sharp

there's speakers in my ears, and there's monitors glaring at my face.
there's a tower next to me, and the smell of the air smells like waffles.
there's a printer sitting next to me, with no paper in it.
there's an internet box waiting for me to hit for the internet going out.
the paper is breathing, and i'm not high.
the walls are covered in tanish carpet,
i have people on the other end screaming for me to pick up, but i won't.
i have people leaning on me, and waiting for me to pick them up, but i won't.
i have people sitting on my shoulders all day, and i won't kick them off.
they have to fall on their own.
i have rocks in my sheets, and lollipops in my pillowcase,
throw up on my blanket, and ice cream in my shoes.
i don't know where this is going, i don't know how this started off,
and i have no possible clue how this gonna end.
these words are spilling out of my fingers like cheap glue.
the phone is ringing, but not fully.
its ringing in sections, i don't know how, but i'm not high.
so. . .
what am i?

bored extinction

when the human race goes extinct like the dinosaurs, what's going to happen?
we're going to be lifeless,
either on the ground, in a cave, in the river, or in a casket buried in the ground.
i know i've talked about death a lot, but i think about it way too much.
i thought about it last night, and i just looked at the sky the whole time without blinking
cause i was so shaken and scared.
i wonder how the world's gonna end.
i just realized, as of yesterday, how many people are here though.
how can something so little, or so humongous kill all of us at the same time?
there's probably gonna be a select few of like, a thousand people still living.
they're the lucky ones.
they're going to make babies,
their babies will grow,
then they'll make babies, and it just goes on
and on
and on.
just think about it, this world will never end.
atleast i don't think it will.
according to some people, the world will end in December of 2012.
and you know what i say. . .
FUCK THAT.

you're a liar

Stop screaming

I’m cringing in pain

Stop yelling

I’m covering my ears

Hold on tight

I’m slipping away

Beyond your grip

I’m sliding

Don’t let go

You are

I come to see you

You’re tripping out

I walk downstairs

Cocaine lined up on the table

Who are you?

I don’t want to share your blood

I don’t want to be your daughter

I don’t want to have you and me in a sentence together

I won’t have it

I just won’t

Not even piano music can show my pain for you

Blasting music

You listen to

Wasted on the couch

Yelling at me

Go ahead,

Tell me to go to hell

Tell me I was a mistake

Because you were one all along

This whole thing was a mistake

You don’t love me

You’re a filthy liar

You say you’re happy with her

You’re not

You hate her

You love her kids more than your own

I sit on the sidelines looking over at you

Saying you were once mine

It turns out I let you go

You didn’t let go

I chose to

I won’t come to your funeral when you die

I’ll be somewhere far away

No one will tell me

I’ll figure it out myself

It’ll be today’s good news, and tomorrow’s old news

You’re a liar

You’re a cheater

I won’t have it

I hate you

I despise how you treat me

With disrespect all the time

Why can’t you be happy for once?

You already are

You simply don’t have me anymore

I’m not yours

I hope you’re happy.

Because I am.

im crippled from exhaustion

im so tired and exhausted, i cant think of anything else.
my ears are tired from people talking in them all the time.
i can't think straight sometimes.
im trying to sleep, but there's no sheep to count.
the closet won't close, and there's a monster watching me.
my sheets feel like steel wool, and my blanket feels like metal.
i want to get out of this place.
my pillow just lets my head lay on it.
it doesn't fight back like people fight back to me.
i have the most un sturdy neck that's keeping my twisted mind high in the air.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know what to say.
i don't know how to walk with such a crooked spine.
my shoes fall apart, and my clothes are tearing.
i don't know how to walk the same way.
how should i walk down the sidewalk without stepping on any glass?
my tongue hurts from biting it,
my mouth is full of blood. . .
but blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

i'm sorry.

green buttons and yellow candy

wouldn't it be cool if we could taste colors
see music
feel the rainbow
use our umbrellas for when it's raining sherbert ice cream?
wouldn't it be wonderful if there were shampoo bottles flying throught the air
apples in the bathtub
and people could fly?
woudn't it be dandy if we were all happy
everything wasn't so miserable and black and white
people could feel the colors around them
and not be allergic to the pollen in the flowers?
wouldn't it be nice if we could all wear our pants on our heads
our underwear on our faces
and our shirts on our feet?
wouldn't it be funny if we would all be laughing at the same exact thing
and laugh for about 15 minutes straight
wouldn't it be lovely if we could all just get along
forget about the past,
and start a new future?

black&white

is it not normal if you dream in black and white?
sometimes, i don't even know what normal is.
what is this normal that everyone has to live up to.
like, you're walking down the sidewalk, in the most public place you ever were,
and someone looks at you while you're acting like dicks with your friends
and they say to themselves, or whoever their with, "that's not normal"
what's this normal personna that we're all trying to live up to

i need a block quote here, and i don't know any normal quotes out there.

i hope someone out there can answer all these questions i just asked.
if they can, their not normal.

and i'm okay with that;