longdistancedrunk

your other set of lips are having difficulties.

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:13:56 GMT

a sea monster,shes throwing herself at you.
shes drowining in wetness... the correct term is "infedility".
and shes "in the zone" non-recoverable, shes done for.
snip, snip, snipping away from "OH ! the holy one"
the child carrier, and the sperm donor.
shes no longer different then any other girl, or any other street hooker.
shes just as worse
and whats she got to show for it ?
blood,
down her legs.

once again, your ears are crying.

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 02:23:04 GMT

if you played my ribcage like bagpipes
the answer would come right out my ears.
cornea,middle ear,inner ear un-intact.
dripping on the floor,
a puddle.
youre spooning it up,
the message.
and your face questionable,
your lips sprinting.
but i dont speak mute.

tidal waves crashing in, thank god you can swim.

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:50:41 GMT

my soul desolved in your tastebud
the one, right at the tip-top.
my heart detached and in the palm of your hand.
i've lost my sense, of common sense.
theory, proven by society that this is "real".
this salty water rising passed my neck,
thank god i can float.
because my tissues are absorb retarded.

whats that !? your leg ?

Sat, 30 Aug 2008 00:21:00 GMT

feel that ?
insert two,
warm up.
insert one,
up to three.
are you gasping ?
clutching to society
fighting,
but whos winning ?
tossing,
turning
its getting ugly,
get a room.
possibly getting beautiful,
expose it.
turn on the light.
getting unattractive,
turn off the light.
its over,
roll over.
breathing rate,
slowed.
pleased now ?
no,
regretting.
the second
before
now.

momma's girl just turned into momma's bitch.

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:44:12 GMT

the pool of blood dripping from your nose
left a message on the carpet.
momma didnt want me to see,
so she took out the bleach,
and went to work.
but it stained her palm
and i saw,
i read,
i comprehended.
so she unplugged my brainstem,
and sent me to the white room.
but my tounges still tounging for the answer.
blurting out words,
that only god could piece together.
it was coloring time,
so i layed a piece of paper on the floor,
and threw up colors,
and created a masterpiece.
and it hangs in your living room,
the message has been sent.

fuck self improvement.

Tue, 29 Jul 2008 17:12:05 GMT

i've been chasing you,
down a spiral hole.
where the lack of oxygen,
makes you hypervenilate.
i've been hoovering over you,
to keep the sun from peeping through.
i want you to rot,
rot into bits and pieces.
and as you start to deteriorate
ill save your heart,
and sew you in a new attitude.
i'll spare an eye,
so you can see the despiration
that was standing infront of you.

a sweet foul smell coming from your mouth.

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:53:18 GMT

for every lie you've told me,
i wish it left a sour residue.
possibly right under your nose.
so you could smell the sin you were spoon-feeding me.

i've been stacking the corners with bodyparts for awhile now.

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:49:16 GMT

you've chained my soul to your waste.
dragging me through the valley, towards our endpoint.
i've opened my mouth and screamed out laughter,
i've been running toawrds our starting point.
but im drawn to you.
so pull me back quickly,
before someone notices the mask you've glued to my face.

i get my colour from a sunray lamp.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 18:50:13 GMT

bittersweet is how my mouth tastes.
i talk with anger and not thought.
I'm a ticking time bomb, covering up with a grin.
catch me on a good day, as the butterfly leaves its cacoon.
it'll send you running north of south, which is my home.

momma says im pessimistic i reply, "isen't that normal ?"

beatings for comprehension

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 01:59:59 GMT

if i kicked you in the face,
and broke your nose in several places
would that prove how much i hate you ?
i'd glue it back for you
if my point was proven.

turn back now.

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:34:35 GMT

all i need is the air i breath
and a place to rest my head

if gods real why wont he give me what i want

pacing up and down for 17 years
and i still havent found it.
inadequate questioning always fills my thoughts

and at this point in time
my body hasent comprehended.
what my brain has on mind.
should i keep in the safe zone
or pull away, and possibly break bones on the way.

second to last.

Fri, 23 May 2008 01:10:22 GMT

i wish i had it like most girls
with a wink of an eye.
with a smile.
you get what you want
the boy.

sink or swim.

Wed, 21 May 2008 01:13:06 GMT

a fact on life..
things never go as planned.
no matter how scheduled your "daily routine" is ..
friends come and go
so keep your heart from pouring out your mouth
keep your eyes open for the mischievous paths of others
grasping tightly on to your leg waiting for you to fall.
i rather keep my head in the clouds
then fall into a deep hole filled with temptation.
temptation in which will lead me nowhere
but submerged in a swarm of self-deceit.

=] im improving my vocabulary
<3