Vampire PoemBlood is RedVeins are BlueKeep your distanceOr I'll bite you
11:47roses are redviolets are bluecompliments mean nothingwhen coming from you.don't tell me i'm skinnydon't call me fatjust acknowledge i'm humanand leave it at that.
Fatefate is the slutwe take out fordinner in the LasVegas of life.She fucks us andthen leaves us ina dusty hotelroom, with only ourempty pockets andthe sun bleachingour eyes dry
surgeryi promised not to scarmy skin. so i cut out mybrain and hurled it intothe river.just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
fe(b)r(u)a(ry)today i stared atdeath, who waspainted the colour ofa young man.his blood didn'tcirculate with minebut i was sewn intothe black likeeveryone else.i was surrounded bythe bloody remains of ascreaming car crash, andpeople's thoughts were gaspingfor air in the snowalong with man-madesnowflakesi always thought the firstfuneral i'd attendwould bemy own
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bite
homesick for childhoodshe was a carefree little girlwith smiles hidden deep downin her pockets, and she'd onlygive them out to the most deserving.when the quarter hour of her lifestruck, however, things changed.her world was painted blackon accident, millions of shadesturned ashy due to a sicknessthat breeds on those emptyspaces between words.she was dropped into summercovered in homemade scars,and with summer, her innocencewas eaten away. pinned to a bedlike prey, she watched herselfconsumed into anotherhuman.(this world is the 7 a.m. frostleft on winter windows. and it scares me)
sewingyou can cut yourselffrom on personand stitch yourself toanother, but the oldcloth will alwaysbe there