OneBigParadox - Hello Poetry

My eyes shut. I flew with the force of a bullet through my windshield. I never thought it was possible for something so drastic to happen so quickly, but here it was happening once again. I feel my head smack against the ground. The sounds of bones crunching echoes through the air, and then the noise stops. My eyes open. I see the dark sky, splattered with stars upon stars. I inhale sharply, searching for my breath that I thought that I had lost. I try to move my hand. I can't. I try to move my leg. I can't. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't let out any words. Instead, I scream. I scream louder then I have ever screamed before. My head turns to the side and looks at the car that I was in not only a moment ago. One of the headlights has died, but the one that still works blinds me. I flinch, and my eyes shut again. I can hear the sounds of sirens rushing towards me. I'm lifted up, and put into a vehicle. Something sticks me in the arm. My body goes numb. I can't move, I can't move, why can't I move? My eyes open. A year later. My arms bangs against the side of the wheelchair. The nurse yells at me to not to do that, or I'll get my fingers stuck in the spokes. I can't talk. I can't feel I can't talk. I can't move. My family comes to visit. I can't even tell my mom and dad that I'm sorry for doing this to them. Do you know what it's like to look your own parents in the face, only to have them cry over the fact that you can't open your own mouth to feed yourself? I can't talk. I can't feel Can't talk, can't move. Why? I can't talk I can't feel. Why? My whole body aches to be itself, but it can't because it's stuck in a constant cycle of asking itself how to be itself. Why? I can't move. I can't talk. I can't feel. Can't feel, can't move. I just want you to know that I made I mistake. I just want to be able to feel again.

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Nov 19, 2017

Nov 19, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC

Seatbelt

My eyes shut. I flew with the force of a bullet through my windshield. I never thought it was possible for something so drastic to happen so quickly, but here it was happening once again. I feel my head smack against the ground. The sounds of bones crunching echoes through the air, and then the noise stops. My eyes open. I see the dark sky, splattered with stars upon stars. I inhale sharply, searching for my breath that I thought that I had lost. I try to move my hand. I can't. I try to move my leg. I can't. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't let out any words. Instead, I scream. I scream louder then I have ever screamed before. My head turns to the side and looks at the car that I was in not only a moment ago. One of the headlights has died, but the one that still works blinds me. I flinch, and my eyes shut again. I can hear the sounds of sirens rushing towards me. I'm lifted up, and put into a vehicle. Something sticks me in the arm. My body goes numb. I can't move, I can't move, why can't I move? My eyes open. A year later. My arms bangs against the side of the wheelchair. The nurse yells at me to not to do that, or I'll get my fingers stuck in the spokes. I can't talk. I can't feel I can't talk. I can't move. My family comes to visit. I can't even tell my mom and dad that I'm sorry for doing this to them. Do you know what it's like to look your own parents in the face, only to have them cry over the fact that you can't open your own mouth to feed yourself? I can't talk. I can't feel Can't talk, can't move. Why? I can't talk I can't feel. Why? My whole body aches to be itself, but it can't because it's stuck in a constant cycle of asking itself how to be itself. Why? I can't move. I can't talk. I can't feel. Can't feel, can't move. I just want you to know that I made I mistake. I just want to be able to feel again.

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Read this at my funeral Because by the time I write this I'll already be dead Read this at my funeral Because by the time I write this My corpse will be a bright ****** red I didn't ask for this happen But you didn't seem to care I tried to fight you to make you stop I remember you tugging on my hair The page is becoming hard to see The paper is soaked with blood I feel like I'm going to die soon What will they tell my son? Read this at my funeral Because by the time I write this I won't get to say goodbye Read this at my funeral Because by the time I write this I will have already died I remember watching you come to work a mischevious look on your face As you pulled out the gun and called me a disgrace I tried to take it from you Even with adrenaline I failed You shot me in the stomach Now my breath's becoming stale Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral Read this at my funeral I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough Read this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeralRead this at my funeral

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Nov 12, 2017

Nov 12, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC

Read this at my funeral

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Nov 9, 2017

Nov 9, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC

Hexdecimal Tragedy

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I take a bite. The taste, it's sweet. The texture, it's crisp. I take another bite. The taste, it's grand. The texture, it's great. I take a third bite. The taste, it's old. The texture, it's the same. I take one last bite. The taste, it's gone. The texture, it's nonexistent. Why do I do this to myself? I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC

Cookie

I take a bite. The taste, it's sweet. The texture, it's crisp. I take another bite. The taste, it's grand. The texture, it's great. I take a third bite. The taste, it's old. The texture, it's the same. I take one last bite. The taste, it's gone. The texture, it's nonexistent. Why do I do this to myself? I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

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I'm trapped inside my own mind, and it appears that I can't escape. Every single thought I have ends up repeated over and over again. I feel like I'm going absolutely insane. No matter what I do, what I think, I'm haunted by my own concious. Rusty cement walls surround me on every side, and every time I have a negative thought, the walls close in by another inch. How do I stop thinking so negatively when I know that my demise is inevitable? Maybe I should let the thoughts come, and let the walls crush me.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC

The Walls

I'm trapped inside my own mind, and it appears that I can't escape. Every single thought I have ends up repeated over and over again. I feel like I'm going absolutely insane. No matter what I do, what I think, I'm haunted by my own concious. Rusty cement walls surround me on every side, and every time I have a negative thought, the walls close in by another inch. How do I stop thinking so negatively when I know that my demise is inevitable? Maybe I should let the thoughts come, and let the walls crush me.

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During the winter time I sleep with my AC on Some people ask why and to those folks I respond Sometimes when I go to sleep My mind begins to wander Filled with negative thoughts And when they come, I ponder When it's quiet, and I can't sleep I am painfully reminded That I'm a huge burden The silence has me blinded With the AC on, I may be cold But it masks the sound I dread It soft gentle sound soothes me and reminds me to go to bed

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC

AC

During the winter time I sleep with my AC on Some people ask why and to those folks I respond Sometimes when I go to sleep My mind begins to wander Filled with negative thoughts And when they come, I ponder When it's quiet, and I can't sleep I am painfully reminded That I'm a huge burden The silence has me blinded With the AC on, I may be cold But it masks the sound I dread It soft gentle sound soothes me and reminds me to go to bed

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