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Happy Valentine’s Day Cacilia


I have been saying to my girlfriend for a while that I would write her something, so I thought Valentine’s Day would be the best time to show how much I love her. She is totally awesome to me and helps calm all my demons when she is around. I love you Cacilia!

Without you, I’m breaking into shards,
With you, I am taking out my heart,
Boxing it up for you because we have a certain spark,
No person can see we’re both psychopaths,
Broken and damaged,
We both recycle and remember our pasts,
We keep hurtling further back to our bedroom blasts.
Cheesy as it sounds you’re the only one I want,
My sexual ghost under these sheets ready to haunt,
Giving me writersblock, you rock my world; I am lost in this girl,
I am finding a way to you from out of this shell.
You have no idea how much to mean to me,
Words cannot express,
Your love is a wildfire,
I am basking in your flames,
Up upon this high wire,
I am miraculously masking how much we have changed.
When the rain falls hard,
And the world comes for blood,
I’ll build you a house of cards,
Let everyone we know huff and puff.
Throw away your past,
Caution is telling me you’re my cute cure,
I am blown away by this lass,
Without fortune-telling I am your future.
You have demons, so do I,
Damaged by these simple creatures costumed people,
Seeing the world with soap in their eyes.
If you are surrounded by fire,
I will let it burn because I will come for you,
This is how much I really love you.

Cacilia

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My Evil Pen Told Me to Write This – 3


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My Evil Pen Told Me to Write This – 3

I am a mere scab upon this world as the whole planet wants to pick on me. Beware world, this is my turn! When I straddle this pen, I can kill you with my mind. I would scribble this world as an ignited cherry-bomb to have revenge upon you and you alone. Why individually miss a target when I can wipe clean the table in one sitting? I have eaten a dictionary. Each page thrashes out and rustles with a shiver with the knowledge of what my pen is about to carve upon its skin. Get them, boy!

if i fall asleep

I am wearing my madness as a medal; this world will not allow me to forget what I am, so neither should I. Bring forth your scrolls of paper and your flickering quills, condemn me, crush me and quarter my limbs; for I will write myself a new destiny, one where you are all alone in the darkness where I have lived, let us see how the monsters shall treat you in time.

michael phelps

I am running on the fumes of past fears, my memory sticks out from my brain as a protruding cocktail sticks. Lobotomize these thoughts forever Alex! There is madness in my method of writing, yes, but my method in which I use helps tame the madness into a constructive horror show for you all. I am a master sculptor with a pen, chipping away at my mental illness so you can see revulsion from my perspective. Behold a masterpiece from my membrane pieces. Doctor, open me up and fish these voices from me; Priest, open my soul and take this ghost that is haunting the hallways of this body!

ernest hemingway

Fear is only a choice – A brain tidal wave! I choose to grant it, as it is the only thing to ever stay consent within my life and thinking. These words are actually flesh-eating ants, that when you inhale with your eyes, they feast upon your brains. Yummy!

If you think reading is boring

I am cold towards this world, hence the shoulder barge; I am marvellously a marvel with a heroic heart which has stopped beating; I am burning words along with my cape to keep mildly warm from your frozen breathes.

rained upon

I am running naked in the rain for revenge, pointed fingers and tuts ensue. I have made a deal with the devil; if I use him to write and give him a purpose, he would return the favour. My words are jumbled and my blog is a jungle book; can you hear me roar in pain on my pages? My apple has fallen light-years from my family tree; my DNA is not even human, let alone the same as my mothers.

Risk

I’m living in your walls; I know all of your dirty little secrets. What you do when no one is looking and what you think to yourselves when no one is around. You’re all damaged, just like me. I was brewed in the chaos of humans malfunctions, now I have doctors telling me I’m the one that needs fixing?

edgar allen poe

“You have me confused with all of them, wait! Please don’t lock me up, I was happy before they came into my life and broke all of my windows.”

Now I am smashing each of their windows in revenge, well, I do need a breakthrough. Haha! I’m not aiming for the stars, the sky is far enough, this where I will explode into smithereens and my ashes will twinkle downwards upon the clouds and wreak havoc with acid rain. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope; it’s only blindness for looking for me. Haha!

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