Sunday, October 16, 2011

Fairytale neighborhood

Dearly beloved fairytale neighborhood, I think I’m ready to leave, I think I’m ready to fly, I think I’m ready to die and leave this world behind. Oh so many don’t know the tragic lies that have been told like happily ever after in a magical world, but to tell you the truth it’s just not true. Here in my neighborhood happy doesn’t exist, not even in your dreams, not even in your hopes for a future, or in your wildest wish, it just can’t come true, not in my fairytale neighborhood. You see, I’ve seen all the wives miserable inside, all the husbands cheating and lies, despite the magic they still want more. We have castles instead of houses, carriages instead of cars, and we have royalty instead of family. But it’s just not enough for my fairytale neighborhood.
 
Somehow every character has a flaw like Sleeping Beauty sleeping with every guy that kisses her. What happened to her prince that married her? Divorced because she just kept sleeping around, I guess she just couldn’t help it, she is the queen of going down. Let’s not forget about Arial who sells her soul to sleep with boys. Oh everyone thinks mermaids are so rare but here their like sushi, they will never fill you up, not even after a dozen, they just don’t phase your heart. But the biggest flaw of all is my ex-girlfriend Jasmine, who I gave my heart, but she rather sleep with Jafar. Here all the good girls are sluts, the villains rule the world, and I have to live every day in this fairytale neighborhood. 

Yeah my brothers got a keeper but she’s a sea witch that’s slowly manipulating him to do her evil bidding, like Cruella Deville keeps running over my dogs, and the old lady from next door keeps leaving poison apples on my porch. I’m so sick of this fairytale neighborhood where I have to pretend everything is fine, where I have to smile in pictures, and wear nice suits when I dine. It’s all just phony, this world is bologna, and their all just trying to be something they’re not. I’ll leave my throne, I’ll leave my magic, I’ll leave my heart, I’ll leave it all to leave this fairytale behind. Dear fairytale neighborhood, fuck you for leading me to believe you were real!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Helpless Tonight

I am falling into a motionless state of mind, every finger typing to word my very last bit of hope is just getting weak, and my eyes flutter as darkness surrounds my thoughts. I got bitterness on the tip of my tongue that’s making my words sour but I swear it’s not my intention be so rude with imprudent remarks. I’m on strings tonight dangling off your wisdom in a dizzy unseen mess with intellectual cords that got me hung up on your words. I’m just a boy hanging there, in midair, floating at ease, yet with torture pains wrapping around my neck got me suffocating for help. Just be a dear and take my pain, fake it with my name, to be forever in debt to your fate. 

Silently vile vomit splats to the floor, I’m so sick to the core, I’m just tired of being sore from the tides of laboring works. The waves won’t stop and like a sinking ship I’m going down to the ocean floor, so slow, so effortless, so plain it spots like blood on white sheets to a new born whore. I’m speechless now, wanting out of this coffin I dug myself in, bombarded with bombs exploding with headaches just makes me want to pull the trigger of my brain. It’s like screeching long nails scratching down on a blackboard, sinking so deep into my thoughts, forcing me deeper and deeper into the ground. 

I’m buried under six feet of nightmares so heavy I can’t even move an inch to scratch an itch so ferociously irritating it’s got my skin rotting off like ants swarming to a carcass. The stench of this disguising mood is so far up the moon that I’m howling like a wolf so violently trying to survive the night. With every bite I take there is a knife slicing pieces of my insides like cold cuts of meat I’m just stacking up my organs for the monster inside to eat. I’m running out of energy, out of light, out of fight to continue with this life, I’m crippling down so fragile like glass I break with just one touch, I turn to dust.