Trust me.
Why?
I will never end up like you,
I'm better than you think,
wrapped up in sorrows.
I dream of more than sadness.
My darkest night has faded fast,
Maybe that is true of you but,
while yours seems to just be beginning.
I have not succumbed to darkness.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Second Time Around
Amber liquid splashing,
hastily poured and unmindful of where it goes,
as long as it ends with two things-
burning down your throat as it alleviates you from thought.
Be mindful of the bottom.
You seem to think that happiness,
fleeting or full,
is found at the end of a wine bottle,
and another, and another.
I am drowning in your sorrow.
Loving you was not enough,
you had to constantly numb yourself,
from stupid and unnecessary pain,
leaving others (me) to clean you up in your dripping wake.
You will not find happiness with a bottle.
Empty promises were given time and time again,
I forgave you the blackouts,
I forgave you for being a sobbing mess,
but I still cannot forgive you for telling me I am worthless.
Be mindful of the bottom.
With every drop that you consumed,
you sought to gain happiness and forgetfulness,
and instead every gulp represents someone that despises you now.
I'm sorry to say that I am still one of them.
Fuck You.
hastily poured and unmindful of where it goes,
as long as it ends with two things-
burning down your throat as it alleviates you from thought.
Be mindful of the bottom.
You seem to think that happiness,
fleeting or full,
is found at the end of a wine bottle,
and another, and another.
I am drowning in your sorrow.
Loving you was not enough,
you had to constantly numb yourself,
from stupid and unnecessary pain,
leaving others (me) to clean you up in your dripping wake.
You will not find happiness with a bottle.
Empty promises were given time and time again,
I forgave you the blackouts,
I forgave you for being a sobbing mess,
but I still cannot forgive you for telling me I am worthless.
Be mindful of the bottom.
With every drop that you consumed,
you sought to gain happiness and forgetfulness,
and instead every gulp represents someone that despises you now.
I'm sorry to say that I am still one of them.
Fuck You.
I Will Never Believe In Anything Again
Such a pretty face.
That is all I ever hear,
paired with a heavy heart,
facing the mirror--
I hope it swallows me up.
Pinch here and another there,
maybe if I grab hard enough,
the flaws will shrink.
My eyes have deviated
"from what makes me beautful"
and is instead comparing,
constantly comparing,
myself to all the girls I am surrounded by.
How can I compete?
I constantly batter myself,
day and night,
telling myself I will change.
All I am left with is-
an emaciated self worth
and an obese self image-
besides the hatred I have for myself.
The tears do not seem to end,
as I want my mind to lie to me,
in a way that my eyes cannot.
That is all I ever hear,
paired with a heavy heart,
facing the mirror--
I hope it swallows me up.
Pinch here and another there,
maybe if I grab hard enough,
the flaws will shrink.
My eyes have deviated
"from what makes me beautful"
and is instead comparing,
constantly comparing,
myself to all the girls I am surrounded by.
How can I compete?
I constantly batter myself,
day and night,
telling myself I will change.
All I am left with is-
an emaciated self worth
and an obese self image-
besides the hatred I have for myself.
The tears do not seem to end,
as I want my mind to lie to me,
in a way that my eyes cannot.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks
The night is too harsh,
The stars have gone dark,
Shadows and monsters are marked,
There is nothing left but to run away,
Footsteps fade, they just can't stay,
All the creepy things have come out to play.
The stars have gone dark,
Shadows and monsters are marked,
There is nothing left but to run away,
Footsteps fade, they just can't stay,
All the creepy things have come out to play.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Blurb
Singing along to the sounds of the city,
Trying to make the world so much clearer,
It does not really matter if no one can hear,
I am drowning myself with sober thinking.
Trying to make the world so much clearer,
It does not really matter if no one can hear,
I am drowning myself with sober thinking.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
I'm Lost In A Sea Of Anonymity

Hands shoved deep in your pockets,
Shoulders hunched close for warmth,
Ripped shoes,
Not for fashion mind you,
But warn in from constant use,
They muffle the sounds of the wind.
Your shadow is cast--
Across the sidewalk you are stretched
by the streetlights above you.
Looking for purpose in a velvet night,
Devoid of color scheme
as your shadow is devoid of you.
Cloaked by the disguise of normalcy,
You realize that this is your chance
to be more than the place you are...
But you are gone--
Lost in a sea,
of anonymity.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
You're In Love With Love and I'm In Love With You
I am all tied up with words,
My wit is lost in a stumbling lisp,
Rose blush at the mistakes I've made,
I can't help embarrassing myself.
I'm failing and you're my weakness,
To you I'm frequently exposed
to who I am really am:
A beating heart in a body of lies.
My wit is lost in a stumbling lisp,
Rose blush at the mistakes I've made,
I can't help embarrassing myself.
I'm failing and you're my weakness,
To you I'm frequently exposed
to who I am really am:
A beating heart in a body of lies.
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