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MysticalMistake
MysticalMistake
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The expression of your skin against mine. The energy of anger when you got too close to reading between the lines. The extravagance of grief that shot me in the chest that's, every ounce of my being lovingly in a box flush and beautiful inside alone, without the key that I burned and cheaply made, to ever allow its light stained appearance to only be seen.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
Expressionless Box
My mother who used to hold me closer closer than an arrow grazing a doe seeing as death flashed before its eye just to blink and trot away with more care than I'd have as my fingers grazing something so fragile: a life line my fingers rebound and recoil against something that I held closer than my mother Trying to splay my fingers to feel a pressing back, only to see as it burrows further the lower I fall. Nothing else held me closer than the letters that fell from that rough pink tongue at my knees my hands busy to decipher the characters into the letters I never will write to my family.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
Confusion of My Internal Death
I'm not the storms in the sky or the earthquakes in the dirt. The water churning behind a carefully built dam without a touch of my finesse as cracks liter its surface. I am the monster lurking underneath those calm waters no storm brewing as I slam my head into this obstacle of freedom, only to realize I doomed the town.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
Parents Perfect Protection
Comfort, Fury, Agony, Love, Pain, Exhaustion, Love, I said that twice didn't I? Love. Between agony and pain that I feel inside. yet what is it? Love is the heart, and it beats for my friends and the chosen family. Yet all I could wish for is that people stop loving the sound of its beating and instead? become willing to rip me open to see what lies inside and find that broken feeble heart the beats, somehow keeping me alive, please wrap your hands around it and help it pulse while I cry.
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
My Feeble Heart Beat
Words words words it's like insanity writing till you can get every last d r o p to spill over into a full cup a full cup a full cup it's full of lies of stories of artificial words can words be fake? would they still drip and cause us all pain? Fake words fake words fake words the fake are propagates. it burns down throats it holds them at arms length devoid of the very small d r i p s that humanity has learned to use.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
Words
misanthropy a beautiful flower of purple and green stems. drooped flowers filling my chest where my ribs met. A blessing for the departed and a curse for who sees the casket. Sadly, I'm the only one standing there as it grows. a beautiful flower of purple and green stems. drooping flowers filling my chest where my conscious used to be. resting, in a meadow, too beautiful, for death, for decay, for my body.
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May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
Wolf's Bane
To the sun you gaze with the darkness of the middle yet your petals are full of bright yellow hiding your sorrows in the shade behind you. And there I stand waiting for the sun to rise so that you can gaze at me again, I don't stand there because I am something you want to forget, I stand there, because I'll stand in the cold of the shade or your darkest moments and I will stand in the warmth of the sun with you so that I can tell you of my shadows, while I try to make you believe you that you can tell me too
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May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
Sunflower
Forcefully the system pulls my skull splitting it apart pouring poison from their lips. And I can do nothing. Nothing but stare at the words up on the board as they dig further trying to bury themselves in the corners of my mind. They know they don't belong there, and it makes me wonder do I know it too?
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
The Pulse in my Skull
It beats so fast sitting in my chair like tomorrow has already come and I'm a week behind. It trembles under my skin like dragon beards candy slowly being torn apart and I'm trying to sit still. It compresses so tightly trying to breathe air like my spirit is trying to fall out and I'm barely keeping it inside. Yet I couldn't tell you why it races. My heart, My muscles, my throat. All I know is that no matter what, that finish line, is nowhere to be seen.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
Why It Races
Just don’t drown Please. Because I can’t explain it. The way my body tenses Shakes Eyes wide Panic Panic Panic. Save them. Save them. Save them. They’re okay, They’re okay, They’re okay, Tense Shake Wide Panic Off stand Panic Off stand Panic Off Stand … Now Anxiety attack
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
Lifeguard