Must the show go on?

Oh no guys. I am so emo. My heart was broken, so please, help this pen dance on this torn paper scribbling the very real hate I have stored for you in my heart. I will cut my wrists, and recite a tragic poem detailing my suicide. Please, help me, I'm such an emo fucking queer ( Read more... )

And the children
in the subway
eating apple cores.
Is anybody listening?
They're breathing paint out of plastic bags.
Their mumbled mouths say:
"Is anybody listening?"

We're scrapped valentines.
We're tangerine rinds.
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes.

We're just like those condom wrappers: used up torn up
thrown away.
And we're just like yesterday's headlines:
drifting, floating, towards the blaze.

Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back the the beast you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?

My heart is a black haunted loom ( Read more... )

I love you, and would do anything to have you back.

what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.

Something’s odd...I feel like I’m god...you stupid dumbshit God damned motherfucker!