Poem #221

Raise your middle finger up to the sky,
tell them to go and fuck themselves.
Let them call you arrogant and rude.
Good girls get treated worse, why put
yourself through that?

Create your own heaven, find your own bliss.
Fuck him and fuck them.
The only thing you should keep higher than
your standards is that beautiful head.

Our new picture!

Hello guys!

I decided to switch the main picture of the blog because I really wanted Olivia (my typewriter) to be in the pic. I’ve placed the first one right away when I went Premium and changed the blog theme but I never really liked it. I think this one is better. I wish I had someone around who was better at photography because I have a bunch of picture ideas, but can’t realize them on my own. Anyways, do you like it?

 

Poem #209

Don’t lose sleep over someone who used
you to feed his selfish needs.
Sit back, sip some coffee and let Karma
deal with it.

Poem #204

She was a fire born on a hot summer day.
Her heart was kind but too exposed so it
became a liability. She realized to late
what kind of place the world is and somehow
the fire got burned. There’s ice running
through her veins now. The fire is dying out.

Typewriter Poetry