deathbysex

Is there a way to stop the agonizing struggle? Sweetheart, I hate to burst your bubble Can't you see the forest for the trees? There is no cure for your particular disease Can you do what it takes to succeed? What the fuck does that mean? The answer is 'who fucking cares?' So live this life to the fullest, if you dare Peace comes from music, sex, and the bottom of a bottle Enjoy it while you can... thats my fucking motto

It was the last weekend before children returned to books, bells, and chalk dust. Away from the concrete jungle we gathered together. There were brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins all trading in bedtimes, punch-clocks, and drive-through lunches for swim suits, fishing poles and romance novels. These were the last seven lazy, hazy days of summer. I heard my mom yell to me from up the hill. "Angela, time for dinner!" I always dreaded her saying those words. "Awww man." But, as I started to gather up my hot pink beach towel and flip flops, and trudge up that hill, my stomach would grumble, and it wouldnt seem

All of time and space And Im stuck in this place As the dust settles I pluck the petals Of a daisy one by one Lately I dont like the sun I want the dark to stay The memories never to drift away

there will always be someone who tugs at my heartstrings i chase the light but i can't see what life might bring my belly is full of beer and there is a time when it might have drown my fear this life is a joke for all who exist if i find out who invented this silly game i'm going to be pissed i should be resting as he suggests what happens when i wake up tomorrow with balled up fists? i won't blame him for my whole shitty hand but what am i to do when i can no longer stare at the ceiling fan? no one has the answer and i refuse to say a prayer i made my effort and it was my last ditch should i do as my heart insists? should i gr

The world is upside down. When I adjust my crown a thorn pricks my thumb but reality is torn. Am I being reborn? Am I searching for something that doesn't exist? If I discover that is the case, I will be pretty fucking pissed. I will be brave. I will be bold. Fuck that. I am bold. I know all the truths that need to be told. All the right truths in all the wrong places. Go ahead, look at all their pretty faces, even they don't have the answers. The bruise on my left arm hasn't even faded and already my vision of perfection has been tainted.

Alright, I get the message; moreover, I grasp your not-so-subtle point We had friendship once; I am a spectator; watching, as its' destroyed We tested the waters as lovers Curled up naked, under my covers I ask a question with no answer It eats at me like fucking cancer So I sit here writing this verse And, all I can do under my breath is curse What is my plan of attack? Just start walking and never look back? Give up, give in, And try to find relief from this fucked-up situation I'm in. If honesty is really brutal then why can we not be truthful? He walks around me on eggshells, All the while he schemes and writes spells.

You said, I think we owe it to each other to find out And I never had a doubt You took time to look, and saw so much others never see I worried that you would feel like second choice, second best From the first time our lips touched I felt the butterflies and the thunderbolts Do you think we rushed? Fuck that Threw out all reason Told all logic…Hush The first time I pressed my body to yours The heat the rose up; lightning flashed Damn, did I open a new door? My mind screamed so loud… Take me…take me, right here on the floor Time flowed on like a raging river Intensity always lingered I looked up into pools of darkness that so

I know you saw this coming I bared you my soul I don't care anymore I am bold I know all the truths that need to be told All the right truths, in all the wrong places Go ahead, look at all their pretty faces; Even they don't have the answers. Like a thief who sneaks in during the night To comfort my soul You make me feel whole It's not your bark, it's your bite The bruise on my left arm has barely faded And already my vision of perfection has been tainted That's alright, because I've always known it was never real I was the foolish one who gave you my heart to steal I take scalding showers To try to sweat thoughts of you fr