To wish you were someone else
is to waste the person you are.
— Kurt Cobain (via bl-ossomed)
The mind of a teenager.
Red like grief contained in the crucifixion
Red like I’d die for you
Red like turmoil to continue the everlasting
Black like the cavernous holes in your heart where the end of the depths meet red
Black like the wide trampled road that reassures the soul…. that it’s okay
Red like the color of the sirens flashing behind you warning you of the dangers that lies ahead
The second coming.
[Carlisa Baker April 14, 2014]
I want to be,
Embraced in your arms
Home of the sweet obscenities that Painfully please me
Home of the derogatory flattery used to
Describe my beautifully hideous ass
I want your arms around my,
Scarred body that is afflicted with
Solemn vile bouquet that penetrates
Deeply, where the rest of the factual Opine resides that compiles my Biography
I want your lips on my lips
I want you to taste the repulsion, Abhorrence, and contentment that fuse To create confident diffidence
Oh yea that’s why I can’t look you in the Eyes
Oh yea that’s why I can look you in the Eyes
I crave your smile,
The smile that forms when my negatively Positive parabola forms to create the Sine waves that spike if seen on an Electrocardiogram
The smile that reassures your ego that my jaunt away from home won’t be Occurring
Home is where I want to be
I love you, you fucking bastard
[Carlisa Baker April 12, 2014]
3AM: the time to miss people who don’t miss you.