And so here is the inevitable question.
Have I become an average youth?

I would like to think that I have not, and upon reflection and a bit of Divine intervention, I have realized before I could really question it, that no, I have not.

Certain things I do may be what other adolescents do.
But I am not one of them, and for that I thank the Heavens, my ( Read more... )

On any other day, I would state with confidence that Sundays are, by far, the worst of days.
But today has proven that statement very, very wrong.

The weather was perfect, the people were perfect, the events that took place were perfect.
Everything and everyone was wonderful.

So thank you, Millenium Babies.
And God bless Sam.

-x-

Billy was right.
The world is a vampire.

and........
HEY!

[maybeyou'vebeenbrainwashedtoo.]

Different guy.
Same hair do.

Oh apathy, oh desolence!
Wrap me up in the carpet you bloodied.

I am already dead.
And the memory they once had is already dying.

And by morning they won't remember why they were mourning.
And by night fall they will be drinking ( Read more... )

The Impovershed Female Pervert.
That is what I have become.

And is it so wrong to degrade one's self?
Is it so wrong to break one's nails in a struggle for power that you don't really want?

I am a masochist.
And you are a sun shine machine.

Not exactly perfect but I want to make it work.
And why?

Because you make me want to have babies.
Beautiful, red- ( Read more... )

Typically speaking, I like being called baby.
And it's not normally the other way around.
But this time...
It's different.

I am more than willing to sacrifice my masochism and become a mother to you.
As long as you promise to
Want to fuck me.

And you know what?
I am  into that.
Good call.
But I knew you were from our fourth conversation.
Better call for me.

So ( Read more... )

God isn't dead.
But he is incredibly apathetic.

That is all.

-x-

THE SUN FELL OUT OF THE SKY
you cried that day, I remember.
no one came to your aid but me
with these joan jett bangs that
you promised made me look like
a great big star but I know you lied.
when I showed up you made me
go through the closet hidden in
your mother's bedroom where we
weren't supposed to go but snuck
into anyway to take naked
pictures at night ( Read more... )

I'm dying but I'm not quite dead yet.

My chest is deteriorating.
Not my breasts but the actual bones.
I have pleurisy and it kills you from the inside out.

But sometimes I think it's just a broken heart.
Who smashed it up?
I don't know.

I'm crying.
And I'm still muse-less.

So here's what I'll tell you.

I am a very sad girl who puts on a happy face as often ( Read more... )

Form fitting and festive in your Halmark inspired Holiday attire you're serving all the citizens your second best wine to keep the best for the rest of yourself that hides behind a thick fur coat.

You used to think you'd be an artist someday but now you sit around and smoke your funds away.

Oh, hopelessly heartless they've sucked all the seduction ( Read more... )

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