Mortality.

basicallyfuckyou:

Candid frowns plastered upon wool strewn faces

Pacing crowds of sadistic races, falling from all of our assumed graces

I chase these yearning wastes, laced with inebriated vases

Get a taste of this destructive haste, and hate it

We display our greed by holding all the aces

Acing cases of public humiliation, one pathetic life span at a time

why are you so irresistible...
Anonymous

Because my momma taught me how to switch and walk. 

Digging holes, I’m just digging holes in my foundations

Revelations, mirrored by the reckless abandon that I aim toward my aspirations

Preparation for careless incantations

Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes
Sex and cigarettes


David Thao is missing his c-c-cash and I am missing my s-s-sanity
My vanity is a monopoly played by mahogany, psychopathic tragedies

My cult is under your skin, my cult is under your thoughtful delusions
My cult
My cult
Break the reservations of my intrusions
Gimme gimme

All I wanted was to rule over the world
I just wanted to rule over you
It isn’t about control, it’s about being the reason for your do
Ings


Treason
Treason

Betray the trust I put in your sobriety
Celebrate
Let’s celebrate the freedom you have in me

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The shape of everything is the shape of the universe and I can see god in the midst of my knee caps
(I harbor him in the smallest of places)

But you only like the chases, ignoring the speed of your paces

Come on, don’t be so common in your obsessions
I only want to help you master your creations
Reincarnation has never been so massive

Made by him to come after him

Every passing tree is a storybook
Childhood memories collapsing around themselves
Put it back on the shelf
Shelf it, please my dear
Withhold the fear

Lord, my soul to keep? I’ll have to find it first.
This roadtrip isn’t cheap. I’ll have to rent the hearse

Before I die.

Second hand thoughts swimming through a second hand cotton weave
Trying times poking holes in the fabric, kindred energy for hindered spirits

I will my ready mind to assist you
I ready my will to stain your flesh
I want to tear through your heart with ontological quartz
Diamonds forged out of confidence

Pontiac children playing chicken on the highway
We came from riches and convenience
We’ve dwindled down to nothing and endless trial
I can’t even acknowledge the strength in our personified armor,
continuously evolving in our self fulfilling prophecies

whats your skype
Anonymous

TheAshinator825

Development

You don’t care
You don’t judge
Everybody happens to stare
at you because you’re so much
more
than what they even try to be

But you’re a wall of stone, emotionally hardened because you
stared at her beautiful face for far too long

And now they see you as this abyss of nothing
you are absolutely everything they want to be
but
you harbor none of the traits they want to keep

And you ask yourself if it was worth it
because now they’re not afraid to leave,
they know they won’t
hurt you

They don’t see your tears, because you only cry behind closed doors
They don’t see you shiver, because you’re too cynical
to forget your umbrella during a heavy storm

of memories lost and shoved away because they’re
too much work to try and keep around

forget about those you once loved and were proud of

Put up more barriers to keep them sealed up
in your pocket
for when you may try to come back around for them

You know they’ll accept you
You’re far too daunting and intoxicating for them to deny you
of even one conversation


_________________________________________________________

So

Let’s play catch up
Remember when you put a packet of ketchup in my seat
I sat down and it went all over my white sweater
do you remember
I never forgot, even though I forgave you immediately after

I never even confronted you
You thought I didn’t notice

You hated my guts, even though you wanted to be my first kiss
just a year earlier

You were mad because I didn’t feel the same way
Little did you know, little miss muffin hadn’t been getting
her way

in the back of the bus
behind the computer tables
in the hallway while class was in and she just had to take a piss

The others weren’t shy about wanting to be her first kiss

except that’s not all they were after

She developed a little faster

All the boys were seeing
first hand the things they saw in magazines
their fathers bought

Her mother always told her that if she didn’t want someone touching her
to punch them in the face
So she became a little meaner, a disgrace
to her gender

