Category: the Church of Worthless Dirt

Your beauty is a songSung by the windIt is the sunDancing a full day across the sky Your beauty is in the starsThey are holding handsA bright shining light become oneIn your eyes Your beauty my loveIs so great as to become unrealA mythA legend Your beauty so magnificentIt must be deviousAn illusionA trick against…

You are mad, AngryScathing with hateToward a manWho no longer exists You are mad, angrywith a strong manA convinced manA creative manAn assertive man You are angry at a manadorned with hopeDecorated by dreamsPainted with desires You are mad, angryat a man determinedA man presentA man who shows up You are mad, angrywith a man…

I missed you so muchOMG it was impossible without youI couldn’t take itIt was the worstJust unbearableSo painfulI couldn’t take itI thought you were gone foreverBut you’re backYou’re finally backHere you areFinallyReady to come back into my arms Now go fuck yourself

We were at dinnerShe was on tinder We were at dinnerShe was on tinder She is just my friendOh no she swiped right again I feel kind of oddlyPass the manicotti This is patheticPlease breadsticks I need more waterWhose gonna be on top of her? We were at dinnerShe was on tinder We were at…

i teach her how to careshe reminds me how to cryi teach her how to dareshe reminds me how to die i tell ask to liveshe tells me to leavei beg her to believeshe bites me till i bleed i ask her for her heartshe gives me her fisti have score of scarslike kisses on…

You were just a lie I believed to survive thanks I didnt die goodbye

punish melovinglyfor constructing punish mefor lovinglyconstructing punishloving mefor constructing love mepunishinglyfor constructing somethinginnothing.

days pass months fade i grow weak a few hours cant last forever but a mere moment can yield in a memory a yearning that burns for years

He is a poet oh I love him he is the bestother poets suck but this one is specialI am going to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him some morethen he is going to write his poems about meand my sweet tight wet fly trap punaniwhen I hear his poems,I do kegels like…

dance in the freedom we are gifted by deathsing with full voice till your very last breath enjoy the journeyall else is a wastewhether you relish or worryyou end up the same place dont waste right nowlooking far into tommorwdont waste right nowlooking backwards in sorrow why waste time with hurttingholding anger or stresshowever you…