

just another contract killer.just another contract killer
I think, I could be a different person If I tried with all my brute strength and I fought with my bare hands and teeth and lied without thinking twice;
because I hate restraint: ties like ribbons that cant be severed shine like suns in sleek lines and Ill never have the guts to win you Ill never have the guts to tell you, Ill never have the guts to send you, the text message that says everything I want to say; It just sits in my Drafts and mocks me. I tend to stand to the left when you walk by


weakdays.weakdays
This is a lonely existance when weekdays become weakdays and you're breaking down, and you're falling apart, and this is breaking your heart.
This is a lonely existance when you can't trust yourself you can't let anything slip out, because you can't let your feelings grace the ears of the people that keep your Earth on its axis. This is all about you and nothing else matters, denial stops you feeling pathetic.
And it's a lonely existance when you look at a metal coathanger and see reflections of yourself:


dig deep.dig deep
Fools think there is beauty in every molecule of every person, believe that if they dig deep enough that they will find that good, tender, caring bone, but fools are fools. I think there are minimal amounts of beauty of goodness in this unnecisarily cold body of mine.
Dig deep, and you will find nothing but records that will tell you that I've always been a liar, a lover, a dreamer who wishes too much, a poet, a critic and a person who sees the worst in people before they ever see the good.
Dig deep


tug of war.tug of war
My back is a medley of knots and twists from grinding confessions in every joint, in every bone, between the layers of every muscle. Weeds are viciously choking the path I refuse to take in life, I reached the fork in the road repeated the cliche over and over; then took the path that doesn't point to lies that are peeling wallpaint on surburban houses, everything would be quiet but the tension would be so loud.
This descision is a kitchen grater, four sides and only one destruction. It that has bumped against white kitchen
Devious Comments
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How Do I Shot Web? D:
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Fade to Black
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Sarah, SNAP
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Monkeys are just people who can think.
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Egocentric? Oh rly?
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Nobody puts baby in a corner
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Sarah, SNAP
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Sarah, SNAP
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Sarah, SNAP
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Sarah, SNAP
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Sarah, SNAP
OMgsh I was reading my poems from forever ago. Boy how things have changed.
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Sarah, SNAP
I want to rape your manipulated images.
And fondle Aimee.
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I hope you choke on a cardboard cut-out of Julia Roberts. x
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Sarah, SNAP
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ROCK STEADY.
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{Would you like a little angst with your coffee?}
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{Would you like a little angst with your coffee?}
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{Would you like a little angst with your coffee?}
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{Would you like a little angst with your coffee?}
It made MY day.
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