many small people, doing many small things, have the strength to change the world.............
Because of Doctor WhoBecause of Doctor Who I am Afraid of...
2. Christmas trees
5. school food
7. blue tooth devices
10. children's drawings
11. MRI machines
13. gas masks
14. brass bands
17. the dark
21. coma patients
23. ...and hospitals again
25. weight loss pills
30. old ladies
on sleeping with a friendYou unchurch me
When you spit sermons
In my mouth
This is torture.
This is drowning the slow way.
Bit by bit every press of your kiss
drags me a little further down-
This is drowning with my legs around your hips
and your feet on the ground.
This is gasping for air between your lips,
trapping your eyes in
Mary j’s mist, this is hoping
For a drop of sun and getting
A blister. This is sleeping with a friend,
This is a fucking disaster.
This is saying your name this is saying,
This is not speaking all day
And not speaking all night.
This is three full days with your
need at my side.
We’re perfect together-
But the timing’s not right.
"What’s this about,
What’s this all about?"
one day I'll tell you that
ever since you crawled into my mouth,
i have tried and i've tried and i can't get you out.
Broken HeartDo you love?
Do you hate?
Do you stop to appreciate?
The feelings someone has for you?
The things that keep you from being blue?
Have you loved?
Have you lost?
Have you tried no matter what the cost?
Do you love her?
Does she love you?
Will you ever find out if it is true?
Have you loved while taking hate?
Is it she who doesn't appreciate?
Are you lost?
Are you confused?
Is it all leaving your heart bruised?
Is it real?
Is it faking?
Is it my heart that's slowly breaking?
Does it hurt?
Does it kill?
Does it make you never want to heal?
A broken heart is a great deal.
A broken heart may never heal.
The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.
He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.
He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.
Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.
The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.
But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.
The constant contrast in environments became too much for him to handle.
It was only an amount of time before he enacted some sort of immoral scandal.
After a confrontation at school he marched home to collect his mother's weapons.
His mother caught him in the act and tried to stop him as he reached for the second
Loaded rifle that was originally used as a source of family en
One More NightmareIf everything is
what it seems,
then where is
the reality of
(and what does
it mean when
I'm falling apart
at the seams?)
(With everything that
transpires I only
pray that I
could die here.)
You leave me with
nothing more than
July 21st, 2010
Inside Out.Inside Out.
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
painkiller poetry 06building a body, a heart, a mind. building an airplane to fly through the sky.
building a harness, a cage, a cast. building a breakage to make it last.
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
RainbowsIs it because I held hands without flinching
Or because I can't be the same,
That gives them the nerve to judge me
Without even knowing my name?
The devil isn't when you love someone
Despite the fact you both wear skirts
The devil is when a person hates someone
It's only a sin when it truly hurts
Listen to me hard, and take it in
You are not in the wrong when you hear
A bigoted heart say your love's a sin
That heart is frozen by an ignorant fear
If blue were simply the color blue
And a red rose can't be white
If I'm not supposed to be with you
Because somebody says it's not right
Then rainbows are colossal fuck ups