Disclaimer: This one gets a little dark.
So jaded and hated as you break down into all the junk of life creating excess trash and depression with a road paved with bad intentions. Nothing you do is enough for anything and that’s because you’re less than a person in society’s eyes. The worst is what belongs to you for that is all that you are given in this putrid and debasing world. Who knew you could become so dark in a matter of seconds, but hey, no one is enough anymore so it makes sense that you decompose into fragments of dust littering the walls, surfaces, and polluting the water. You are now less than human in a world that bred you for consumption. As for me, I hope they enjoy their meal, for the secret ingredient is to DIE for.
Like me, never another one
I have learned this the hard way
They all seek me when I’m gone
But my mind they’ll never sway.
Like me, forever coming undone,
They ask me to always stay
But I’ll keep severing this bond
Come whatever may.
For me, they always turn to stone
As I go through my day to day
Because this goddess, they’ll never own
She will always keep these feelings at bay.
When all is said and done,
You won’t know,
But I’ll be gone.
Space is so spacious and I graciously accept these emotional pills that give me thrills and chills as I sink into…
Anonymous complaints, on websites because I can’t repair the doll pushed into her shell of porcelain.
You’re a vain and vile…
There are words inside my head that I confess fed this hate inside of me as I cry so violently and push you angrily into the depths of the ocean as I quell the commotion of the swells coursing through my body.
The blood in my veins feigns disdain for my father who would rather be a stripper but not to gather money to fly to see me try to accomplish what I almost died to achieve.
I wanted to cry at least three times a week for four years as the roses attempted their persuasion of my survival and the plum blossoms of China dug their roots deeper into my ribs.
I bashed my head against the wall over thirty times as I thought of my despair and came prepared to dive into the wintry hells so that church bells could toll. Never mind my lack of belief in organized religious institutions that I called the commandments of your mother the commandant who decided that she would remain adamant about you having anyone but her in your life.
My father, my former lover, your existences bothers my perplexed soul and I gather that I’d rather move farther from the shores of your chatter creating clutter on my feeds.
I deem to be complete, replete with water that will deplete your reserve and wear down the canyons of your soul while my laughter resonates driving you insane like you just did me.
She has long and pearly features—a statue made out of stone. She’s all cheekbones that stab the air around her, breaking the tiny wind currents. Upright, she transforms into a scare and a cube when encased within herself. Those hips will never be able to encase the world in her womb. With narrowed eyes she glares at her wood-colored friend without warmth. Her eyes are icy blue and shatter bone. She maintains her “friends” in chains—those very same ones she pretends to “save.” She has a smile that never reaches her face, much less her eyes… That smile is too busy… Dying in her imagination. I asked her, “Comrade, did you learn nothing from your mother?” I referred to the cruelty of the planet she lives in, and the diversity of features and thought that seems to seep into this world from a heavenly outer space. This is just another work focusing on the oppressor rather than the oppressed.