If you were to ask me
why I had to leave
I might answer
it was for relief
I might tell you
a number of lies
and hope that you
wouldn't realize
that I just wanna
see you cry
I wanna see
your stone heart break
want you to bleed
want you to ache
want your heart to break
like you broke mine
so many times
I wanna see you
on your knees
want you to beg
want you to plead
just like me
just like me
No I would never
take it out on you
would never walk away
just to see what you'd do
but as long as we're at it
I might as well say
yes, I mean to put your heart
and soul to the test
yes, I mean to make you
give me your very
If I could play
just a little bit better
baby you might know
my little game
it's not the kind
that just leads to trouble
and the ends and the means
are just the same
but your shadow darkens my soul
your oversight is taking its toll
if I could tell you
just a little bit clearer
you might see
what's on my mind
what I say
is your disappointment
and my words are
leaving me behind
but your shadow darkens my soul
your oversight is taking its toll
if I could play
just a little bit better
you might know
my little game
it's not the kind
that just leads to trouble
and the ends and the means
are just the same
A girl does a dance and gets dizzy and falls down.
She stands up and then she falls down again. She
stands up and she crashes into her bookcase, all
the books fall out. She runs to the bathroom
to slowly vomit pink legos while her boyfriend
watches. The next day she gets sad and eats
mushrooms and regrets it immediately. All night
she writhes like a worm on the couch. Her friends
call an ambulance. She calls her mother,
but she doesn't answer.
If You Were Here Now. by Self-Intoxication, literature
Literature
If You Were Here Now.
If you were here now,
I'd hold your hand,
tell you there, there,
I understand. I'd grip
your giving heart, and say,
let's go. A better life
awaits us somewhere out there,
you know.
If only I could smash a mirror
as big as me every day. If only
I could find a way to break into
a house, axe every door, piss on the floor,
destroy every delicate thing in it,
then light it up and burn it down.
If only I could break your legs and hands
shoot you in the face with rubber bands.
If only I could break your little dreams
and kick your smile right into the street.
If only I could kill a little animal,
cut it open, cut it off, and play a game
with it's bones. If only I had a haunted
house to tear down, one that I called home.
If only I had your grave to spit on;
I'd go there and stare at the water
and the bridge,
You take the razorblade away from me
you kiss the scars I gave myself
as if they still bleed
You take my hands into yours
so they can't hurt me anymore
you're the one who set me free
And I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know if we'll
ever see the girl
that I so long to be
Tell me why you want me to stay
I'll let you know if I wanna go
maybe you'll come with me someday
maybe you'll come with me someday
And I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know if we'll
ever see the girl
that I so long to be
I know it's scary
like lig
If you were to ask me
why I had to leave
I might answer
it was for relief
I might tell you
a number of lies
and hope that you
wouldn't realize
that I just wanna
see you cry
I wanna see
your stone heart break
want you to bleed
want you to ache
want your heart to break
like you broke mine
so many times
I wanna see you
on your knees
want you to beg
want you to plead
just like me
just like me
No I would never
take it out on you
would never walk away
just to see what you'd do
but as long as we're at it
I might as well say
yes, I mean to put your heart
and soul to the test
yes, I mean to make you
give me your very
If I could play
just a little bit better
baby you might know
my little game
it's not the kind
that just leads to trouble
and the ends and the means
are just the same
but your shadow darkens my soul
your oversight is taking its toll
if I could tell you
just a little bit clearer
you might see
what's on my mind
what I say
is your disappointment
and my words are
leaving me behind
but your shadow darkens my soul
your oversight is taking its toll
if I could play
just a little bit better
you might know
my little game
it's not the kind
that just leads to trouble
and the ends and the means
are just the same
A girl does a dance and gets dizzy and falls down.
She stands up and then she falls down again. She
stands up and she crashes into her bookcase, all
the books fall out. She runs to the bathroom
to slowly vomit pink legos while her boyfriend
watches. The next day she gets sad and eats
mushrooms and regrets it immediately. All night
she writhes like a worm on the couch. Her friends
call an ambulance. She calls her mother,
but she doesn't answer.
If You Were Here Now. by Self-Intoxication, literature
Literature
If You Were Here Now.
If you were here now,
I'd hold your hand,
tell you there, there,
I understand. I'd grip
your giving heart, and say,
let's go. A better life
awaits us somewhere out there,
you know.
If only I could smash a mirror
as big as me every day. If only
I could find a way to break into
a house, axe every door, piss on the floor,
destroy every delicate thing in it,
then light it up and burn it down.
If only I could break your legs and hands
shoot you in the face with rubber bands.
If only I could break your little dreams
and kick your smile right into the street.
If only I could kill a little animal,
cut it open, cut it off, and play a game
with it's bones. If only I had a haunted
house to tear down, one that I called home.
If only I had your grave to spit on;
I'd go there and stare at the water
and the bridge,
You take the razorblade away from me
you kiss the scars I gave myself
as if they still bleed
You take my hands into yours
so they can't hurt me anymore
you're the one who set me free
And I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know if we'll
ever see the girl
that I so long to be
Tell me why you want me to stay
I'll let you know if I wanna go
maybe you'll come with me someday
maybe you'll come with me someday
And I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know how
you put up with me
I don't know if we'll
ever see the girl
that I so long to be
I know it's scary
like lig
You are a dumbass
I hate myself
You are a fucking douche bag
I want to die
I think I am dying
It is always bed time
I hate you
Please hold me
I am so tired
I dont want to die alone
I cant breathe
Your breath smells
You smell like five day old sweat from sex
Take a shower
Take a fucking shower
I cant pretend youre pure when you smell bad
No I don't want to suck it
are you crazy?
I hate you
My ache is here.
And here.
And here.
And here.
Its all your fault
I want to die
I am defective anyways
Even if you are trying to kill me always
I am always dead
already
It hurts
I went to the doctor, and it hurts
T
Try turning a gun inside out. See what happens.
Perhaps you will find love there, around the bullets,
or a story about love in a way you've never experienced,
but you somehow know exists.
Try turning a paper crane inside out, or a thousand.
See what happens. Reversed, they just make other animals,
butterflies that refuse to eat for an entire lifetime,
wounded elephants, and spiders that feast upon sunbeams.
Try turning your house inside out, like it has an eating disorder,
and purges your books and CDs and unwashed laundry onto your lawn,
the neighbor's lawn. See what happens when you try
Hi everyone!
I know probably no one looks at this page anymore, but I figured I would post anyway. I've finally decided to publish a book of poetry and I am going to do an ebook on Kindle for cheap. It is a book I put together several years ago but probably because it was too difficult for me to deal with, I gave it up and decided not to publish. Now that I'm in a different place, I want to go through with it. I am going to put a link to the Facebook page for it so you can keep updated on when it's coming out and stuff. It should be finished in a couple weeks. So far I have 27 poems that I am including, and I have deleted all of these from m
Hey all,
There's a little chapbook I made called "Bubblegum Chaos." It appears in a book called "The Chapbook" which is a compilation of a few people's different chapbooks. It is available on Amazon for about 16 bucks. Buy it if this excites you. If you are poor like me, you may want to hold off until I come out with my first book of poetry sometime this year. It will be published through Otis Nebula http://www.otisnebula.com/otisnebula/Home.html
Here is the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Chapbook-1/dp/1468001566/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1326672353&sr=8-1
Well. Sorry for the lack of postings lately. I have been exploring the depth