Hate Me

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and eleven

skip me, shun me

never touch me,

don't give in to my rushed lusting

bend me, break me

just forsake me,

leave me to my wild chasings

lose me, leave me

don't believe me,

when I say you'd get me screaming

haunt me, flaunt me

mock and taunt me,

tell the world you'll never want me

grab me, stab me

never have me,

tell me how you cannot stand me

fry me, tie me

crucify me,

leave me cuffed up; hang and dry me

beat me, bruise me

over-use me,

screw, abuse and tear into me

throw me, blow me

get below me,

show me how you'll never stroke me

rip me, rape me

tongue and take me,

come inside and rearrange me

cut me, gut me

shame and smut me,

rip my heart out while you fuck me

kick me, ditch me

pull-unstitch me,

spread my limbs and leave me twitching

tie me, lye-formaldehyde me,

out of sight and out of mind me,

live your life while I am dying,

pray no one will ever find me.

Reckless Mess

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and ten

Reckless Mess

Let the lightning strike me down

I'm leaving my man and skipping this town,

I'd rather go out in a flash than drown

I'd rather walk lone than march in a crowd.

Here I come and here I go,

hear me rattle down the road,

ain't got no silver

ain't got no gold

but I got my youth and I got my code;

Onwards and Upwards; never plateau

nowhere to be and all-where to go,

I'm chasing the sun

and racing the snow.

Leave me be baby

let lie your woe.

Sleep and you'll dream,

I'll dream while you sleep,

I'll dream in the ocean

I'll dream in the street

I'll dream while the city can't rest it's head,

I'll dream of the day I've earned to be dead.

For the wicked don't rest

and the restful are tricky,

They want what I've got;

but what I've got I ain't givin'.

It's called freedom, high strung,

a quick trigger finger,

Lungs nice and young

and a refuse to linger.

I've got powder for guns,

and frustrations to light it,

a rocket for one 

bad reasons ignite it.

Here I come here I go

while the night is still young,

and the air is still hot with the blood of the sun.

Not one silver or gold

to weigh down my steps,

I'm leaving this town

I'm placing my bets.

Call on my mind

and raise on my body,

I'm deaf and I'm blind

but far from done talking.

Because I'm still blessed with the ire yet fresh,

from my twenty-year-flesh.

Ain't no room to digest 

and reach peace or rest.

I am war, I am leather,

I am risky endeavor.

I am servant and king,

I'm my own everything.

Hear me come, hear me go,

running down open road.

Call me fool, call me lame

call me dumb and insane,

Call me cheap, call me broke

call me lowly and choked,

Call me loud as you can

for already I'm gone, to wherever I ran,

And as loud as you scream,

You're destined to be, just an echo of me.

So leave me be baby

let lie your woe,

You can sleep while you dream

and I'll dream while I go.