He/him, TBH don't really care what you call me so long as it isn't an insult. 19, don't be nasty. If there was a galactic empire I'd be the crazy emperor. HELLA GAY
I'm afraid of my (physically, emotionally, and psychologically) abusive ex finding my tumblr and doing something with it
I used to date a guy who was a pretty violent criminal. And he was abusive, and I've been using my poetry as a vent since then, but I feel so afraid he'll find it and come back and kill me or have his buddy come beat me to death.
What do I do, how do I stop seeing him and hearing his voice when I close my eyes or start to go to sleep? He's stared showing up in my nightmares. Texts about "getting back together" or knocks on the door, or breathing next to me while I sleep.
What do I do I need to get away from him but he's already 100 miles away, I'm so terrified
The void has yawned to swallow me
Like a shadow you still follow me
Worms will turn and fields burn
But under the sun my bruises are unearned
You kill and think it matters to no one
But you'll find my way through to the sun
VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID
Get the knack I'll get you back
I smell the sound and staff
I hope you understand
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a chance
But when that time comes I just remember this song
I was born to a reptile and a typhoon
I was raised on a screen and taught by a cartoon
I am no one without someone like you
I am a piece of faux wax plastic fruit
Take me down to break a crown
I how you are found
Though it's gotten unlikely now
I think it's true that we have somehow
Found a way to eat a vegetable world
And we are nothing without a 20 year old girl
I was taught how to eat my own
I was educated on the importance of the sound
And I learned how to cow the moon
When there was no more room
I heard a prophet sing every other week
I made myself a puppet and he named me meat
I helped to remove the king from his throne and put him in a carseat
I am a big part of why you can't get a job or a lover
People hope to hear me tell them about what's waiting in the future
I'm frankly facing backwards
There's some argument for me being god
But I don't like to entertain narcissistic thoughts
I own my own belly though it's full of rocks
Free free free free free free free me from my line
Singing in the midnight "free Ukraine/Yemen/Turkmenistan/Palestine"
There's no way you know what you're looking to find
It's no crime to be born inside
It's no life sentence or free ride
A silver spoon can be the veneer of lead
And when you reach thirty you're poisoned till you're dead
And there's still a place for a short man to crack his head
Barbarians make better lovers because they use more butter
Like some Chinese pilaf empty abraham undercover
I took myself a Swedish lover
I hope no one can discover that he's made of clay made of clay
Words backwards that make themselves like how I am if you turn me inside out and then reverse the sound.