shhh
no one is listening
the telescreen is unplugged as fuck
and nobody cares
i could be doing whatever i want right now

there's no point to resistance
my cries are left unheard
there's no masses for the influence
illegal journal has been deterred

i think it must have been in middle school, when i first got suspended. my father made me feel like i have nothing to offer. i felt like i was nothing, a pain in every persons side. i can see it on the backs of my eyelids, my dad's face. i think thats when it stopped. by it, i mean happiness. since then, ive been using music, drugs, sex, friends, ( Read more... )

sardonic polar bears cry about the seemingly endless string of words coming from the purple fleshed starving children of mars' equator....

where oh where did i leave my beanbag chair??

"i have the love toys and lengere** that you need
i have the instruments to make your insides bleed"
-bookworm the great and dirk gently

so this poet takes a class ( Read more... )

today i awoke to get my mail....
i realised that the picture on the back of the pennysaver
is mine...

should i find myself and get the reward?

i call it whatever the fuck i want,
because its intangeble,
not real anyway.

seriously, speak the fuck up!

he calls it love while he dies

shhhhhhhhh

she calls it broken while she cries

they call it broken in a whisper

shhhhhhhhhh