The Occupant Thought - Poem

Hiding in the corners of this room,

Caged like an animal.

I can’t deal with the hunger, the gloom,

It’s suffocating me.

I wish to emerge from this and bloom.

Worthless objects meet my tired eyes,

I hate every posession.

Life is just a gift of demise,

Nothing is worth anything.

And away from me, happiness shys.

An earthquake inside of me I wish would quiet,

I won’t feed you, not a bit.

I will submit to this harmful diet,

I just want to be beautiful.

I worry not if I cause an internal riot.

Quiet brain, make yourself still.

There’s no use in thinking.

I want you to drop dead, I desire to kill,

The very thing that destroys me.

So hush… sleep with such a skill.

Copyright 2014 Cristina L

kid: dad whats a 69
dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]

giving up Tumblr for lent is agonizing. I’m missing so many things in fandoms ;~;

Why aren’t all men gay

girls are so stupid

Veil of Tears

The dreary sky above releases no rain,

Just like my face, filled with pain.

Waiting to pour, but to no avail,

Never covered in a teary veil