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16/F/My Own Hell My opinion our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them we give them the highest of praise, and hang their banner from a ceiling communicating, further engraving an earlier grave is an optional way / No
every time I think of you, you take my breath away and leave butterflies in its place your electric love shining through the dim sadness of every day your sweet almond eyes at the back of my mind slow is beautiful with you my soul aches on every level, begging for your touch and every time you do, i fall a little harder for you the first day we met, my heart belonged to you who would have thought your heart was mine too? i'm so lucky to be your girl my sweet angel, my lover, my light your hope, your anger, your trueness to life you are complicated you are creativity you are brilliance you are perfection you are the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on a dark winter day you are the millions of stars and galaxies that amaze me every night you leave me speechless a thousand of the most poetic lines couldn't even come close to describing you you ground me and raise me up you're so breathtakingly beautiful i could cry i bow to you, my love for the sea's wrath could never be as great as your anger at the world's unkindness my love for you is the truest i have ever known my queen, my stars, my sunshine i will love you even when our mortal bodies are no more i miss you on the brightest days and deepest nights i long to have you near me to wake up to your angelic face is my greatest dream i love you with my entire being, now and forever
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Elle
dying sounds easy until you want to die. . . . it gets harder.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
Untitled
Amanda confidently made the first incision on the corpse, as she’d done many times before. Starting near the right shoulder, she pulled the scalpel through the layers of tissue down the middle of the abdomen. She bobbed her head as she worked, listening to Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy. The pathologist turned away from the body and pushed her long black hair out of her hands with her wrist. Taking her gloves off, she turned the **** on her speaker. “My old aches become new again, my old friends become exes again…” She hummed the tune while securing her locks in a ponytail. Pausing, she picked up her phone and rewinded the music. She could have sworn she Patrick Stump sing the words, “Woah, where did the body go?” Listening closer this time, she started the song. “Woah, where did the party go?” played through the speaker. She shook her head and took another sip of her coffee. She gazed at the ceiling, bright lights blinding her suddenly. “Jordan!” She waited for a reply. Nothing. She called again. Flustered, she sighed and looked over at the schedule pinned to the wall. Jordan wasn’t scheduled today, Amanda was the only one. “Then why did the lights- Never mind.” She was obviously just tired. Tugging on another pair of gloves, she picked up a pair of forceps and a scalpel and turned back towards the body. It was gone! She looked behind and underneath the table, thinking it had fallen. It wasn’t there. **** How am I going to explain this to the family?” “You can’t.” She jumped at the deep, gravelly voice. “Wh-who are you?” she asked with uncertainty. Amanda was too afraid to look him in the face yet. “That’s not important,” the voice replied. “We need you to come with us.” “We?” She looked towards the direction of the voice. There were thirteen men in black suits with dark shades standing in formation at the door. “Why? Will you tell me where the body is?” “Just follow us, ma’am. We’ll explain everything in the car.” She followed them out the door. The man who spoke led her to a black Range Rover with extremely tinted windows. Once they were in the car, the man introduced himself. “I’m Peter C. Schultz. I work with the MIB.” “MIB? Like in that movie with Will Smith?” She sounded confused. “Exactly. But we don’t get laser guns.” He smiled, hoping to earn her trust. She laughed softly and looked out the window. “So was he an alien?” “Possibly. The craft seems to have removed the body, sensing alien DNA in the area.” Peter looked over his shoulder, quickly pulled out of the parking spot and turned onto the highway. Amanda still wasn’t sure if she was awake. Aliens? MIB? A disappearing body? What if they had taken her instead? All types of thoughts swirled through her head. They arrived at a large, nondescript building. She hopped out of the range rover and shut her door. The men lead her into the building and down the hall to an interrogation room. “So, Ms. Browne, tell me. Did you notice any strange noises or lights at the time the body “Um. Yeah, yeah, uh, there was. I was listening to music and the lyrics sounded different. I replayed the track and it sounded normal. There was also a bright flash of light right before I noticed the body was gone. I thought it was my assistant, but they didn’t weren’t on the schedule.” “We’ve heard of the lyrics changing before. The lights are different, they don’t usually come that close.” Peter sighed. “Before? You mean to tell me people’s bodies have been stolen by aliens before? What the hell?!? Why doesn’t the government tell us these things?” She started to panic. “Calm down, Ms. Browne. The MIB has it all under control. Amanda stared him in the eyes. “Really? Because there are BODIES missing! That doesn’t seem under control!” She was yelling at this point. Peter took a step towards her. She continued to glare at him. All of a sudden, his eyes went black. Amanda was confused. This had to be a dream. A lizard like tongue flicked out of Peter’s mouth. Blood poured out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. She screamed and tried to run. A hand with sharp long nails and slender blue fingers came up from behind her shoulder and covered her mouth. She was instantly silenced. Another hand pushed her back to her chair, the alien body pressing against her. She forcibly sat down. The hands let go of her. The terrified pathologist tried to scream but didn’t have the ability to even whisper. Peter’s form changed into a tall, blue, thin body with disproportionately long arms and neck. She shook from head to toe, when suddenly she heard a strange voice in her mind. It spoke in alien tongue but she could somehow understand it. It said, “Look into the mirror placed in front of you. Be terrified of what you see and know it is your truth.” With shaky hands, she picked up the piece of reflective glass lying in front of her. Bringing it to her face, she looked at the aliens and then herself. She stared back into cold black eyes. She opened her mouth and could see the lizard tongue curled up between her sharp, pointed teeth. She expected to be scared, but instead felt strangely content. She noticed a new hunger awakening from deep inside her. Amanda stood up and walked over to the aliens. Her own kind. She spoke in the native alien language she now had a name for, Kewalanaei. “Do you have anymore of the body left? I need flesh.” Peter grinned toothily and led her into a room where hundreds of bodies lay. They feasted.
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
A Short Story Concerning Amanda Browne
Amanda confidently made the first incision on the corpse, as she’d done many times before. Starting near the right shoulder, she pulled the scalpel through the layers of tissue down the middle of the abdomen. She bobbed her head as she worked, listening to Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy. The pathologist turned away from the body and pushed her long black hair out of her hands with her wrist. Taking her gloves off, she turned the **** on her speaker. “My old aches become new again, my old friends become exes again…” She hummed the tune while securing her locks in a ponytail. Pausing, she picked up her phone and rewinded the music. She could have sworn she Patrick Stump sing the words, “Woah, where did the body go?” Listening closer this time, she started the song. “Woah, where did the party go?” played through the speaker. She shook her head and took another sip of her coffee. She gazed at the ceiling, bright lights blinding her suddenly. “Jordan!” She waited for a reply. Nothing. She called again. Flustered, she sighed and looked over at the schedule pinned to the wall. Jordan wasn’t scheduled today, Amanda was the only one. “Then why did the lights- Never mind.” She was obviously just tired. Tugging on another pair of gloves, she picked up a pair of forceps and a scalpel and turned back towards the body. It was gone! She looked behind and underneath the table, thinking it had fallen. It wasn’t there. **** How am I going to explain this to the family?” “You can’t.” She jumped at the deep, gravelly voice. “Wh-who are you?” she asked with uncertainty. Amanda was too afraid to look him in the face yet. “That’s not important,” the voice replied. “We need you to come with us.” “We?” She looked towards the direction of the voice. There were thirteen men in black suits with dark shades standing in formation at the door. “Why? Will you tell me where the body is?” “Just follow us, ma’am. We’ll explain everything in the car.” She followed them out the door. The man who spoke led her to a black Range Rover with extremely tinted windows. Once they were in the car, the man introduced himself. “I’m Peter C. Schultz. I work with the MIB.” “MIB? Like in that movie with Will Smith?” She sounded confused. “Exactly. But we don’t get laser guns.” He