Baggier clothes came with expressions of anger

A bully, they called her

It happened once before, but last time was truer, this time
she just wanted some peace and quiet

they wouldn’t leave her alone, so she thought that maybe if she cut
all her hair off
maybe they’d stop treating her like a woman,
but like a little boy

maybe then, even her father would start to talk to her again

_________________________________________________________

It’s funny how things change

Some things stay the same
but there are these drastic
life events that take turns you don’t even expect

they didn’t teach you this in school, you had to figure it out
on your own
in your room
alone

They used to think you were this stupid girl with fishnet hoes and
weird colored hair

But now here
you are, they all boast about how intelligent you are

a mind like no other

and oh, how you’ve got class now

Some of them see you walking down the street and they don’t even
recognize
they can’t even see past your magnetized
smile

And when they speak to you, they don’t even know what you’re saying
they look baffled and confused that you could even sound that
way

It’s funny how things change

but some things don’t

they stay the same, mirroring your past and reminding you
of the things they used to say about you

You still have those curves

And god, don’t you know how to please

You’re just easy

because you turned into a boy and apparently, they’re all sleazy

You’re living out of boxes but your mind has flatlined.
The three dimension’s gone and you don’t know if time… is the answer this time.

It even seems to be your greatest demon.
Your own life committing treason.
Against its own authority; “it’s clearly about control and it’s all about me”.

Hazards are a toll.
But you swear you have boundaries.

Listen, to Heaven’s screams.
The pearly gates are burning at the seams.
But you’re asleep now, just not for long.
You’ll wake up and remember everything that went wrong.
Cry me a river. You pathetic piece of scum.
You hate it when he leaves but you love it when he cums.

You love yourself. But you hate your humanity.
You turned into a calculating machine but started losing your sanity.

You’ve made it worse.
Abstract thinking was a blessing but it became a curse when you tried to expand it further.

The objectivity is gone and you’ve gone full circle.
You used to see in rainbow but now it’s just black, blue, and purple.

Every thought, an act of violence.
Meant to remind them of the mental dominance that you do so cling onto.

You’ve downgraded in your upgrade.
Phases and progress turn into stifling trade.
One for the other.
Abandon your brother.
Brethren of circumstance, able to fade into fodder.
There is no true importance.
It’s not even worth it.

And how they praise you now.
Hiding under tight smiles and guilty eyebrows.
They always said you were the brightest of the family.
But you started making the same choices they did at your age and suddenly
you’re beneath them.

So sleep on that paper thin mattress.
Lose your things in the unfamiliar cracks
and
lose yourself in the process.
The only thing they can’t take from you is your mind.
Try to keep hold of that, even throughout that old daily grind.
Relive the passions that you let go of.
Become the person that you used to dream up.
You haven’t forgotten her, have you?

Of course you haven’t, she’s the one that’s harbored the power that you put on hold.
God, she’s such a fucking piece of gold.
Remember when she would whisper to you?
Because I certainly do.

Lavender and silver spoons.
Traces of your fingerprints.
Unleash the harpoons, time to fish for your broken spirit.
But you can feel that annoying
itch
of your healing wounds.

It’s difficult for you to hold conversation now.
Riddled with new worldviews and hovering doubt.
Everything is a question; you remember when you used to hate that. You used to want answers but now they’re flooding out of your magicians hat.
Maybe if you could just agree with one of them before your neurons collapse.

Everything is playing double dutch with your strings of mental thought. How many coins did that branded opinion cost?

I’m quite sure that you can’t afford it.

Hi beautiful person

Hello long-time-no-talk-toer. What’s shackalackin’?

The cigarette is burning through my liquid fingers. I just can’t seem to smoke the scent of you.

A Mother To Help Him

She drank the message I left in her bottle.
Ill health always at full throttle.
There was never a moment she could see, 
the current in the ocean that she was causing.

The towers above her mirrored windows of opportunity. 
The reflections in the glass were far too daunting.
Wouldn’t it be easier to drink the stars away? 
Reel in the dead fish; they make easier prey.