onomonopeia. self-restraint. dreams your eyes have without your mind.
long shifts of coffee-sales at the mall really gets one thinking about how much they loathe existance,
fake tans, and bad hair days. makes you wonder
if whether everyone passing by is a real person or not.
its funny how many potential friendships we all walk by,
daily.
its 3 in the morning and i feel fat
the male species:
i like how i get along with no one better than i get along with anyone ;
how nothing ever really happens,
and how my guard is so high up, i cant see even see outside (it's snowing)
im proud of anyone that can stand my sarcasm and my stupid laugh and my less-than-perfect everything.
this book is not for you,
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU:
blurry heart broken sidewalk brick by brick
bipolar baby industry
pierced the by and by and goodbye, forget it,
biosphere (my atmosphere) my lack of
organs mmmyyy my my my my chemical imbalances
by my own side
you and I acquired theses (yours mine)
who to meet? you and i.
YOU SKINNY,
SICKLE-CELL (icicle) bye, baby, bye.
icicle arms ;you’re frostbite
icicle lips = our pastime
icicle legs ; it’s past time
ICICLE EYES DRIP IODINE
feed it to you
make me sick sick sickle cell stomach
no tolerance,
there’s a part of my house with no lights on.
there’s a corner of my bed
you’ve not lied on.
AND YET ; not a fraction of a second goes by
(bye-bye) that I can’t remind
my own mind
that you’re an icicle, and
you’re past your prime.
polluted,
diluted,
reflections included,
there’s two of us and four more people
that will (try try try) to get me past
this landmark, birthmark. cold park ,,,,
parking lots for you to forget it.
prototype baby BARBIE DOLL icicle-eyes,
drowned in too many compliments.
contrasting the difference between a primary color palette,
bred to send across an ocean
and, when preserved,
will stay red, ready for action, under-fed.
if you were pesco-vegetarian, you'd be swallowing me whole.
//////i'm going to replace all of my friends with foreign films
fake tans, and bad hair days. makes you wonder
if whether everyone passing by is a real person or not.
its funny how many potential friendships we all walk by,
daily.
its 3 in the morning and i feel fat
the male species:
i like how i get along with no one better than i get along with anyone ;
how nothing ever really happens,
and how my guard is so high up, i cant see even see outside (it's snowing)
im proud of anyone that can stand my sarcasm and my stupid laugh and my less-than-perfect everything.
this book is not for you,
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU:
blurry heart broken sidewalk brick by brick
bipolar baby industry
pierced the by and by and goodbye, forget it,
biosphere (my atmosphere) my lack of
organs mmmyyy my my my my chemical imbalances
by my own side
you and I acquired theses (yours mine)
who to meet? you and i.
YOU SKINNY,
SICKLE-CELL (icicle) bye, baby, bye.
icicle arms ;you’re frostbite
icicle lips = our pastime
icicle legs ; it’s past time
ICICLE EYES DRIP IODINE
feed it to you
make me sick sick sickle cell stomach
no tolerance,
there’s a part of my house with no lights on.
there’s a corner of my bed
you’ve not lied on.
AND YET ; not a fraction of a second goes by
(bye-bye) that I can’t remind
my own mind
that you’re an icicle, and
you’re past your prime.
polluted,
diluted,
reflections included,
there’s two of us and four more people
that will (try try try) to get me past
this landmark, birthmark. cold park ,,,,
parking lots for you to forget it.
prototype baby BARBIE DOLL icicle-eyes,
drowned in too many compliments.
contrasting the difference between a primary color palette,
bred to send across an ocean
and, when preserved,
will stay red, ready for action, under-fed.
if you were pesco-vegetarian, you'd be swallowing me whole.
//////i'm going to replace all of my friends with foreign films