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Heyy, I'm seventeen. These are the poems I writee. They're not meant to be brilliant, they just speakk out of me. Sometimes I put themm to guitar. Feel likee I'm talking to myself. Enjoy, xx.
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27 Notes / Wed Jun 26th, 2013 reblog

nolightescapes:

And if home is where the heart is, it’s a crying shame we can’t afford the rent.

(via promise-cuity)

7 Notes / Tue Jun 25th, 2013 reblog
All the pictures on my blog are so old, like 15. This one’s more recent.
2 Notes / Mon Jun 24th, 2013 reblog

Write your name in the sky

Naked I lay, I’ve been here before

He’s just another, I’m just a whore

Make me feel wanted, I’ll let him explore

(Later I’ll run outside

to write your name in the sky

so everyone knows

why I continually lie)

Everything here that you’ve never had

The worn and the broken, the truth, and it’s bad

The beauty and love, the recklessly mad

(Later I’ll run outside

to write your name in the sky

so everyone knows

why I continually hide)

When this world has spun me more times around,

when there’s nothing much left and no one around,

I remember your look, your voice, still the sound.

(Later I’ll run outside

to write your name in the sky

so everyone knows

why I continually cry)

Everyone claims they’ve dined with love

but it’s more than a lust or a quality drug

It’s more than a fall, it’s much like a shove

(Later I’ll run outside

to write your name in the sky

so everyone knows

why I continually die)

Hopeless I lay at the end of his bed

and focused is all of the hell in my head

because up to now, not a damn thing’s been said.

(Later I’ll run outside

to write your name in the sky

so everyone knows

why I continually lie)

13 Notes / Sun Jun 23rd, 2013 reblog

Don’t smoke meth

she lives in a tent out in the woods

she sells her food for meth

she’s happy living life this way

I know my Jenny best

her mother wonders where she is

her lover’s smoking meth

their things are grimed and soaked in rain

I see they’ve gone and left

she sees things that never were

on and off the meth

she sells herself for room and board

the high that she must get.

she used to be a charming girl

and then she got on meth

she’ll end up in a hospital

or raped and beat to death

she loves her tent out in the woods

cause she can smoke her meth

but it won’t be enough for her!

I know my Jenny best

1 Notes / Sat Jun 22nd, 2013 reblog promise-cuity Asked: "Your poems are REALLY beautiful! I love them alot <3"

Answer:

Thank you so much!!!! This made my year I think. ♥

God bless(:

5 Notes / Sat Jun 22nd, 2013 reblog

Wanted

My feet push the cloth

that once was my robe

Bask in the dark

and nothing’s exposed.

Breath grazes on me

and then comes the arm

I’ve lain here before

with the  mad and the charmed

Stretch my nakedness

I’ve been more than exposed

so I reshape my body

and misplace my clothes

Some sort of smile

for this room is now haunted

The ultamite form

of just feeling wanted.

The Infamous Middle Finger