smiled, hoping to earn her trust. She laughed softly and looked out the window. “So was he an alien?” “Possibly. The craft seems to have removed the body, sensing alien DNA in the area.” Peter looked over his shoulder, quickly pulled out of the parking spot and turned onto the highway. Amanda still wasn’t sure if she was awake. Aliens? MIB? A disappearing body? What if they had taken her instead? All types of thoughts swirled through her head. They arrived at a large, nondescript building. She hopped out of the range rover and shut her door. The men lead her into the building and down the hall to an interrogation room. “So, Ms. Browne, tell me. Did you notice any strange noises or lights at the time the body “Um. Yeah, yeah, uh, there was. I was listening to music and the lyrics sounded different. I replayed the track and it sounded normal. There was also a bright flash of light right before I noticed the body was gone. I thought it was my assistant, but they didn’t weren’t on the schedule.” “We’ve heard of the lyrics changing before. The lights are different, they don’t usually come that close.” Peter sighed. “Before? You mean to tell me people’s bodies have been stolen by aliens before? What the hell?!? Why doesn’t the government tell us these things?” She started to panic. “Calm down, Ms. Browne. The MIB has it all under control. Amanda stared him in the eyes. “Really? Because there are BODIES missing! That doesn’t seem under control!” She was yelling at this point. Peter took a step towards her. She continued to glare at him. All of a sudden, his eyes went black. Amanda was confused. This had to be a dream. A lizard like tongue flicked out of Peter’s mouth. Blood poured out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. She screamed and tried to run. A hand with sharp long nails and slender blue fingers came up from behind her shoulder and covered her mouth. She was instantly silenced. Another hand pushed her back to her chair, the alien body pressing against her. She forcibly sat down. The hands let go of her. The terrified pathologist tried to scream but didn’t have the ability to even whisper. Peter’s form changed into a tall, blue, thin body with disproportionately long arms and neck. She shook from head to toe, when suddenly she heard a strange voice in her mind. It spoke in alien tongue but she could somehow understand it. It said, “Look into the mirror placed in front of you. Be terrified of what you see and know it is your truth.” With shaky hands, she picked up the piece of reflective glass lying in front of her. Bringing it to her face, she looked at the aliens and then herself. She stared back into cold black eyes. She opened her mouth and could see the lizard tongue curled up between her sharp, pointed teeth. She expected to be scared, but instead felt strangely content. She noticed a new hunger awakening from deep inside her. Amanda stood up and walked over to the aliens. Her own kind. She spoke in the native alien language she now had a name for, Kewalanaei. “Do you have anymore of the body left? I need flesh.” Peter grinned toothily and led her into a room where hundreds of bodies lay. They feasted.
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What do you do when you've lost your mind? Helping hurts Hurting isn't helping. Can you help me not to hurt? I've tried my hardest to find my mind but it seems to be lost within my heart Pulling my mind free would break my heart into a million pieces I cry too many tears I bleed more than I should I break more than I make I don't know what to do I'm lost without purpose I'm behind in everything I'm lacking motivation What do I do to help you find your purpose? Helping seems to hurt I wish hurting didn't help Can I help you not to hurt? I'm trying my hardest to free your mind from its own trap Putting your heart back together in its place I cry too many tears I bleed more than I should I break more than I make I don't know what to do I'm lost without purpose I'm behind in everything I'm lacking motivation Please Save me Please Save you Please Save our minds Please Save me Please Save you Please save our lives I cry too many tears I bleed more than I should I break more than I make I don't know what to do I'm lost without purpose I'm behind in everything I'm lacking motivation
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Help Hurts
