Monsters

I know that monsters are real 

because they live inside my me.

I can't stop moving

my mind I'm losing

I never believe the things

that I see

I'm redeemed by the demons in my dreams

My soul is full

of crazy wicked things

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Hey Monster
They say your sexy
A real manhunter

Beautiful Monster
I see you looking at me

So Monster
What do you see?
A girl who maybe drank
Too much liquor?

Beautiful Monster
Why aren't you smiling?

Neither am I
Monster--
Are you hating me?
And do you concur
Your just like me
Why must you lure
Them into your world
If your not happy? Maybe you'd prefer
To not be a Monster
And just be her?

If you weren't my reflection
Would you still be a Monster
Or just me?

This

This                                       

This is
Her soul into which your looking
Scarred by the storms of her life
Which protected 
What's inside
Cosmic stars
Glitter Horizons
Psychic Vampires
That wanted her mind
Tried to make her a victim
Clever defelection
Bloodlust lies
Clinging to something beautiful
Butterfly Blue Skies
Zodiac warrior floating
To an infinite orgasmic nexxus
Insanity the cruel razor slicing
Forever ripping her soul
Releasing the ghost
The ghost of her
Her ghost is seen
The ghost inside
The ghost that haunts her mind

Ghosts haunt her mind

                                         I am

Your ninja bad ass

your ancient indian chief

your suicide kiss

your philosophy on stupidity

your orgasm in sleazy

smoking poetry

and wicked fucking

while peaking

your moral compass

death whispering

diamonds lust

shimmery glowing 

thats all inside 

her mind

Hater
Your not my friend, you always bring me down
It’s a dead end, and your a fucking clown
You invade my life-
Twist everything around turn my world black
Quattuordecillion of thoughts
Your beginning to make me crack
Chemical imbalance my nerves taught
From the battles, bloodbath of war in zodiac
You threaten me scream your ugly names
While I am holding a knife are you insane
Your throat I wish to slit
Just stop your sick games
You think your a hero and I am a misfit
Want to watch as my knife cuts your skin
Though you made the first cut
What you’ve done to my soul the true sin
Whore, spread your legs, trailer trash, slut
The words that echo through my head
Crystalline fragments of pride
I know it won’t stop until one of us is dead
Set me up on your video camera
Now you threaten me with more lies
Radical concept but your the real hater
I only seek to defend myself and I despise
The role you cast me — trying to make me look bad
Where’s your honor, your integrity, your sad
Your hypocrisy knows no limit
Game over , I’m finished
Going to sit here and smoke a cigarette
Pick myself up again I’ve learned
Keep calm, stay cool, no need to fret
I can’t change a fool
It only adds more fuel
To your insanity
So, fuck it, I will die young and look pretty

We’re Fucked
I don’t need a friend
Fuck the world— I need a drink
Damn it!
Fuck through the pain
Because life hurts
The world is burning down
Smell the smoke?
The bodies burning?
What to do
Pour gasoline over my head
Smoke a cigarette
It’s not over
Til we are all dead

Cocaine

i want to inhale you like a line of high quality cocaine. to breathe you in deep with a shock to my heart and a lightening bolt to my nervous system. to relish you as you drip down the back of my throat and linger on my tongue. i want you to make me feel invincible, and i want to never come down.

some people think that you have a problem
but that problem lies only with them
just cause you are not like the others,
that is why i love you
beautiful freak.

quote

Even now I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.”
— Go Ask Alice, Anonymous (via ohnonotme)

quote

“For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone. “What is it to be in love?” she demanded, after a long silence; each word as it came into being seemed to shove itself out into an unknown sea. Hypnotized by the wings of the butterfly, and awed by the discovery of a terrible possibility in life, she sat for some time longer. When the butterfly flew away, she rose, and within, her two books beneath her arm returned again, much as a soldier prepares for battle.”
— Virginia Woolf (The Voyage Out)

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If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face.  Oh sure, it seems obvious now, but you would be amazed at how many people don't think of it when it's relevant. Seriously, just punch them in the face, and go get some ice cream.