stinken girls

there are many things wrong with the world.

many, many things.

poverty, world hunger, racism, global warming, pollution...

the list goes on.

one problem which we will all encounter is GIRLS.

sadly i am speaking from experience. 

before i wash pushed out of my mother’s birth canal i was said to be a boy.

yes thats right folks, my name would have been Michael James, and I would have carried on the XY chromosomes proudly. Instead, I came out with a serious missing limb (did the doctor mistake my finger for a penis??) Anyways, I came out with a ... no penis... thus I’m female... clearly... if you don’t believe me I’ll show you. 

So I can speak from experience when I say that everything (well maybe not everything) but ALOT of what is wrong with the world is GIRLS.

we talk too much.

we talk about people too much.

we are too emotional.

we think everyones out to get us.

we play this stupid game with other girls where we talk about them and then pretend we are best friends. 

“she’s such a fat bitch”, “OMG she’s the worst dresser ever”, “she looks like a tranny whore”, yada yada yada, the list goes on. Its girl syndrome. 

It took one too many talks,

one too many bad things to say,

one too many catty sleep overs for me to realize how seriously deranged us girls are.

so i’ll give it up. I’m sure i’ll still have my moments, but i’ll seriously try to remove myself from all the bullshit the xx chromosome has to offer. so girls, the next time you decide to bitch about world hunger, global warming, or the effects of the meat industry on our planet i suggest you shut up and first figure out why your going to lunch with the girl you spent the whole night before bitching about. 

© NLDM

nobody elses

here's the truth.
what you do is up to you.
nobody else.
who you see,
what you feel,
who your with...
its all you & no one else.
it's your life, so its your business,
nobody else's.
you don't owe explanations,
justifications, or meaning,
to anyone, BUT yourself.
sure, advice, and renditions are great,
but at the end of the day,
its your business,
and to those who think its theirs...
its because they have no business of their own.
so forget the should haves,
would haves, could haves.
forget asking people about your plans.
forget everyone else,
and do what your heart tells you,
your brain can't.
cause at the end of the day,
its nobody's business but your own.
© NLDM

hollow man

hey hollow man

where did you leave your heart

hey hollow man 

its your lies that tore us apart

you left your soul worlds away

with all of your history and foul play 

and if only you weren’t all tin inside

if only you were able to swallow your pride

hollow man if you could understand my pain

be able to overcome all of your shame

if you felt with your heart instead of your brain

we wouldn’t be left with a burnt out flame

hey hollow man when did you lose your way

let go of everything you offered - all your beauty

when did you become so numb and cold

if only you knew what you had was gold

the sad thing is i miss you though your empty

even though all my pain still feels so heavy

and even though your lost i wish you were here

any where closer, anywhere near


hollow man I hope you find what you lost
no matter how long, my fingers are crossed

© nldm

drowning

and I’m deep,

deeper then the oceans,

deeper then the seas,

I’m twisted and scared, 

but this is me.

i write my own rules,

play by my own song,

I’m as deep as an ocean,

and I’m drowning in my wrongs.

I’ve broken what I’ve touched,

and touched what I’ve broken,

my cuts still haven’t healed,

from harsh words spoken.

look into my oceans,

you will see,

the pain in these eyes,

it constantly follows me.

I’m deeper then oceans,

deeper then seas,

I’m constantly worried,

but this is me.

I’m drowning here,

I’m no longer afloat,

I’m drowning in my thoughts,

and this terrifies me. 

I’m sinking in myself,

steeper and steeper,

I’m gasping for air,

but i’ve only sunk deeper. 

I’ve finally hit the bottom,

I’m sinking in my sand,

struggling to get out,

reaching for a hand.

there’s no body there,

I’m reaching for anyone,

I’m filled with emptiness now,

I’d do anything to be found. 

© NLDM