You Buy Me A SodaYou've got the friction in your shoulder blades to start a forest fire,and a lot of things can be divine sometimes."Get off your skin," she said. "You never liked coffee anyway."
Is it like today?Pulling out the kind of nature that only your ankles can touch,you guess God's name and tell me how similar we look without any skin."Hush, darling," you said. "We don't have to share the same universe today."
We are far too young and clever.I am of other suns than you,and in the light all I can see are your shadows. He asks, "What's gotten into you lately?"and she says, "Obviously not you."
The face you make is priceless.I've got wrists like empty pockets,and a spine I made out of your weekly pay.You crack open my bones, and scour for the loose change.
Swallow My AstronomyHe had a black hole for a mouth,and eyes like the dying stars that I would never collide with."Speak me the universe," I told him.He laughed, and swallowed my galaxy.
Cheap Talk"My body is a language," she said. "Can't you read?"
I'm not listening anyhow.Make them believe thatAll the people in the world areSomething beautifulThat only you and I canUnderstand when we close our eyes andRun so far away with our thoughts like aBuzz in the back of our brains becauseAnatomy is something that we still haven'tThought too much aboutIn the dark behind our eyelids that willOnly visit us whenNo one else is around.
Soy Sauce for the Closed MindYou've got hips like an avalanche,and a body made of fortune cookie philosophy.She says, "Take your head off when you're talking to me. inbedinbedinbed."
I won't tell anyone.Mouths made of masturbation, and eyes like dying stars,you aim for something short of profanity.
Can you relate?On the outside I'm unbreakable but inside I'm brokenOn outside I'm comprahendable but inside I'm ill-spokenOn the outside I look good but inside I feel badOn the outside I'm happy but on the inside I'm sadOn the outside I'm sweet but inside I'm sourOn the outside I feel energetic but inside I have no powerOn the outside I'm motivated but inside I lack all motivationOn the outside I'm determined but inside I've no determinationOn the outside I'm sturdy but inside I'm tumblingOn the outside I'm strong but inside I'm crumblingOn the outside I'm laughing but inside I'm cryingOn the outside I'm fine but inside I know I'm lyingOn the outside I'm living but inside I'm dyingOn the outside I'm joyful but inside I'm suppressedOn the outside I'm okay but inside I'm depressedOn the outside I'm happy but inside I'm screamingOn the outside I seem optimistic but inside life has no meaningCan anyone else empathise with how I am feeling?
You Need To Lose Some WeightLet's Lose Some WeightGo to your kitchen, and open the drawer.Pull out a knife, walk to your room, and close the door.Lift up your shirt, and expose your soft skin,and without even thinking, plunge the knife in.Because they told me, to “Lose Some Weight”this is the unfortunate task, I must take.I used to be bulky, I used to be thick,until those girls told me, I’d look better thin.They called me ugly, an embarrassment, a shame,I suddenly became the boy, who had no name.Because when you saw me, I was labeled as fat,the teasing grew so cruel, I nearly threw in the hat.So endlessly I searched, for a way to end it,without actually losing my life in the process.I searched and searched through endless pages.I must have been on my computer for ages.And then I found it, a way to be thin,skip a meal, eat a bit, toss it all into the bin.In weeks I lost weight, and was happy as could be,but those girls continued to laugh at me.And later on, I grew slightly we
Little MistakeI'm just a little mistake.Mommy said so every day.I'm just a little mistake.Daddy drank his life away.I'm just a little mistake.Sister said I have no worth.I'm just a little mistake.Brother hated me since birth.I'm just a little mistake.All the kids called me a freak.I'm just a little mistake.The teachers just said I'm "unique."I'm just a little mistake.All their lies got in my head.I'm just a little mistake.Now this little mistake is dead.
am i hurting or hollow?you were my firstbroken heartin the pastthree years;i had unknowingly healedmyselfjust for youto break meagain.but with a face like yoursi should have known you weredangerousand good at what you do,because most people have to convince methey actually love me;all you had to do was touch my handsand i believed the only liei ever wanted you to tell,but which you never even hadto speak.
Invisible ChildWith arrogant strides they walk along the streets,Stopping only to gaze at one ofThese over-expensive dresses,Or a necklace made of shining jewels,Or to buy a sugar cake.Never once do their eyes meetThe eyes of the little boyLeaning against the wall of a shop,Lost in the shadows, huddled in his coatCovered in holes, trying to fight the cold.Should they ever face in his direction,They avert their gazes, some disgusted,Some a little embarrassed maybe.But not a word of greeting is saidTo the invisible child.With a sigh he looks down at his hat,Placed carefully in front of him,A silent plea for a spare coin,Unheard, unnoticed. Empty.No hope for the invisible child.But, just as he embraces the cold,A ray of sunlight breaks the darkness,As a girl bends down towards him,And into his shivering handsShe carefully places a coin.
say something, skylar.and my fingers are freezing as i type these words,the joints only bend at the angles they would takewrapped around your hand.it's cold out here,but i'm reluctant to leave your graveside.i'm immersed in the expectation that a few letters from nowwhen i unfurl your name,my fingers will find warmth or numb so i can't feel.
Ah... Haters... Haters Everywhere.Listen guys.I have seen TONS AND TONS of comments about blah blah blah Undertale is the next FNAF, blah blah blah FNAF is dead, blah blah blah it's not long before the Undertale fandom goes to to shit like the FNAF fandom, blah blah blah the FNAF fandom is shit, and now all them fans are Undertale garbage, etc.Pffft damn haters. They're all over the place. Yeeeeah, let's just go ahead and sterotype fandoms, shall we? Let's just say that the FNAF fans all suck, that if you're in the FNAF fandom you suck balls. What is wrong with you people?!Yes, I am aware there are fans who make porn of characters and all that fun crap *sarcasm*, but not ALL fans are in the shitty part of the fandoms! Not EVERYBODY ruins it. So stop calling us FNAF fags, or Autistic Cancer Babies. It's just plain wrong and rude. >I am a fan of Undertale, while still staying in the FNAF fandom too. Ooooh, betcha won't see that in the Youtube comments! Some say that we've all left FNAF behind, went into Undertale f
lilac injections.there is air but i cannot breathemy skin is cold and getting colder,turning gray.dust falls in my hair and tickles the linesever forming on my face;middle age stroking my jawas someone else somewhere elseblows out my eighteenth birthdaycandles.i can hear hurricanes and storms outside,feel the thunder resonate in my bonesbut i can only see the lighteningas it flashes on the walls,creeping beneath the doorlighting the hollow faces around mefor an instant.elbows touching and shoulders vying for space;your closet is overcrowded and i'm too shyto get to knowthe other skeletons.
i could never say goodbye.we are silveredhurricane edges andmagenta fingersclutching childhoodremnants - our rootstwisted togetherlike beggar's hands:desperate at theknuckle but strongat the joint.you have a swallow'ssoul and aremigrating away fromour secret gardenwith wings of endlessocean dreams and feathersmade from my heart tendons.(think you ripped themmany times withoutrealising)come Autumn we willsplit into separateshockwaves from theepicentre of ourbeginning, but likea tectonic plate iwill wear thesefractures of you with pride.(and maybe we'll driftback together someday)
We never stop being adjacent.We shiver and shake,and you have nothing else that isn't mine.