| My son Kaiden Allan at about 5 weeks old. |
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Suffocating. Crash. Cage.The letters bleed themselves Onto the paper My heart is racing And I am pacing While I hold the phone Hold the door Hold my order Hold the pieces of my dreams In the dark depressions of my heart's Most private parts Nothing makes sense Grow up or get out No more fucking around You've had time to play And time to change And you don't even want me This life we've createdSuffocating. Crash. Cage.
Is a cage And you, You are the plastic bag Tied around my face And around my heart Suffocating me It's like you're driving our car so fast
by ~CoffeeWhoreRUs
Marriage Can be a CageBroken dreams slide Down the slippery slope Where all hope dies And your blatent lies Are killing us And killing me And everybody Can see it But you I am fighting Everyday, with all my strength For you For us For now And the future For this wretched ideal Called family We are the toilet In which Trust, love, and all good things Are flushed away Pushed down the drain By our rage and hateMarriage Can be a Cage
by ~CoffeeWhoreRUs
Fish in a BlenderI feel like a fish A fish in a blender With no voice To scream with No face To make a horrified look with And most importantly No one to listen No one to see This agony, this tragedy This wounded shell That's become of me I wish I could slip away Be a shadow But a shadow can't feed the baby And a shadow can't support her man Paid to carry his gun, obey his orders, and disarm their bombs A shadow can't put on a brave face, then go home and cry I'm crying red tears tonight The blender is a spinnin' And laughing menacingly &nbsFish in a Blender
by ~CoffeeWhoreRUs
Reading Red Rose PoetryThey preach from the speakers Kiss the one you love with reckless abandonment What happens when The one you love Doesn't want to kiss you back Or text you back "I'll deal with you later" Meanwhile I'm sitting in the night Wrist held high Up to the light I'm straining to read The poetry I've written On my wrist in red ink Wondering if it will stay hidden Beneath my sleeve Or will it screamReading Red Rose Poetry
Bold like a black dream A winter's night carved of ice Piercing like a nightmareish scream I wonder if anyone will notice Long enough to
by ~CoffeeWhoreRUs
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I really appreciate it. <3
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Aww no problem hun
and thabks for the equally mucho watch!
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