no, i was not abused as a child

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She sang her lullabies in the air, I cannot see the sun. Bleeding from the veins in my teeth. Life is a roller coaster. You see these tears running down my tongue? And they have your name floating inside. My life and mind are pretty fucked up if you are my thoughts. I cannot stop typing until I don’t know what to do next but I force my self, I am right now and then I cant think of any thing and I say strange crap like puppies are yummy and Jesus hates you for killing those starving people in that country. You all will get aids and die eventually. We serve under the foot of god. I cannot stop talking about religion for some odd reason when I do this. Thanks mom, thanks dad, give me splendor, give be pain flash give me utter remorse flash but if you have never read invisible monsters you would not understand that small part of life. Look at you hands, do they feel like your hands? Do you have a mom and dad who love you? Or do you have no one. You fucking sheep need to be sheared of your identity. Then it will grow back and we will have to shear again. Look at my eyes and do you not see the universe. How can I hold you without breaking you? How can I speak to you without screaming your ears to a bloody pulp? Look at these teeth; do you see the flesh on them? Look at these feet; can you see the dirt on them? Look at these eyes; can you not see the hurt on them? So many songs, beautiful songs. I am so sad I have the world in my eyes and I keep on closing them. Mom why did you let my brother hit me? I love you mommy but stop punching me please. I love you mommy. Don’t hurt me mommy. The sounds of gun shots are so annoying but you get used to them after a while. I need to get used to them again. Look at this mouth; can you see the tears I have drunk?
Dried match stick. The flame licks and sucks all the moisture away. So dry in my eyes. Eyes mouth hands teeth tongue feet. Bonus points if you hit the couple. 30 points. Look at them all kissing and holding each other. I want a body to hold onto. Like a phantom limb you feel sometimes but it’s not actually there. I like the movies they make me forget about the entire world. Get a fucking job or die. And you will die if you don’t go to college. Look at this life of ours. Does it not seem useless or am I the only one questioning existence. End of line.
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  • Re: no, i was not abused as a child

    Tue, December 23, 2003 - 12:17 PM
    have only half-skimmed the one hear invites blood-traces introduce the merest of traceries until there is more time and space the hope is soon and hope someone is there the densities of interior needs desires dreams thoughts feelings veilings reveal reveil until....

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