Patch Me To PiecesPatch Me To Pieces by FadeAway1694
Perhaps I was wrong in thinking we should be apart.
After all, it wasn't bad at all in the beginning.
True, things were downhill for awhile.
Really though, it's better now, isn't it?
I love you, and I always will.
Could you do something for me?
Keep me in your heart, always.
Anytime you call, I'm always here.
Never will I leave your side.
Til the day you tell me to.
Hell, not even then.
Only with you do I want to be.
Not even when I'm gone will I stop loving you.
You mean too much to me.
Tear me to pieces emotionally.
Anger and rage could be all you feel.
Yet I can't abandon the hurting boy I see.
Love is all I can bear to feel for him.
Once upon a time, I hoped we'd be together forever.
Reality has set in now, and I know I'm wrong.
I love you, Patch...
A Poem For Terrible PeopleI am easily twenty pounds overweight,A Poem For Terrible People by allofmyconfusion
and my soul is a couple hundred under.
Everyone else has this heavy thing
that sits in their stomach and tells them
that they’re alive. I think the only reason
why mine hasn’t floated out my ear
yet is because my throat is blocked
by a coal of self hate. Maybe that is
the thumping I hear, my spirit
screaming. I always thought
it was my heart beat.
I can’t tell you why I am here,
and I can’t begin to explain who I am
because I know I’ll start to cry,
and I am trying to save up my tears
for something that’s socially appropriate
to cry over. Like a mass murder
or uplifting trending video on facebook; not,
definitely not because your succulents
aren’t arranged in the way
you wanted them to be.
I’m an ametur gardener
buried half alive in my own
half hearted attempts at having some
effect on this world. My arm
reaches out and paints my own
plot pot with a chevron design
in Robin’s egg blue.
God, I wis
PreferI prefer her naked,Prefer by allofmyconfusion
in a not so sexual
almost always sexual
way and when she
lays on my bed after
I make her come,
she stares up at not
and I know
I made her
and that’s enough
I want to go home
but I’m still deciding
where that is.
She wants to go anywhere
as long as it is not where
she’s been before.
I frown and collect her
pages upon pages
of poetry from floor;
she moans for me
to come back to bed.
She gets along with my cat
and if that’s not true love
I don’t know what is.
I prefer her with her back
to me, in a not so vulnerable,
almost entirely vulnerable way.
I want to fuck her symmetry.
Her spine is something an artist
created when he wasn’t looking;
her ribs are like the ocean
and I want to die
in the undertow
like a scared child.
I am a scared child,
and she is
I like to write depressing poems and things for the heck of it. Whether or not they are based upon real feelings is another story, though some of them are. I'm not that depressing in real life, usually. I love music. (But not that pop crap that everyone is so infatuated with. Give me some hard rock/metal!) I also like to play Xbox 360. My gamertag is also the same as devID. I also recently got a tumblr! I'm new to it, though so I don't really know who to follow. So, pm if you have any suggestions. ^_^ I also have a twitter with (surprise!) the same name as everything else. Lol If you have any other questions, just ask! ^_^|
Current Residence: In front of my laptop in a little 2-bedroom apartment in MiddleOfNowhere, ID, USA.
Favorite genre of music: Hardcore rock, Metal, Alternative, emo, ScrEmo, punk, goth rock, etc... (But NOT scene music. EVER)
Favorite photographer: Anyone that ISN'T trying to photograph *me*.
Favorite style of art: I like looking at visual art, but I'm no good at making any. So I prefer literature.
MP3 player of choice: iPhone 4S, as well as my stereo and my laptop.
Favorite cartoon character: BATMAN. And Harley Quinn. Well, okay, ALL of the Batman characters.
Personal Quote: -someone else- You can't do that! -Me- WATCH ME.