Self AwareLying in waitjilted, by a fictional betrayalyou approacha smile flickering across your faceunaware of the wound, the scarsthat have surfacedyou pulled the triggerwithout even knowing ,there was a gun in your handsI lie in waitneeding to transfer the painpass along the diseaseas if hurting an innocentwould magically erase the pain,the tormentthat has formed and engrained itself in my bonesI know,I knowin my head you are not the othersbut their face's flood my visionmemories tearing a hole in what should be a happy momentit's blindingyour face falls as I speakattacked viciously without causeconfusion and hurt spreadsI'm left aloneno relief from angerand then the guilt comesI knew,knewnot toobut I did it anywayknew the outcomesaw the futurebecause it's the paststuck as the world moves swiftly onunable or unwilling to let gocomfortable in my own sicknessin my cage
Tragedy of ExistenceThe world is but a playExercised by randomA dance of the untamedPurposeless moleculesPeople being tossed aboutIn determined chaosPerception deceivedBy delusions of controlThe biomechanical mindsInventors of meaningThe abusers of timeFaith-indulgers bornBillions of egocentricIsolated universesSelf-defined importanceSelf-inflicted stupidityWe crawl like animalsWith eyes full of dustEveryone a falling starIn Tragedy of existence
on self-defensei am red or yellow, or orangeand i never inspiredyou and you neverliked anythingi did and ialways knewthis, it wasmy secret that you hated meand you know it now too.i am too hot for you tohold in your handscomfortably andthat is why you dropped me.because you are blue or green, or purpleand i am red or orange, or yellow.
on excusesthe floor creaked with a pressing toneand my toes crept sadly toward you.i heard the soundsdeep inside of your throat-before they could come out,before you could think them,before you could stutter anapology.i was up all night andthe thought that, you,were sleeping somewherenaked, with your fingersstretching and your dreamsretching up what you couldn'tadmit to awake- was too much for me.maybe if iwas next to you while youwere dreaming, your bodywould admit to me that youloved me. and you wanted to makeme cum. it had been so long.you blinked hard, fastyour eyes shaking, dying fish.i pulled you apartlike the ribbons onan awfully wrappedbirthday present- slow, andsad, and then fast. i wanted youto see how bad my skin feltwhen you weren't lovingme.our feet tangled together,roots of a forgottenpine tree with a heartand four initials carvedin it- and i was never superstitiousbut if you make a tree a liarsomething bad happens to you, right?if you make me
Burger QueenShe ate her French fries as if she were high society. She cut each one into small pieces with her plastic fork and knife, then pierced one with her fork and dipped it into her side of ketchup. Then she raised it to her mouth and nibbled it. When she went to take a drink from her small Coke, she did so with her pinky raised and only drank in small sips. She set her drink down gently, as if it were a delicate china cup she was afraid of breaking.I looked around and sighed. The burger joint reeked of humanity. Grease hung in the air like humidity, and there was tension between everyone, as if all the customers were negative magnets repelling each other. No one looked into each other's eyes, not even the cashier's. People said their orders to the menu above the counter. And it was so loud. There were too many noises—children screaming, cash registers clanging, and fries sizzling as they were dipped into vats of boiling oil. My muscles were tense and my hair bristled. Why d