Please read all of this for me.just a thought.an admission.....
Lets be prefectly misrable today...
I feel of such bitter sex
when you can just taste sick fullfilment on that forced kiss goodbye.
I want a galvanized ornimatation of my most embarrassing drunk
I want you to see nothing but the tips of my fingers for days without food
until you ask,was i ever really there at all?
and only then will I mark the calender
and admit to myself that when you hear my name you say that you slept with me
exempt from details
I wanna be your after christmas party
women raping boys.
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wow that was sick,I feel somthing right now....Ive been thinking of the way people make such pets out of their one night stands.How rape victems rape.....and how sometime a fake flower is so perfect that it doesnt really matter at all.
Edit...upon rereading this im thinking I might be headed for a down.and ill need to go back to that clean white place to let them play with my chemicals.
This poem is angry and it scares mes....Ive been ffeeling dirty lately Ive asked bolth Joyce and my mother if they thought I was evil....noone seems to agree with me,I do desire to get this blackness out of me.....sometimes i wish I could just be plainly happy forever.Maybe thats why some of us seek death,so we can live on a memories.
damn there is alot Id like to do....alot of people to see yet...
I'm thinking about things so much now....I wanna grow.And I'm realizing what those people did to me when the raped me.I was 13.
I can still feel that horrible numb.
I feel of such bitter sex
when you can just taste sick fullfilment on that forced kiss goodbye.
I want a galvanized ornimatation of my most embarrassing drunk
I want you to see nothing but the tips of my fingers for days without food
until you ask,was i ever really there at all?
and only then will I mark the calender
and admit to myself that when you hear my name you say that you slept with me
exempt from details
I wanna be your after christmas party
women raping boys.
****************************************
wow that was sick,I feel somthing right now....Ive been thinking of the way people make such pets out of their one night stands.How rape victems rape.....and how sometime a fake flower is so perfect that it doesnt really matter at all.
Edit...upon rereading this im thinking I might be headed for a down.and ill need to go back to that clean white place to let them play with my chemicals.
This poem is angry and it scares mes....Ive been ffeeling dirty lately Ive asked bolth Joyce and my mother if they thought I was evil....noone seems to agree with me,I do desire to get this blackness out of me.....sometimes i wish I could just be plainly happy forever.Maybe thats why some of us seek death,so we can live on a memories.
damn there is alot Id like to do....alot of people to see yet...
I'm thinking about things so much now....I wanna grow.And I'm realizing what those people did to me when the raped me.I was 13.
I can still feel that horrible numb.