January 15, 2016I've been dating a nice black girl. She lives in section 8 housing with her sister,Pearl, somewhere in southern Virginia. I bought some wine today and visited her. When I walked inside her sister was fighting with her boyfriend. Her six month old child was crying. He choked Pearl and shoved her into the closet so she smashed him in the head with a pair of pliers. He passed out and fell to the ground. There was blood everywhere. My life is beautiful.January 15, 2016 by waffle26
Epistle to the LostI don't CareEpistle to the Lost by waffle26
If anyone sees this
I'm putting this here for the nobody's
The no ones
The desert dwellers
The wine drinkers
The mad men
And the vintage alarm clock collectors
I'm putting this here for you.
FuckfuckfuckfuckkkkSmashsmashsmashsmashFuckfuckfuckfuckkkk by waffle26
Beat it bend it wreck twist it
Stomp it in with my foot
It still doesn't fit
It use to look like a square
Or was it a trapezoid?
I can't remember anymore
Whack it with a hammer
Bash it with a rock
It will never fit
We are trapped with this
Horrible thing forever
shaved legs.[i wanted to be a woman]so i bought two sets of earrings.shaved legs. by OP1atedDreems
silver-gleam hooks. bright-eyed, winking happy as a wish.
but i don't think the magic trick worked too well. they ate
out the edges of my ear, murmuring false hopes.
[shaved legs are so female] i shave my rounded-out limbs
to feel smooth as my adolescent days[ as smooth as a secret].
i kick them, child-like, perched on a chain-rung fence with baby pigtails
jammed mercilessly down my throat. [it’s my first time wearing them].
the silver comes back in the shape of razor lines embedded
in pink plastic [or soft blue or girl-green]. it runs smooth
across hairs and skin and dead-cells. the shower runs third-degree
scolding the boy out of me. [cleaning the illusion raw]
I cut too deep. blood races down the bloated calf into the drain
[with the dead. with the hair. with the skin]. iron smokes from the
steam around me. hitting the nose—reminding me that I am still
alive and I have not cut deep enough to be a woman.
JazzAn ambulance flies down the empty streetJazz by Bark
It's siren's wail becomes a saxophone
Playing cool beneath the blue moon
Flags wave in the darkness at half-mast
Hospital lights are white and cold
An IV in the ICU for cocktails
Play it, brother, play through the rain
Birthing notes as lost as our souls
Gin and a Pall Mall in the morgue
SingTo feel the hummingSing by LupusIntus
of vocal chords, soft,
building to a peak;
a release of life.
It rings through the ears,
a chorus of bells
and pure emotion
tuned through the body;
rising in the heart
like an ocean storm.
Is there anything
as freeing as this?
The world holds a song
that will complete me,
filling the hollow
part within my soul
left from the searching.
How I long to find
this elusive piece
that fits the puzzle
of my lost being.
When will my solo
become my duet?
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Favourite genre of music: Everayyyyyyyythangaaaa
Operating System: AVIDAC
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