A New Outlook
Nostalgia, a headache, and a great blur to my eyes as puddles become ponds my soul I despise. Tell me what I should do to end my heartache and I probably won’t listen because advice I can’t take. I’m watching you become better than what I should have been and can still be times 100 if I stop with this sin. These blasphemous acts of pride even though no pride can be...
Michelle Bachman Wins the 2012 Elections
Mr. Presidential just died and his mother fell and cried and his father went to hide. For he knew that Mrs. Presidential had lied! She was having an affair with the father on the stairs that led up in a spiral to a place endemic to all dark and havoc inducing people! …but let’s talk in a whisper because nobody knows about her and she had very secret endeavors only known by...
Okay. I have a confession to make. I’m weird. I am weird. I’m weird! I do weird things. Like last week I was walking, and I bumped into a fella. I didn’t give him eye contact, but I sort of felt a need to go back and apologize for my mistake; the unintentional nudge that led me to avert my eyes. …but what did I do that for!?! What possessed me to ignore the issue, yet still dwell on it...
Icicles drop fast As I lay with snow angels Will they protect me?
northernvehemence asked: Giiiiirl you got some mad writing skills. I think "Three Part Contraption" is my favorite. You should write something that I can illustrate! :D PS Florence and the machine has a new album coming out soon fyi and also keep an eye on your mailbox because I'm sending you some fan mail
Little gnomes ate my pink fairy dust land. Ribbons, and candy canes, and lipstick in hand and smudged all over the windows. They invaded my room, my soul, The miles and miles of concealing powder I thought I had in my possession. They took my make up, put me in a depression Which led to my aggression That had been in oppression. It was oppressed until it was lit like a match that was...
He’ rapping; He’s got me tapping to the beat With his lyrics, words, and feat From the band; the instrumental, The noise and the sound that surround him. He’s a cyclops! With one eye to find The main thing in life; the bind. The line he’s speaking; same verse, But in circles. The words unheard still even though it seems rehearsed And told so many times In regular words, regular rhymes, ...
Small is the Brain that carries the mind, Cherished rituals in history hard to find, Useful to use and fuse in our pathway Through thoughts engraved from things we were told to say. Mathematical concepts are opposite in structure Than peace that makes us function; goes infliction of torture. It wants to relax and give us true meaning, It’s supposed to be unknown: our reason for...
I put myself in a circle, so that my life can be complete
the best advice is given by those who need to take it
Three Part Contraption
My chemistry’s quite broken through, Mind’s color blue is coated with the color blue, A layer that shows my eyes have ceased to rest, Abhorring thoughts that tear within to only possess. Chain me down before I can struggle, Carry my brain and my heart and my lungs so they can all snuggle Here inside of my being which daily becomes more abstract, Harboring the rhythm of breathe, beat and...