missknox

Warm sun, feed me up and I'm leery loaded up
Loathing for a change
And I slip some boil away
Swallowed followed, heavy about everything
But my love



Swallowed sorrowed
I'm with everyone and yet not just wanted
to be myself

hey you said that you would love to try some
hey you said you would love to die some
in the middle of a worm on a fish hook
you're the wave you're the wave you're the wave

Swallowed borrowed
Heavy about everything
But my love
Swallowed hollowed
Sharp about everyone
But yourself



Piss on self-esteem
Forward Busted knee
Sick head
Blackened lungs
And I'm a simple selfish son

I find myself too often playing Everclear, Nirvana, Butthole Surfers, Sublime, 311, Bush, Alice in Chains, all that alternative rock. I miss it dearly .. happy music with messed up lyrics .. i had my poems used as example in my friends class and they kids answered wow that is really good does that girl have an attitude or what? LMAO thing is I think this is so funny, because although I'm nice I don't understand why everything of general attitude ought to be caught on paper. Dimensionality keeps it fresh. You have to write the truth of your ideas, and sacrifice your likability to make a point. I'm very good at admitting, maybe not the most common quality, coming to terms with what/who you are especially the bad parts. I'm not sure how to get rid of bad habits without realization first. I just hear about things like this and no wonder everyone at arms length with each other, we're all very scared of each other and even more scared of others emotions. Is honesty a thing of the past? I'll never get used to that.



This is a great example

you can tell
from the scars on my arms
and the stains on my skirt
and the dents in my car
and the things about to burst
that i'm not the carefullest of girls

you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and i keep on breaking more
and it looks like i am shaking
but it's just the temperature
but then again
if it were any colder i could disengage
if i were any older i could deck my age
but i dont think that you'd believe me
it's not the way i'm meant to be
it's just the way the operation made me

and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that i ate
came a couple years too late
and ive got some issues to work through
there i go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that i have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
i was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
i am the girl anachronism

and you can tell
from the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that i'm not alright at all
there i go again
pretending that i'll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let her crash and burn, she'll learn
the attention just encourages her

and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that i'm sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but i might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off

then you can tell
from the blood on my legs
and the courage to desplicticle
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
i was too precarious removed as a caesarean
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM