St Johns KKK
Every time you walk into a room
your eyes beg for other eyes on your body
You move in ways that beg for a lover
You are no stranger to corner of the eye glances
You spend hours getting ready so it looks like you don't care about your appearance
You spend hundreds of dollars on clothes so it looks like you shop at Thrift Stores
You are always waiting for me to leave
So you can pounce on your prey
Every man in the room you want to come out and play
Well you're a slutty bitch and it's not ok
It pisses me off and ruins my day
Having to watch you diverts my attention and cuts me in half
You got no goddamn respect
Always showing up to these artsy events
But that blond hair aint died
All is see is stupid in your eyes
The last time I promised I would tell you to fuck off
However I wanted to do it right so you would get the message
I realized that you would fuck anyone
As you danced like a hippy hoe the guys who didnt want you gave you dirty looks and you didnt seem to know
Poor singer from The Burning Hell
And since you ruined another night as I contemplated beating your head on the wall
I decided I would just write a poem about you
No, for you
Telling you to back the fuck up
You motherfucking slut
We all think your scum
Go to The Sundance where you belong
You look like the resin in my bong
I'd only smoke you like an Easy E song
Ill never be one to follow your moral less herds
Ill take some action
If you dont read my fucking words
Where Did The Days Go
When we were kids
Did we even know what makeup was?
Did we talk about each other, did we do drugs?
Did we want sex and emotion?
Did we even give a fuck about devotion?
Life was easier.
We never wished for a hero to swoop in
And pick up the broken pieces.
We never slashed the milky skin on our wrists
with a bloody knife.
We never cried because we thought life was over.
Inside, we never died.
Or parents could whisk away any bad
with just one kiss.
Now we scream we hate them
When they ask a simple question.
Homework would take ten minutes.
we could eat without throwing up
And then go to bed, all before Eight.
Friends used to be
The people we played with
the people who enjoyed with us
glorious days in the sun
and bitter winter's sledding down hills.
Friends used to make jewellery with you
And have yard sales
And get our petty allowances
And buy candy.
Friends used to eat supper with each other
if our parents said yes.
And gave us big presents on our birthdays.
Now these people have been lost.
So has the very definition.
Friends, morbid destiny.
They keep me in fear of my life,
from going outside.
They make wither when I look at them.
The only people I thought would never betray me
are the only ones who’ve succeeded.
It hurts inside.
To realize I made a mistake in trusting.
I promise it will never happen again.
But where did the days go,
when our words were swept away by the wind?
When I was finally cool in somebody’s eyes,
Now, I guess that’s gone
Along with all the guys.
Does God even exist?
Because I don’t believe.
Or he would never have done this to me
They say there is fate
Yet That I can't convey
Because it's raining again today.
Where did the days go
when you offered me a popsicle?
Where did the days go
When you said you would stay?
Did you forget your promise?
Because I won't.
I just wont expect you to fulfill it
Where did the days go?
Blinded
Blinded by adoring you
forgetting the pain has put you through
the walk out, the annoyance
only to hang with him
but you don’t see the truth
of what he's done to you
LinesSo I came to the coffee shop to stare at nothing
Just like I did at home
Inspiration, inspiration…there’s almost too much to write about
Like how she’s so fake
Every smile filled with malice
Every stare just a plea for another cock
See she doesn’t let men use her anymore
She just runs away before she can enter love’s door
She has dreads and thinks she’s the shit
These men never realize she’s 18 and got a kid
So where is that child when she’s getting fucked up
Who’s singing lullaby’s when she is too wasted
Busy, busy stealing relationships
No I see right through
Your hemp necklace
When you smile I can see your malice
