I cannot fit I will HIT my HeaD Let me sit

okay

Dear father forrrr give me for I have sinned SO bad I am I good girl I swear I s swear My dRUNKeness does NOT lead me to sinEphesians 5:18 my lord but I did so after and I am sorry you c the thingisthat i dID WHAT I dud done did he. jesus coming to a conFESon booth drunk was not a p a rt of my night father whatdoido whatdoido whattodo whatis thertodo he i was me on knee for ALL the rong wreasons hands folded just like this for falllllllllse idoll but this pain guilt in my heart pang do not be drinked on wine-beer-vod-whisk- wherin in excess but be filled with the spirit just not those mhm i know my verses but forgot them when i went to a party im sin and im sorry

Did youuuuu ever r notice how nisely your skin looks against miene. I noTice all of the time every . every time I like the way your nails are shaped like Long slender almonds painted. red as the wiNe from the bottle cooler station I drank from. that made me want to kiss you so bad I am such a mess. I am so so sorry i i I didn't mean to cry on your shirt after she kissed you in truth or dare. Instead... it seems I asked for another shot (BAM) because I want you so bad and I thank yuo for taking me home. Full of alcohol like this youre soooooo pretty when the lights c seem get so dark all we see is stars. I want to mess up our friendship if we mess things up kiss things up kiss you if i kiss you i i want to mess things up i am sorry i retch and hold my own hair back soryry about your back truck seat

hands i saw so much out about above below beneath me the freshest sensation I'd let it have all of me The senses, the new stimuli It is quickly becoming too much Send me away, Dear God, send me away.

The wind blows through my hair I'm standing on the edge again Laughing and smiling in the middle of the night My jewelry I gave away Everything fade again Now my only diamonds are stars in the sky

Holding on to the railing I find myself staring Wondering how far and how deep the water goes It's crystal clear ripples My whole body shivers I feel a vibration like nobody knows

I think of my father I think of my mother When she used to look down at me with a sigh Before I was with her The childhood was quicker You think if she saw me, she'd still wonder why

I look to the river I look at my wither I wonder if I really should go afloat I jump to my senses Get back from the ledges And to put it simply I simply just

dont

Tough, tough boy Reaching for the sun Never smiled once Learning to forget that

Tough tough boy Take your shot stranger You'll only get one Shoot me in the forehead

Tough, tough boy Nails are made of iron Soul is a volcano so you wear yourself down

Tough, tough boy Aren't your knuckles worn out Come to me to rest up Don't you forget

My lover is Marine I have explored your body Marine Biology Your tide to me is filling

Your head to me is spinning but anything is winning Im dead and i am grinning but this is how you met me

HOPEfully the journey is easy on you IS gentle on your aching joints THE miles is a big long number BRIDG(E)ing you from point to point BETWEEN sharp cliffs and low valleys DESPAIR may haunt your every turn AND depression bites. So find that light. the JOY and pray for safe return

Feathers on the inside to keep you warm Wings let you gently fly above the storm Little ones wait for you in the nest

River water up to stocky knees Spanish moss hangs low from the trees But you think A fish in your beak would be nice

You and I are about the same Look each other in the eye, I say your name Do you seem to understand me?

Crows listen when I speak little trinkets, little treats Maybe that's how were different.

Pretty tweets and pretty chirps pretty evils, pretty hurts vultures roam everywhere, waiting.

TW: cannibalism????? this is something i wrote a few weeks ago and i saw this prompt and i LOVED IT so yeah. enjoy :D

I want to kiss you like i’m eating To devour and savor you Taste the insides of your cheeks as if they were lined with jam or honey Pull away at you forcefully lift you up on the counter and have your hands rip at my ribs Have nails digging into each other the parts that we love most More than just nibbles on the ear i’d let you bite it off make a vow to me only to be gentle with my heart once you rip it out bites line my shoulders and arms trying to reach sweet nectary water red rivers spout like oil in canine shaped holes please darling monster won’t you do more rattle around the soul between my bones i don’t mind how much you dig into my hips do not be kind consume me whole until there is nothing left

Malachite, the cursed stone shines an eye on me and you opens up a wing or two leaves a space, a little room

when we pass the halls alone eyes at war, your skin is green rising like an endless scene god, i wish you weren't so mean

I'm alive, yet I am pinned dying now like I have sinned i have learned now to forgive you can't even seem to grin

staring in an endless pool butterflies may have a sip look into your eyes you fool free the little girl within

malachite, the butterfly greener than an open field gently, I will play with him

(Authors note: HI I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME! I'm so happy I finally got out of my writers block so I might actually be writing more consistently!! It's not much but I hope you enjoy! :] )

I am made entirely of flaws and stitched together with good intentions because my mother begged at the altar of my father’s rejections bearing her claws and fighting tooth and nail to find cure to our infections without fighting for her own she stuffed me and my sister with her imperfections forcing us to be better and stirring us up in the biased direction so we wouldn’t have to fear or maybe die when the world makes their selection my deadbeat tried to ruin her and stain her all while hiding his erection because he was deprived too causing him to turn a cheek to constructive correction little did he know he was stacking oil barrels of hatred ton by ton and giving me my content so a starving artist has something she can live from sadly she is the only one to stand when all she was taught to do was run and as she slowly sinks into the ground she will still refuse to blame anyone for even a moment like chocolate kept in a car or the hot sun she would never tell a soul about her dreams and what she wants to become the life that she wishes to have will paralyze her past if they want it begun but she would rather die then put in the painful sharp indelicate disgusting brutal indecent work in order to get things DONE