WHAT THE FUCK ON A FUCK

MY LANGUAGE IS VULGAR EH?
AND NO IM NOT CANADIAN.
DO I EVEN LOOK CANDANIAN YOU DIPSHITS
OH AND THIS POST IS BECAUSE I WAS CHECKING OUT MY POEMS
AND THERE WAS AN ALIGN CENTER
NEAR THE BOTTOM OF ONE OF MY POEMS
SO I JUST FELT TEH NEED TO EXPRESS MYSEF ON THAT TOPIC
DON'T SMOKE WEED. IT'LL KILL YA.

HOLY SHITTLE BATMAN

I HAVEN'T WROTE ANYTHING IN A LONG ASS FUCKING TIME.
IM GONNA WRITE SOME SHIT NOW.
YAY ROFLROFLROFLROFLORLFORLFORLFORLFORLFOROFLROFRO RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I HAVE 7 DOLLARS AND I THINK IM GONNA BLOW IT ALL ON GUMYM WORMS.
THESE LAST TWO WEEKS HAVE BEEN THE BEST
IM GONNA RWITE SHIT NOW
SHITSHITSHITHSITHSITHSIHTSIHTSIHTSIHTSITHISHTSIHTIST CRAAAAAAAAP!
LET'S GO SKATE BIOTCH
MIRANDA CHAN IS AWESOME. DENY IT AND YOU;'LL BE EATEN BY A NARWHAL.

CHECK THAT SHIT OUTTT

I LOVE DANI.

FUN. GORGEOUS. GREAT SMILE. AND JUST A LITTLE BIT CRAAZY.
DANI.
SHE'S THE SUN TO MY MOON
THE ICE CUBE TO MY FANTA
THE SMILE ON MY FACE.
SHE PUTS THIS HUGE GRIN ON ME
BUT SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY.
SHE LAUGHS ABOUT HOW I'M TOO SHORT
BUT THAT'S CAUSE SHE WISHES SHE WAS 5 FEET.
UHH. THAT'S ALL I GOTT. VOTE FOR DANI FOR MOST AWESOME PERSON.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

OKAY SO I WRITE ALL MY STUFF IN NOTEPAD CAUSE MY NETBOOK DOESN'T HAVE WORD. AND IT FUCKING PISSES ME OFF WHEN I REVIEW MY POEMS OR SHIT ONCE AND THEN POST IT, THEN LOOK OVER A CERTAIN SECTION RANDOMLY AND SEE THAT I MISSPELLED WORDS. SO MY APOLOGIES. STUPID FUCKING NOTEPAD. LATE.

We Missed Out

WE MISSED OUT
ON SOMETHING
SOMETHING THAT COULD'VE BEEN BETTER
THAN WHAT IT IS RIGHT NOW
YOU LIKED ME
AND I FELL,SPEECHLESS.
I COULDN'T FATHOM, COULDN'T IMAGINE.
WHAT YOU SAW IN ME.
THIS ASIAN KID THAT PLAYS TOO MANY VIDEO GAMES.
THAT READS MANGA AND TALKS TO HIMSELF TO SOLVE PORBLEMS.
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN HIM. WHAT ATTRACTED YOU TO HIM.
LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME. A CRIPPLED MOTH. IT TOOK TIME.
THE FLAME KEPT BECKONING, KEPT RECKONING.
STILL THE MOTH LEANED ON IT'S CRUTCHES.
WAITING.
UNTIL ONE DAY, THE FLAME HAD BEEN TOO MUCH FOR THE MOTH.
AND THE MOTH WAS DRAWN.
BUT BY THE TIME THE MOTH HAD FLOWN IT'S CRIPPLED WINGS OVER TO THE FLAME,
THE FLAME WAS WITHERING OUT. BUT THE MOTH. OH THE BEAUTIFUL MOTH.
SHE WAS STILL LOOKING FOR THAT FLAME. THAT BRIGHT SHIING GLOW THAT HAD PULLED AT HER.
THE FLAME THAT HAD BECKONED HER.
SHE WAITED FOR A LONG TIME.
AFTER A WHILE, THE MOTH FLEW AWAY.
CONVINCED.
THAT THE FLAME WOULD NEVER RETURN.
BUT THE FLAME DID. A LITTLE TINY ONE.
AND ALTHOUGH THE FLAME DOESN'T LIKE HER THE WAY HE DID BEFORE.
HE STILL HOLDS A SOFTSPOT FOR HER.

a little flicker of light.

RAIN. FOR SAV.

rAIN. FOR SAV.

I DONT SEE ANYTHING IN THE DECEMBER NIGHT.
I STARE OUT THE WINDOW. THE RAIN IS THROWN INTO MY FACE
AS IF IT'S SAYING:
SCREW YOU AND ALL THAT YOU ARE.
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE IN THIS WORLD.
EVERYONE LOOKS DOWN ON YOU.
I TURN AWAY FROM THE WATER FROM THE HEAVENS.
AND THINK ABOUT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE UP THERE.
BUT IT'S ONLY A FANTASY.
I BELONG SOMEWHERE ELSE.
I WALK OUTSIDE, BAREFOOTED AND ONLY A SHIRT AND SKINNY JEANS.
I WALD DOWN THE STREET.
I LET MY UNGUARDED FEET STEP ON ROCKS, PEBBLES.
THE COLD FEELS GOOD ON MY SKIN;A NEVERENDING SHOWER.
IT SOAKS EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I LEAVE A TRAIL OF CRIMSON DOWN THE SIDEWALK.
I END UP AT THE PLAYGROUND.
SLIDES, PLAY STRUCTURES, MONKEY BARS.
AND THE SWINGS
I SIT IN ONE.
BUT THE RAIN. IT'S NOT JUST SPRINKLING.
IT'S POURING.
AS IF A DAM HAD SUDDENLY BROKE AND RELEASED ALL THE WATER IT COULD EVER HOLD.
I SIT IN THE SWING. I LOOK DOWN AT MY BLOODY FEET.
PEBBLES JUT OUT OF EVERY CORNER.
THE COLD RAIN FEELS GOOD ON MY OPEN WOUNDS;
WASHING THEM, CLEANSING THEM.
I START TO SHIVER. THE BLUE WORLD STARTS TO SWAY IN FRONT OF ME.
I AM SHORT OF BREATH.
A SMILE APPEARS ON MY FACE;
THE FIRST TIME IN 3 MONTHS.
NOT GRINNING AT THE RAIN,
NOT AT MY 20/140 VISION.
BUT THE FACT THAT NATURE WILL TAKE MY LIFE.
EVEN THOUGH I PLANNED TO THE SAME NIGHT.

RAIN. BEAUTIFUL. WET. A MURDERER.