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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
The land is blanketed in a luxurious white snow.
The sun reflects against the glass of my apartment window.
The day has a hyperclarity and crispness like never before.
I smile as I roll onto the newly whitened sheet.
The cold shielded by the shoes hiding my delicate feet.
I make two snowmen falling in love as they meet.
I walk to work, flashing smiles to all those I greet.
The day turns to night without remorse.
And now there's a blizzard now, of course.
My shift has ended. It's time to go.
I changed my mind.
I hate the snow.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
The cold in the air I feel crawl on my flesh
The spite in your tone when you hiss at me with new complaints
The way your body says you hate me
Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Loveless sound that motivates me to wither
Thank you, my dear leech
If it wasn't for you,
I could feel alive again
Thank you for ******* me dry.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
There's a tiering of people in life:
Strangers,
Acquiantances,
and Friends.
Strangers are people you know nothing about.
Acquiantances are just strangers you just happen to know.
Friends are just acquiantances you know too much about.
Everyone is a stranger in the end.
They are what they want you to believe;
if true love is to trust someone with something
that can destroy them completely as a person
then the fact of the matter is
No one can be trusted.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
Someone once asked me if it was worth saving the world from destruction.
I told them no, and they asked me why.
"It seems easier to remove the middle man."
The middleman, they asked?
"Yes, the middleman."
"If the end result of life is death, then life itself is just a false reality.
What matters most isn't the journey; its the speed to the destination.
If we're all here to reach an end-product of eventually becoming deceased...
Then why delay it any longer?"
In horror, my companion refuted me.
"That's true, but really, the only thing holding us back, is just a couple of
chemicals that tell us not to die. If those were gone, would we genuinely hold
back as a species?"
They told me the social ramifications of such a reality, where everyone would
reinforce that nature socially as a taboo.
"But then, you're just ignoring the question you posed! If the point is I have
the option to deny the world rebirth, and have them move on to where we would
go after life ceases, then I'd do it. Just end the facade."
Needless to say, I was true to my word, through and through.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
More than twenty years ago...
Your parents
who foolishly believed after several months of false courtship
of skirting the law in a way that could make anyone's jaw
drop down to the worst possible city
to live their lives in unholy matrimony.
The greatest mistake two people in hate could make
is to have someone be born from their hatred and take
everything they've ever felt.
Slowly, through their mistakes, you would rack up
so many defects, which then cause the effects
to never be visible.
Every bad trait was inherited. Every flaw absorbed. Every error
they ever made in their lives
recalculated and saved to be avoided in the worst possible way.
People hated you for you, and people hated them for getting in the way.
People hated them for you, and people hated you for not getting in their way.
People stopped hating you eventually, so you hated them instead.
And right at the very last second
when you felt you could be loved
when you felt the world could actually embrace
someone as broken, and desolate, and worthless as you
someone who has failed so many times
someone who has thrown away so many opportunities
someone who has balked and hid in cowardice
someone who has fought and defended themselves in inopportune times
someone who truly felt, thought, believed, and expressed nothing
you ******* it up.
At least, you think you did.
The truth is others did it for you.
But you know deep down it was you.
Every facet of you is one unending mistake, and the only reason
you still stand
is because even God looked upon you and said,
"Well, if he can't serve as an example,
he'd be better put to use as a warning unto others."
You'll die alone and you're fine with that.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
"Are you doing alright?"
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"That's great, son. I'm happy for you."
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"Keep up the great work, okay?"
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"I didn't mean to hurt her, you know."
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"You need me. I'm going to leave you, you know."
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"I never really believed you had what it takes anyway."
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"You'll help me when I'm older, won't you? Haha."
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"I love you."
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
You dim-witted, half-assed ****
Every moment that I think about you my gut turns
as my very organs reject the fact that you exist.
You disgust me on a cellular level. The fact that
you breathe the same airspace as me is an insult
to society.
You worthless, two-timing son of a *****
You think I give a **** about your
self-flagellating
self-hating
self-pitying
piece of **** philosophy that you carry on your sleeve?
You are a sentient pile of slime dirtying the floors
that people have worked so hard in cleaning.
Effort has gone into you,
that could have gone to someone else.
Love has gone into you,
best appreciated by others.
Your friendships mean nothing.
You are a friendless non-entity.
You mouth-breathing ************
I hope you come to realize how much you've wasted your life.
How much you've wasted your hopes and dreams.
How much you were your own obstacle.
How much you could have been
if you had overcome yourself.
I hope I never have to see, your hideous
repugnant
disgusting
smug
little face
ever again.
I could comfortably burn in hell knowing that you're furthest away from me
******* on the Lord's **** while shamefully knowing
you did nothing to deserve it.
Go **** yourself.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
I'm sorry, please forgive me
as it's my bad, and I shouldn't have done that.
Please, don't hate me. I worry you do, and
I'm worried you'll never see me the same way again.
I know there is no penance that is suitable enough
to ever help make this up to you. I know this.
I am comfortable with this reality because I know
that I can spend the rest of my life making sure
it never happens again.
I swear to you, with all of my heart, that everything I did wrong
won't happen again. Really, I don't know why I'm still alive.
I don't deserve to even breathe the oxygen
of all several hundred million people
living in the same continent as me.
Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make it up to you.
Do you want me to whip myself? Done. I'll do it. It's fine.
Chop off my feet? Gouge out my eyes? Really, that's lenient.
Rip the fingernails out from their flesh?
Done. I'll even buy the pliers. I'll even let you do it.
Tell me, anything, I swear, it'll be done. It'll be over.
And then we'll be friends again and everything will be fine.
"I want you to love yourself enough
to forgive yourself for things
that you think are a big deal
when they're not."
What?
I don't understand.
I don't understand...
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
I look at them,
sharing their poems
living their lives
pouring their hearts
in this place.
They are strange and alien
engaging in weird ceremonies
where they rhyme-battle each other
and invest their emotions in things
that aren't of much consequence.
I write my things too, but I sit
in the sidelines quietly
watching while sharing a joke or two
and generally biding my time.
Do they know me?
Do they feel me?
Do they read what I give them?
Life says no.
I say no.
But the metrics on this website say yes.
Do I envy them? Do I feel envy?
If someone doesn't know how I feel
do those feelings even exist?
Eh, that's not my problem.
I'm just happy to be here.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC