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    Blame Me

    Blame me for the misery, my kaleidoscope mind infused with misfortune Our love I torched so bitterly, sweet serial killer of mental distortion The demented spirits that haunt… Read more “Blame Me”

    May 30, 2016June 28, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Panic

    Wake up, can’t breathe. Panic attack, mad dream. Pills, pills, colorful pills. How much Xanax does it take to kill?  Make me numb, kill the pain; heal… Read more “Panic”

    May 6, 2016May 6, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Sinner

    Ripped fishnets, short dress; frayed denim, pretty mess. Rock n’ roll soul in her fucked up fantasy; rhyming dirty words, singing sad songs of tragedy. Rebel rebel,… Read more “Sinner”

    April 28, 2016May 6, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Violence

    He was the muse to her destruction, with her beauty always came a certain violence. She was the moon during his indigo hours, the shadow to his stardom.… Read more “Violence”

    April 7, 2016June 22, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Femme Fatale

    Make me your corrupted queen, scratches dragged across your chest Give me a good self esteem, bruises tarnished on my hips Dictator of our vanishing fate, embellish… Read more “Femme Fatale”

    March 21, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Numb

    I do anything it takes solely to feel a beat in my malleable heart. I am a junkie for suffering, it is the only way my lungs… Read more “Numb”

    March 10, 2016March 10, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Teenage Whore

    Teenage whore is skipping class; hiked up skirt, smoking grass. She did what it took to get through the day, her lip gloss smile portrayed she’s okay. Innocent whore was… Read more “Teenage Whore”

    February 28, 2016June 20, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    Yellow Poison, Yellow Moon

    Laying on the concrete, eyes wide on the yellow moon. I feel numb, yet everything at once. I pray to the stars to take me away. I… Read more “Yellow Poison, Yellow Moon”

    February 19, 2016June 28, 2016 by Cokewhorehippie

    HRSA: High Risk Self Harm

    Admitted at twenty years old, these white walls confine me Just to salvage my bitter soul, I can hear my demons laughing A needle pierced into my arm, “wake up for… Read more “HRSA: High Risk Self Harm”

    October 28, 2015October 28, 2015 by Cokewhorehippie
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