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the dead bird Apr 2016
everyday is exactly the same
there is no love here
and there is no pain*

every single day
consists of only
gray
though my sight
is not colorblind
I exist
in a monochromatic world

at first
when I discovered
my true self
hiding
in my shadow
I found I was
drowning
in the deepest sea
of dark blue misery

anchors of shame
sunk me
to the depths
unable to pull myself
back up
my soul died while submerged
and since then
this sunken vessel
has been empty

sea of sadness
I am
one with you
the pressure
is no longer
overwhelming
it has become
unnoticeable
as with
all else

no joy
no sunshine
can touch this
void
myself
immune to sadness
immune to all
the colors of emotion

please make me real
I just want to feel
Chalsey Wilder Nov 2015
Not an inch of this world is safe
I couldn't imagine living in this beautiful ill ridden place.
The earth is a beautiful place, but most the people on it aren't anymore.
Nameless Nov 2015
Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.

I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.

(My Mind Questions It)

So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.

A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.

The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.

Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.
November 13, 2015.
(Most recent hallucination/vision)

I went into the girls bathroom,
And as I walked into the second stall...
I see pale pink converse .
I could see through the wall that separated us,
the shoes connected to legs... but that was it.
(She) was only visible from the knee down.
(She) had white tights on.

The pale pink shoes step up, on the toilet.
Turned and leaped  off,
but (Her) feet never touched the ground...

Today I saw a (Girl),
In pink Converse and white tights.
Hang (Herself),
In the third stall of the girl's bathroom.
elle May 2015
You are a ghost
that haunts my coast
lighting up every inch
leaving me with a flinch
edited
Him:
Do you want to share my ice cream
play footsie?
Inch by inch
I’ll climb up
You eat

Her:
I want to go horseback riding
By candlelight
With a bottle of wine
squeezing with my thighs
I want a stallion
#share #ice #cream #footsie #inch #climb #eat
#horseback #candlelight #wine #thighs #stallion
it's ok May 2014
simple enough
If I wanted to, I could
I could dissect every word
you ever said
Take off the fabric that surrounds--
I would never, I told you,

I want to taste your skin,
after it's been hung on the clothespin
in the sun too long
If you heard this, you'd take it the wrong way

you want to taste me
because that little kiss,
you knew what you were doing
and now your hands know every inch of me

so ******* now
Mary N May 2014
You may love every inch of me, except for one.
That one inch is sacred.
It is mine.
Forever.
When you leave, every inch will burn, except for one.
That is mine.
Forever.
It will keep me holding on and fighting. It will keep me from drowning.
That inch was never and will never be yours.
It is mine.
Forever.
May 26, 2014

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