?

Why can't I be somebody's somebody.

those damn Jedis

Three Days Grace

Nookery

In this blind world of comm-fuckery

comes the mouthpiece of love and charity.

Dribbling Karo for show, tasty sweet

licking its drip over icy lips, dirty

limbs saluting over the white chalk of purity.

I see your molten face, your uncommon chastity

your broken smile peeling and revealing

your true identity. You're the sexual banality

of American flag-wavers and pulpit misery.

You kiss my vomit-stained cheek gleefully, as I lay

waste to my broken, fucked up, drunken

morality.

night

When night comes one more time

I scream into its face and cry

for the demon's to go, the blood in my

veins to curdle and weigh its pound

of flesh it extracts each day.

One more lick is all I can muster;

all I can pray for is the living

to die and the sun never to rise.

Evermore, I cry as the black 

of night and the bloody crows fly.

Emile Autumn, Liar-Manic Depressive Mix

Quote

What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on a necklace of despair~Marian Keyes, "This Charming Man"

Tank Girl again

um...

wow, I got nothing today. Totally blank. I have plenty of angst. Let's see, wish I was in love yet loathe the thought. Sex. Sex is good, yes? But seriously, sex is easy. It's finding someone to stick around that's a fucking bitch. Wait, I mean, I've found fucking bitches that stuck around. I need to find a non-fucking-bitch, like a normal, sweet, sexy, fun, smart, geeky woman who likes me more than than she likes herself, well I mean, ...oh fuck it, there is too much, you know what I mean. Possible? Sure, I suppose. meh, I'll just sleep around.

OK, I lied a little. But now I am blank.

Batman vs Spawn

eyes and ink

ocean denizen

art art art

Shit Kickers

Join the rodeo they said.

It will be fun they said.

I put on my bangles and 

pasties and stepped into the

arena. Dancing stars surrounded

my head, blinked out the night.

I didn't expect the booing and 

hissing nor the mud-slinging. And

the bucking, the God-awful

bucking. Instantly stripped as

my body crumpled under

booted heels. So many hands 

and fingers, belts, and barbs prodding

poking stabbing at my exposed,

tender flesh. Then the cheering

began. Shrieking gouged my ear-

drums like a dagger through a

freshly caught fish. I crawled through

the dirt, breaking my nails on

busted ribs and cages of the lost,

woebegone ivory from the past.

Dear, agony spurned my torn muscle

on, beating towards my only hope of

salvation. A rusty spur. As warmth

spread under and around me my smile

knocked out the drooling throng, stilled

their lust for blood. My freshly borne

soul spun over their heads and out

to the unknown, welcoming heavens.

untitled

My mother told me, perhaps a warning, stop

entertaining and drawing in the darkness. I remember

years ago looking out My Window, admiring and

envying the beautiful girls and handsome boys.

This feels like then.

She will never see, will never try peeking

into the swirling black behind my blue eyes.

If she would, if only she could, she would see

it’s not dark here. There were monsters and

shadows and things that bumped me in the night.

But I scoured and I cried and washed with the tears

and blood haunting me. It’s no longer dark; only

grief survives. Like a hunchback ringing that

old, broken bell, it rings my head and bangs on

my heart. But I am clean. I am a knight in armor.

She should peek. Still, blind eyes cannot see nor

the heart of the ashamed.

I lost my favorite toy when I was a girl, a tiny

ray gun I played with everyday. I moaned and

wept and tore at my hair.

This feels like then.

Ghosts

I think of you, your

ghostly presence, whispering

in my jagged ear against

my rashy skin.

When you left, I left

with you leaving my ragged

heart behind to rot within

my ground beef corpse.

I couldn't stay with you long

stuffed inside your

smelly pocket, against

your molting flesh.

The liquor pouring from

my skin replaces

the tears I bottled up and gave you.

I saw you! Behind the curtain

like evil Oz, dumping them

down the drain, smiling that 

evil grin on your barbaric face.

I was at your feet at one 

time, you saw and waited,

you waited for me, crushing

my ribs with your worn Birkenstocks.

Hope

I hope

You slip the knife in gently

I hope

When you ask me to come you leave me alone

I hope

Each drop I spill won't find its way home

I hope

You slam the door quietly

I hope

One scream barks at your heels

I hope

The shudders will be drawn across my face

I hope

You take what you brought back to hell

I hope

When you see me there

I pray

You close your eyes to mine and walk on.

Tattoo embrace

The Joker

players

!

None of you ever deserved anything
I ever gave you. You were users and
always will be.You wouldn't recognize a
good heart if it was hand-delivered to
you....because, it was.  I gave it willingly and 
passionately and look what you did with it-
stomped it into the ground like a poisonous spider.