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some slam poetry i wrote cuz im a geek… i actually really really like this poem.. probs my fav ive written to far. my teacher wants me to submit it to a contest… if people have any suggestions hmu in my ask
The Personification of a Blue Green Panic Attack
They stole me from my bed and put me in a room that looks the same.
They hung god’s face from the bramble bushes
in the window to watch me.
And in a voice like yellow plastic they told me things I understood
and I held onto every word and wondered why they didn’t look like me.
Why the lamp and the bed and the table is a lie,
and so are these two eyes.
On the night they let me onto the roof
but not close to the edge.
And in words that taste like yellow plastic
they say the things I dread
in that part of the night that’s blue but feels green.
Green with every inch of it’s blueness
and it feels like a square with rounded edges
even though I know that nights don’t have shapes
or feelings
but I feel them like mercury
rising in glass joints
with every yellow plastic word that they put in my pocket
and say take care of this
someday you will need it.
and they take me back to my real room
with my real lamp
but somehow I’m not convinced
and you asked where this came from and i tell you that it’s all gone to nothing
and you smile that sad smile
that you do when you don’t understand me.
and there will still be green sky
in every part of me,
in my knocked in knees and the crevice between
my left ear and my brown hair, and there’s some
wedged between my right canine and my molar
and underneath every finger nail.
So you sing me some vulgar bar songs
we drink tea in a non-pretentious way
and for a second you convince me
they won’t come back tomorrow for me
but in the darkness of the next night
they come to my bedside
and I feel the blue green-ness
that innate inherent briny green-ness
of your lie in every
every
archaic second that feels somehow
so cheap and cliche
that I can’t bear to hear the words
fall through these cracking lips
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