Average creature thoughts

Hi,

l am a murderer…

I really ddnt mean to,

The splat terrible sound is still vividly clear in my head.

There wasn’t enough time to brake before…..ohh.

Moving on, do squirrels have hooves or chew the cud, because, lemonade from lemons?

It brought her to her knees,
splashed cold black paint on her smooth frame,
it did not change her heart…

she didn’t mind its cruelty,
didn’t mind the stains,
couldn’t care less for her figure,
it did not change her heart…

only when whispers grew louder it stung deep,
swayed her own faculties,
taught her distrust,
it did not change her heart…

the image from his eyes broke her,
all it took was an undeserving painter,
one eager to narrate at no cost,
promptly colour,
on the dot wounding her soul.
it did not change her heart.

I do not know both my grandmothers’ family names,

One day i will be that grandma…

Forgotten in one generation

He is very kind to me,
Nothing l say makes things better
I still want to hear him say, anything.
I wanted to say happy father’s day to future father of my kids…
That particular day we weren’t that in love.
Or maybe a, “thanks” and heavier silence.
Last night l thought l would wake up better after crying myself to sleep.
I think tears heal the skin, they’re quite salty, at least l get that…

he is always in his head,
storing consciousness would be welcome,
that way he lives on.
her, on the other hand is an adrenaline junky, living off energy.
her claustrophobia would kick in, she imagines.
she would miss her hands…and his
A box of consciousness.

Destroyer of worlds

Conveys as thought, raw, uncultured

Pure intentions burn at its mercy

Its foolishness to try to redeem

May this remorse count

Only to the gods of virtues

Given a chance to unwind time,

I still possess no eye for delicacy

_I very much meant well.

I deny any self worth,

I desperately cling to the toil,

From far off the idea of it is warm,

It begins, l walk barefoot on blazing charcoal,

I walk on and on and on,

Part of me hates it because it hurts,

I love it because it makes me feel alive…

So l walk on

Its my fault, Laziness, l took her in

I did not think of her long term stay, its always easy with her….Nothing is ever easy.

I became numb to responsibility,

Failure eats my insides like acid,

My blood poisoned, tastes bitter,

Arms weak as l write this,

I am broken.

24 hours, l keep telling myself,

24 hours a day…

-In my dreams l was making out with her small frame and still couldn’t look her in the eyes.

-In my dreams when we got separated, they were turned into monsters, my “friends”.

-In my dreams, l was the only survivor.

-In my dreams wine tastes like fresh grape juice and together with him, we got intoxicated.

Whether or not l create subconsciously or these are signs of some sort from the gods, IN MY DREAMS…l escape.

Muscles burning as they yearn for oxygen, this is not a usual drill.

My heart shocked (beating too fast), The physical pain, the emotional drag as l push on….hating every second of it.

Yes, this is it.

The price for wearing a tight dress or a bikini in peace, my peace.

You pull me down, back into the dead waters l just rose from.

At first l follow…you got my attention.

The familiar horrors flood in to choke me. l can’t take it, stunted personal growth…stagnation, self love.

l let go, l let you go acquaman….I AIN’T NO FUCKING FISH AFTER ALL.

cat

Bald piece of shit.
Running mouth, “shit shit shit shit”
Sticking baby dicks in my ears.

Lost hope, this system,
Lost faith, the asses in power.

The rage inside will kill me,
l should have stayed home in the comfort of my poverty!

I wonder if l am the same
Is my facade see through?….does it tell all my troubles?
Radiate the emotions through the Bitch face?
Do l insult angels if the universe is against me?
POOR ANGELS