|Amelia likes sitting on my monitor :V|
My Hatred For This World Burnsthis mirror reflectsMy Hatred For This World Burns by omgpotatochips
my inner turmoil
i stare out the window
and watch the tears
of the rain.
i really think
the world is such
i'm not a conformist,
i'm really just a fag.
five linesI. empty theatrefive lines by omgpotatochips
prancing in the projected light
it was just the two of us.
the popcorn was too salty
and i liked it that way.
II. raspberry bushes
basements and filtered sunshine.
making dust clouds
waving a butterfly net
watching through glass the passing graves.
III. i was born from a painting
picking at acrylic ribbons
my fingertips brushing a smooth canvas.
i breathe the carpet's knowledge
and line up the artwork on the floor.
IV. i came from spiders
dandy daddy long legs dancing
sometimes missing a leg, or two
tangled up in cobwebs
making monsters with their shadows.
V. i once lived in the haunted house
whispering to ghostly partners in crime
and my twin, who twisted in the light.
we'd make up words to living fairytales
i still believe in magic.
beehivemy eyesbeehive by omgpotatochips
sunlight seeps like honey
through the blinds
my line of sight
i shield myself
getting my hands all sticky
i wake up inhuman
today i am a bee
and i will feast on honey.
THE GHOST, THE ENTITYTHE GHOST, THE ENTITY, AND THE DIFFERENCETHE GHOST, THE ENTITY by omgpotatochips
Samantha threw a rock into the water.
I dont think its weird, she said, that youre a ghost. I met lotsa other ghosts before. So I dont mind. Smiling, she reached into the thin air and laughed.
Promise stared at the rippling water with discontent. I guess thats okay but Im not a ghost. He sighed, hugging his skinny legs to his chest, glancing over at the tan girl beside him on the dock; Other people just cant see me. Im so not a ghost. Samantha rolled her eyes and kicked at the water a bit. Her pants were rolled up to her knees and her sandals floated peacefully around in the lake.