Thursday, July 25, 2013

Jump to Fall

Originally Posted Here
I drown myself in cliche 
pop songs 
telling me "I'm original" and 
"I'm [fucking] unique." 
Assholes. Closeted twinks. 
They don't know 
my tedious ways and 
dull style.

Thanks for leaving.
Thanks for proving me right.
Funny how you still hurt me
even when you're gone. 
I am being buttfucked
by a ghost!
I am being torn in half! 

The leaves tell me
to stop forcing love
and to just fall naturally.
But what the fuck do they know?
They just sit around 
and watch others live, 
watch others pass by.
They don't know
how to feel.
They just sit
and stare 
and die.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

I'm through with cheesey cliches.

Here's a book review I wrote about a cliche romance.

I've nothing against romance, but cliche is getting annoying.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013