dedicated to 1:11 and 11:11 and 1:01 and 11:01 and 10:01 and 10:10...etc

I GET IT...one One ONE WON
lemmi alone
what is it...a good sign? a torturing devilish tantilizing figure? a warning? a reminder? a paranoia?? a coincidence that never seizes to coincide with every other day? Its just a number...its just a number...its just a figure...its just a ...OMG its 11:01

Hello friend

Its in those moments of total and absolute misery that you search your fogged up mind for what remains genuine. No fog deems thick enough to block your brilliant sparkle, where as all others fade with merely the suspicioun of bad weather. You are dear, you are one, you are my friend.

ur not as amusing as u r confusing...a reality hallucination

no matter how much i did repeat "its an illusion its an illusion" you did find a way to seep ...because no matter how firmly i squeeze this sponge of mine...there always seems some way to absorb, the tainted blackness of your breath. and no matter how far back i go, there's always that corner that teased me so. I know i know i KNOOOWWWW. I know that no matter how far back i go...that breath of yours will certainly flow and seep yet again. There are no Gods, more than one would make a war and this world would not seize to exist longer than a half of your dark breath. Nothing in this worldly world could ever replace, the loss i fealt when i realized...this world does not resemble an atom's worth of what i wished it to be. The potential for cruelty in homo sapiens is horrificly substantial. It's nothing really, its just the norm.

SHUT UP

once upon a gloomy morn
I approached a flower with a thorn
wondering back to why this was
all I came up with was a "just because"

haunt me haunt me all you can
childhood truama, nothing but a scam
You say it, you think it, you punch it
its still there...damb Damb DAMB

here's a post it note to slit ur throat

Its too early little bird. I know you think you're "really ready" to take on that cool breeze and flutter those tiny naive wings...But your patience is the sign of readiness and once the time has passed enough...That's when you are really ready. So open up and take this wiggling fresh worm...feel the comfort and warmth of the it wiggling down your throat because I promise you, little bird, you will one day wish and long for that moment of gratitude and the silence worries. Ahh the good old enticing breeze you'de think back...The anticipation that need'nt be anticipated. O moment of gullibility, innocence, and unrealistic optimism...I do miss you.

OMG OMG OMG

i am soooo embarresed...im embarresed, im embarresed im embarresed!!!....God, i feel like this clumsy orange thorn-filled flower ...taller then all the other white ones around it and it cant hide!!! why did i dooo that? I keep ruining it for..well, for me. Ahhhh, i want to scream..but im not about to embarres myself even more.

Tainted

I put it on a platter, and spent days...days decorating it and garnishing and i didnt care that my fingers were swollen. I didnt care that it was cold and my joints were aching. I stayed and made for you what you wanted, even if it tore me and it tortured me and there was nothing but white shiny bones left of me. I gave you everything i had and left none for my own funeral. Why did you take that platter and smash it on the concrete harsh wall? an inch away from my shiny bones. and stepped on the platter crumbling the fragile porciline even more under your boots which hid your flesh which hid your protected bones.
A dark blue shadow is under my eyes still, although this one doesn't show. But it burns...When droplets of concrete tears scrape through my skin, i wish and long for a scraping knife along my cheeks instead.
I pinch myself...I am solid, I swear I am. But those soundwaves...sharpened like a diamond's cut make me cringe and feel like a gas. I am not solid, every comment passes me as light would pass smoke. touching and hurting every particle that i regret being created.
I gave you everything. you... you, who deserves not to breathe of even this tainted air that surrounds us. I wish upon you nothing more than what has befallen me from you.
I do not wish for my enemies best friend this torture that I have been through...no not torture...this death.
At night my eyes widen in fear that a particle of you remains near...still lingering with a sneer. Darkness they say...embodies nothing that light does not. NO i reply...NO darkness is the constant reminder that there is unknown out there...unknown that can enlighten us to the horror of reality. Let there be light...but let there be no dark, for i cringe at the thought of more hidden atrocities in this world equal to a quarter of what my life has been through.