Life Is A Test, And I Get Bad Marks
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Something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can.


how can you measure time
when god is turning the clock?
what did we do before
to deserve who we are now?

3 weeks ago | Permalink

hiding behind a pen
mightier than this sword
hidden just in case
things turn to shit again
i keep my teeth sharp
and my tongue sharper
chewing through illusion
swallowing violins
symphony of mourning
losing what i never had
screaming profanity
declaring insanity
you analyze me with your textbook
what’s up doc?
stuffing me
like a pharmaceutical pinata
full of artifical smiles;
oh, but wait the meds are helping!
tell me: how do I get better,
whats up doc?
my head is burning
and you offered me a match
igniting everything around me
running out of this house
and im the one who set it on fire.

1 month ago | Permalink
I Got Called Fat Again

I got called
so i slept
through saturday
and skipped dinner
i tried to look
in the mirror today
but cried

1 month ago | Permalink
The Last Poem I Will Ever Write (And It’s Still About You)

I decided

to stop writing

the night I watched

you kiss her;

poetry couldn’t

save me

and neither can you.

3 months ago | Permalink

I wonder if
you notice me
what you do
and how you look,
like that smirk
that sometimes
makes me want to
punch you
but really,
it’s the cutest thing
I’ve ever seen.

3 months ago | Permalink
The Irony of Suicide (Surviving the Darkness)

acceptance is different
than survival;
acceptance is dealing with
the darkness
that god has given,
but survival
is fighting god
and beating him
at his own game

3 months ago | Permalink

You told me moths
are attracted to light
because they are trying
to fly towards the moon
I’m trying to get close to you
but i keep burning
my wings on lightbulbs.

4 months ago | Permalink

It’s easier to hide what kills you
than cleaning up a murder scene
every time the clock ticks
it sounds like its screaming
say to me: “this wasn’t out of pity”
while I pretend to feel pretty
my face feels like it’s melting

4 months ago | Permalink
Morning Mumbles

The sky is getting lighter and lighter
While my heart gets heavier
With each star that disappears,
Waiting for the sun to rise.
I slept through yesterday
To avoid what hurts
Today is here and I’m not quite sure
What to do.
I was never good at this whole
“Living” thing.

4 months ago | Permalink