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So here’s my two cents on being
A little more honest,
And maybe a little less reckless(?)
But god I know all too well
The familiar bleeding as
I chew off my lips
In an attempt to smother the incessant noise
Crackling behind my larynx.
I guess it’s easier to fold down my sleeves
Instead of bed sheets,
But fuck, I don’t know why
I’m trying to convince my shadow
That I’m worth following.
But like rain
It washes away the dirt from my lungs
And replaces the air with
One part cigarette smoke two parts instant coffee
Shit, I never thought
I’d have the symptoms of a depressive
Amalgamated into clichés
Shoving them under the floor boards
And ripping open the ceiling
To breathe, or at least fake it.
But shit
This is supposed to be honest
And I guess the only honest thing about me
Is my ability to stem blood flow
Bastardize poetry
And hide away like a fucking coward.
A little more honest,
And maybe a little less reckless(?)
But god I know all too well
The familiar bleeding as
I chew off my lips
In an attempt to smother the incessant noise
Crackling behind my larynx.
I guess it’s easier to fold down my sleeves
Instead of bed sheets,
But fuck, I don’t know why
I’m trying to convince my shadow
That I’m worth following.
But like rain
It washes away the dirt from my lungs
And replaces the air with
One part cigarette smoke two parts instant coffee
Shit, I never thought
I’d have the symptoms of a depressive
Amalgamated into clichés
Shoving them under the floor boards
And ripping open the ceiling
To breathe, or at least fake it.
But shit
This is supposed to be honest
And I guess the only honest thing about me
Is my ability to stem blood flow
Bastardize poetry
And hide away like a fucking coward.
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how to wish on impossible things
There is a girl made up of impossible legends.
She lives in the fragments of wishes that will never come true.
When pennies lose their shine and heads become tails
After every eyelash is lost in the whisper of a breath
Until wishing wells dry up and all the stars fall from the sky,
She will only be the words that created her
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reasons why I don't fly away
above half-hearted streetlights and industrial flooding
and vague misinterpretations, I cut
a little too deep.
it always comes to this; hungry shivers,
dry voices, heavy breaths as your eyes
fixate upon a set point in the distance
which you label as happiness, a nirvana
in plain view but too far
for your rubber legs to take you there.
back then we were theorists developing
a new frontier; we were two dreamers,
two corpses on a collision course in
the desperate season. you warned me
there weren’t enough words to say
beautiful; as it turns out, we
were a slip of the tongue.
I woke this morning
a butterfly. you would like
the sun po
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handle with care
there are 206 bones in the
human body. it only takes one good
squeeze and your neck can snap as
easily as a twig.
once, when i was at the grocery
store, i came across a crate of
peaches. they were on sale because
every single one was bruised and it
made me think, "we're all just pieces of fruit
left to rot. as soon as we've been dropped on the
floor, no one wants to help us back up."
i've forgotten how to think in poetics.
three months ago i would have
compared people to roses. pretty little petals
that can be crushed with just
one little pinch and thorny stems that
whisper "don't touch me."
but now,
i think we're more like
bombshel
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its raw and its crap but at least there's some truth. Maybe I'll polish it up another day or something.
i don't know. jesus i cant even write anything poetic anymore.
Should I put it under mature content?
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I really really like the shadow part. It makes me keep coming back.
sorrythatmysentencesaredisjointedi'mtiredlol.
sorrythatmysentencesaredisjointedi'mtiredlol.