doctor's appointment
And I've got to pay the rent
Eloping now sounds such a dare
But I have, although I do not care,
An essay due next week
You must think this is meek
If we stay in town things'll work out fine
And reason sides with this plan of mine
Running away isn't a good idea
So actually, let's st
AllergiesThere once was a little bumble bee
Who had a bad pollen allergy.
When he tried to do his job
He would sneeze and say with a sob
“Pass the tissues, I need three!”
Class of HorrrorsOne should beware this class
for this class is torture
One should avoid this class
for the teacher always fails you
One should hate this class
for it is just hard
This class is horrible
for everything is bad
No PasaranThe working class of the city of Barcelona
Rose up in 36 and took with them Catalonia
With clubs and guns
Kicked out priests and nuns
And sent the bourgeois running like they do in Pamplona
...Because I was bored.I'm tired
And I can't think of what to write!
I take a swig of Mtn Dew
And try to think.
My stupid siblings are making a racket.
I call from my computer
"Maw-aw-awwm!" they whine.
To face my wretched enemy-
My blank screen
And my even blanker mind.
I can hear the cosmos laughing.
Chides me and tells me to turn down
I turn up Adagio instead
And get an eyeroll.
Back to it!
To thinking what to write!
I cannot think at all!
The laughing gets louder.
Quickly I type
And post in on DeviantArt,
And I did it all...
...Because I was bored.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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