writing – Page 2 – skin loves fever

would you do this to your daughter?

i don’t have respect for people
who put through
shit
they wouldn’t be able to sit
through themselves.
i don’t have respect
and I no longer will obey
anything they have to say
cause i’ve listen before
and it’s coke talk
joke talk
talk talk talk talk
blah blah blah blah
drunk gossip
drama addicted
high school
think you’re cool
child’s play
shit show parade
down the garbage shoot
to hell
oh fucking well
you guys earned it
hope you like the taste
of what you put others through
oh… no? you don’t like it at all -????
of course not…
not when it’s YOU
but you have no problems
doing what you do
to everyone else

would you do this to your daughter?

tell her to suck it up?

no. you wouldn’t

fuck you!!!!
( – i hope you learn your lesson but i doubt that you will)

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The sound of silence

I understand you.

Your silence speaks volumes

The ghost of you haunts me

and it will not go away

I don’t agree with everything you did to me

Or how you thought about me

But I was good to you

And loved you

More than I’ve ever loved anyone

And you treat me like a stranger

So you got what you wanted

You left me

Forever

Incomplete

happiness is a warm …

happiness is

blanket.

you thought I was going to write gun huh?

yeah me last year (hell last month) probably would have

but I know who I am

and sometimes all I need is to

lay down

breathe

and a warm blanket to comfort me

or just to feel comfortable.

a blanket won’t cause me a heart attack

a blanket doesn’t scream at me and call me names and then abandon me after it’s used me as a punching bag for shit that isn’t even in the right now

a blanket makes me feel safer than he’s ever made anyone feel

happiness really is a warm blanket

and when that doesn’t work

a warm gun

-kc

https://granitegrok.com/blog/2013/04/cartoon-the-better-security-blanket

photo credit from this website

Vegas blues

I do not miss

All the shit

He put me through

I don’t miss his attack

Or his lack

of self awareness

Or all the unfairness

I don’t miss all his bad

Which drove me mad

And made me sad

But I do miss

His kiss

And I miss the few moments

He made me feel

Unconditionally loved

And on my way out of state

He was the best travel companion

I’ve ever had

How can one man be so stupid

And so blind

Viva Las Vegas!

Ha.

Yeah

Mama needs a new pair of shoes

And a new knife

What a fucking life

Goodbye

Noise noise and more noise

I can read between the lines

I can read the language you don’t speak in words

The writing on the wall is very clear

If you wanted to

You would be

Here.

Big man

Little man

Where do you stand

Little boy

I wasn’t made

For you

to be your little toy

When you come down

If you ever really do

Blabber and smoke

Treating everything

Like it’s one big joke

Laugh it up

Laugh out loud

And while you’re at it

Act so proud

Who you trying to fool

Yourself?

Or the crowd?

Maybe both

In the sky above

On the ground below

Who you really are begins to show

And it hurts only cause I let you in

I’m pretty sure lying

Is a Cardinal sin

Where does the false you end

And the real you begin?

Math was never my strong point…

More positive less negative will equal a happy life

Bitch it out

Only to look like a bitch

And worse to feel like one too

If I spent the amount of time and energy on the things that are positive as I do complaining about the negative – maybe there would be exactly that :

More positive =

Less negative

<+>- = 😊

So today I’m gonna be super mindful of what I’m focusing on and the things I say

And try my very best to not complain

Yay

why do I write?

I write to express myself.
I write to create.
I write to discover.
I write because I can’t NOT do it.
I write because I enjoy writing.
I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself.
I write cause I’m inspired.
I write to inspire.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I write to feel better.
I write to purge.
I write to love.
I write because I love.
I write because I hate.
I write for all the times I could not speak.
I write to reflect. I write to relate.
I write to release.
I write to recognize.
I write to recharge.
I write to record.
I write to refrain.
I write to repair.
I write to return.
I write to revolt.
I write to revolve.
I write to remember. I write to forget. .
I write because it makes the loneliness feel less lonely.
I write because I learn from writing.
I write because it’s what keeps me from pulling the trigger too quickly.
I write because I want to write…
because I need to write and because I love to write.