Thursday, March 28, 2013

I cant do anything but sleep the day away.
Go ahead and laugh at your banal conversation and your vidya games while I merely waste away

I am killing myself in the most torturous way possible, and I hope it catches us all by surprise

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Bullshit in One Minute (a one-minute piece of Bullshit)

I’m smoking
and my fingers are slipping
but these are my thoughts

I think in rapid-fire
and so my words come
in unadulterated

I don’t think much
and I think that might be why
he told me there is no soul in the things
that I say
But I don’t try
and I never will
and I think that I like myself best this way

You may think you know me
by the shit
that I spew
but I keep most things locked up…

So this is all you get.

Friday, March 8, 2013


People always said that when
I thought of you
my eyes lit up like I'd seen god--
only better

You got me through some dark times,
though in the end it seemed
my idea of darkness was what others
would call "The Light"

I'm sorry I used your words as fuel.
I'm sorry you filled me up.

My inspiration was always a sick misunderstanding
of the issue at hand

I thrived on your deterioration.
I loved that you were dying.

I wanted to be in a place where I could hate myself
exactly as much you hated yourself,
exactly as much as I loved you.


The name will always make me shiver.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

my stomach is killing me
and so are you

it grumbles like I
grumble while I
sneak peeks at your ribs,
take mental measurements
of your wrists,
make mental note of that tone that you hit
when you giggle and say “stah-ahp”
(makes the boys go, “a-ahhh.”)

it gurgles like I
gurgle when I
choke on my words
as I
try to emulate your voice

channel your wit and your ability to command 
a goddamn room (all eyes on you now,
aren’t you a champ, now?)

my stomach is killing me
because of you

but I care more about the concavity of yours
than taking care of my own, so
I guess maybe it’s just
jealous too.