my hate for you is a stampede of horses

IT'S YOU that I spilled all of my heart on the table for
that cold, wet, platinum steel table. MY ORGANS were strewn
across it like scattered game pieces, or 52 pick-up.
YOU didn't even give a fuck.
MY THOUGHTS get filtered when you're there, I can't say what I think.
MY CIGARETTE burns out every time you're around, not letting me inhale
my own ADDICTION.
YOU tainted my clothes, my hand, my arm, my bed and my carpet.
MY FEET cringe at the thought of walking in your shoes for a day.
YOU color all wrong. YOU are not normal, my friend.
GO AWAY!

A production of phylums

This is the product of researching "Cnidarians" without sleeping since 9 a.m. this morning when really wanting to go back to sleep but cannot because you smell coffee and bacon upstairs. A great life, I lead, children. Watch and learn.

New

It's today, that I thought everything was brand new.
the slate was clean, and so was I, of my bad habits I can't get rid of.
nothing is coming back, everything is staying far away from me.
I like talking to people that I haven't talked to in a really long time
and just sharing all of my information with them that they don't know.
Everything, even my doughnut I just bought is treating me like a new person.
I feel like, I could write ANYTHING because of today. Like, I have no boundaries I can just go anywhere and do anything I want. I can sing highly without my voice cracking.
My feelings for you are re-newed in a way. It all feels like the first time again. The second time, and the third. I feel like I have a crush on you again. I love crushes. Even the weekend feels new. Even my sweater that I've been wearing for the past three days.
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This..this..this.

InspirationalMoodSwings

It hit me like a freight train, that idea.
Now, It just refuses to come back to me.
It's outside right now, floating it's way into the business building.
Touching upon the shoulders of our bland and bold office workers whom have no capability of coming up with such an enticing idea.
It's this idea, now that has driven me up the wall. Literally, I can climb up this rocky mountain with no bungee chords. I am infinite and I am un-stoppable with my flawless- flawless idea.
This idea, it just, came to me, and I really had no care in the world at the moment and let it fall upon my grasp.
Dammit, this idea was so good. It could've made me famous.
I could've made a novel with scribbled drawings all over the page and into the air with my laser pen.
I could've erased your name out of my head and instead, fill my brain with the great idea I came up with.
I've lost my creativity
and I've lost your attention.

Pencil

I'm drawing you today
and guess what?
I can make your head larger than it's actual size
and I can make you look so incredibly ugly
and I can make everybody think you're a rapist
and that you kill people just because I can.

So, do you really want me to draw this caricature of you?

I guess

Sour is the new sweet.
Wholesome isn't an option.
And Stupid is the new smart.

Deep Liquid

For the longest time, I thought that I could do it. I thought I could be invincible in the most stressful situations.
For once, I believed in myself. I invested time in trying to get my self-esteem level at an average percent rather than negative.
In the biggest amounts I would smile just because the leaves were rustling and just because the worms were alive, digging holes in my backyard.
In the bus I would sit down and just laugh at how everybody is coming home at the exact same time as me, but going home to do different things. But nobody would go home to cry.
Everybody would smile just like I did because their pets are alive and healthy, and the snouts are moist and cold. Their paws are black spotted with tickle me pink.
I imagined the feel of my old teddy bear on my skin and if I would still like it. I thought of how his eyeball would hang by a black tweed thread and how it would sit in front of my fort.
I felt the spikey table I would press the small of my back against for structure.
The carpet that I sat on that was an off-white color induced with pet dander and cheerios.
I just took in the smell of his hair and the smell of the puppy breath on his neck.
The feel of his worn out t-shirt, the fabric screaming to die.
I just looked at her hair and her eyes in the sunlight, and how I thought it was my grandmother that was driving me to the pond.
I just felt the koy fish slide across my rigid whirled fingerprint on my index finger. Slime covering my nails and getting under my cuticles.
I heard the toy car collapse on the floor and break into tiny pieces in front of the dust pan, I heard him cry once again.

Momentarily, I will come to think, that all of this; is no good.