charles-barnettWhisper

American

Untitled 11/8/2015She's the kind of girl that laughs at her own jokes. / Not in the way where you are left thinking / she is the center of her own universe

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Nov 8, 2015

epithetand here i am again / at the intersection / of pedestrian language

Nov 8, 2015

Boxes in the AtticMy membrane is a flower and too many people have plucked my petals from the stem. / I ripped out all of the pages that had scripture in them, scripture that told stories of who I was back then, scripture I had written with a broken pen. / I kept your voice in a box that's in the attic, it's safe inside a headache, it still sounds nothing less than tragic.

@bruisedwisdomteeth16

May 8, 2015

underlying infernohave you ever drowned in a pool of your own blood and been resuscitated by yourself after entering the 9 circles of hell? you enter one hell for each month, and at the end you are reborn again. / the first month, you are forced to watch a movie of your former lover's future love life, the day their sky wasn't your favorite shade of gray anymore, their wedding day, their children growing up in the arms of another, the ending of all endings. you cannot leave the theater, you cannot cry, you cannot scream, only apologize on a cycle like the mixtape you played on repeat that they gave you the day they first told you they loved you. / the second month, your demons circle you for 31 days straight. they tell you the stories of your past you swore you forgot, the knives you though you pulled out, put back in the drawer, and locked away are in their hands. they sing songs of everything that has gone wrong. they wrap their festering arms around your shoulders, they leave oil stained kisses on your neck on the same places all of your previous lovers did. they hold your hand like your mother did, they take you in their arms like your father did. they tell you they love you, you begin to believe them, and on the 31st day they leave, abandon you, the bitter iron taste that is all too familiar enters your mouth.

@bruisedwisdomteeth13

Dec 24, 2014

UntitledMy friend Murphy knows all kinds of things about everything. / Like the chemical composition of LSD and how to dance ballet. / He told me once that there are an infinite number of universes,

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Sep 6, 2014

Warped VinylI am a warped vinyl left in the sun / by your careless hand. / My voice has become so warbled

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Sep 4, 2014

Untitled July 17th, 2014I'm sorry if this seems long-winded but everything I write is short / because I'm not used to speaking without you cutting me off mid-sentence and I must get these weights off my chest before they crush my lungs / like the pressure that surrounds me as if I'm a deep sea diver

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Jul 17, 2014

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHTto smile like that, / you ******* Cheshire cat, / your lips curled up

Jun 5, 2014

submissions to post secretkissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic / i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents / you taught me that the saying *"pick your battles"* meant not answering when love was at the door

May 21, 2014

Twitter Poetry Vol. 31) 12 thousand tweets and none of them are substantial. They're becoming less and less about you though. Maybe that's what is substantial about them. / 2) Something in the way you wrap sin in worship. / 3) I'm an arson waiting to happen, is the funeral pyre really necessary?

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May 19, 2014

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