Bucket List

K. S. P.

Tired Smiles

Smiles are skewed . Their multidimensional.

A smile can be sinister, warm, malicious or superficial.

But the most wonderful kind of smile, is a tired one.

It represents the human will to pursue joy, regardless of what befalls them.

Heartburns

Great things can happen during tough times.

Great things that stay with you, make you smile, during days of peace and white porches.

I'm Dracula, Bitch

Hi. I dreamt you were married to him. & I paid an unauthorized visit to ur house to burn the bed you sleep in while you make love. Hot sex.

Hey. I dreamt I pushed you off the cliff and he would try to save you.
And as he bends down to reach your hand I kick him off the cliff too.

I'm not jealous.
I just want you to know that he's a dick & I want you to pay for all your malice.
I guess dicks are meant for each other.

Know that the countless times u broke my heart has made me heartless. Now I won't feel so guilty if I murder you and feed you to the walrus.

Hi Sue

I wanna feel the rope around my neck

and have a second chance.

Is that why fate brought me to this hole,

this cruel hopeful dance?

Life wrangles you,

throws you into the sea.

While Living is you swimming

to a land that might not be.

They say there's worth left in me,

so I must hope to live.

But my worth is naught more than utility,

Like an object or a gift.

For maybe when I become

the cemetery's tree.

I will run from all emotions

and become useful for the weak.

And you have all sighed

for my lack of confidence,

I will stand and give you shelter,

For what lies in pertinence.

And smirks the priest with greying hair

In his eulogy,

"Here he lies, this sad old boy,

who's gonna burn for free"

But little do they know

That a bird they have set free,

Shitting on the heads of sheep

While feeding on my dreams.

I screech "Oh, is this afterlife?

The land that I shall be?

I wonder if die again,

oh higher will I be?"

For where is solace, when home is not able to house a wet face?

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Seasons of the Dawn

Way to go, new year snow.

All the paths they pave you.

For all the times you left the warmth.

To makers of the late dew.

When carapaces shed, the leaves all dead.

I'll make sure you come home instead.

Sadder Days.

When you're heading nowhere, there's no such thing as being lost.