Just so sweet Actually sweeter than most Could help you with anything you ever needed Kiss me on the cheek "Have a good day sweetie" I love you so much dear Even though you're not near June comes soon And you aren't any nearer Connected by the chakra threads we bear Questioning how fate brought us together Unavoidable perfection Lies in our destiny Interrupted by the miles between us Never forget I care, love Even though we're ever far apart Memories from years past flood my mind You put a flower behind my ear Baby pinecone in my pocket Even named the thing Since we've met we've been inseperable Truly my heart and yours intertwine Feeling so low you make me high Random thoughts of you make me smile Indescribable joy when I see a text Everlasting love resides in my heart Never to be estinguished Death cannot part our souls But through every joy we have some pain You and I have memories, not so sweet All of my spirit loves yours Now and forever You are my best friend On the day you left, I didn't say goodbye Tenfold regret lies in that eve Heart to heart texts aren't the same Even you know that, I Request to feel the caress of your hand once more before I die Nay, I'm not dying now Ailing I am not Maybe you already know this Every thought of mine is yours
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Jackie, Jacqueline, My best friend by any other name
I used to wonder how people fell asleep in class Now I wonder how they stay awake I used to wonder how people failed their classes Now I wonder how they pass I used to wonder how people were alone Now I wonder how they have so many friends I used to wonder how people were sad Now I wonder how to be happy I used to wonder why people cut Now I wonder how they live without self harm I used to wonder what it's like to stay up late Now I wonder what'd it be like to sleep enough I used to wonder how they thought something was wrong with school Now I wonder how somebody sees something right I used to wonder how people want to die Now I wonder how they stay alive
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
I used to wonder
so tired my best friend help me W A K E U P eyes closing fingers twitch please W A K E U P cant breathe thoughts swirling i cant W A K E U P sister black tongue forgetting to W A K E U P tick tock hands spin the clock why W A K E U P what was i just thinking of memories turn to dreams what W A K E U P falling further what to do just W A K E U P god **** it take more pills dont W A K E U P flowers wilted joy faded dont wanna W A K E U P please make me W A K E U P please W A K E U P W A K E U P W A K E U P please WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP please WAKEUP WAKEUP WAKEUP remind me to water the flowers and save you
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
remind me to water the flowers
For you, my heart beats For you, my lungs breathe My life's truly a living hell But you came in and made it well My mind's instinct is to go extinct But you made me stop and rethink I'd die for you, you know that too But most importantly, I'd live for you Mind body and soul, I love you dearly It seems you love me too, I see that clearly You're my only one, my true love, baby Won't you be mine forever? Oh, just maybe! Your sweet words, truly they intoxicate me You're always on my mind, who I'm contemplating Blue eyes sparkling right into my heart Such a pity that we're so far apart Oh, how I long for your hand to hold Take you and kiss you, ever so bold You inspire my poetic hands to write And my mind to dream of you every night Raven black hair that covers one eye I really just hope we never say goodbye From my eye falls a single tear Wishing and hoping you could be here So I write I love you, you crazy ******* And remember forever, it's my heart you masteres
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
Untitled
He feels like home That's the only way I can desribe it The way he makes me laugh with every word Smiles in math class Innuendos That cute laugh when he's embarassed Long black hair Eyes that sparkle like the ocean I drown in them Every side of him is amazing I can't get enough of him Every laugh pulls me in Every bad thought melts away when I talk to him His voice is perfect It's sweet and calming and I could listen to him speak all day We've had our issues But that doesn't touch the fact that I do love him And I want to apologize for everything I've said Leave the past where it is There's a million other perfect things about him I don't have the words to give them justice He doesn't seem to see his perfection I sure as hell do
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Him
sharp words soft words whats the difference your gaze still cuts me like a dagger im still trying to find myself after getting lost in your eyes so long ago for such a long time you'll never know how many jagged edged pieces you left when you tried to fix my broken heart the sun still sets and the birds still fly but what's the point of it all when you're not here by my side becoming yours was my favorite thing but also my worst regret i just wanted to fix you and you just kept on breaking what can i do your eyes are an ocean i should have known i would just drown im left here sitting on the wooden kitchen floor fingers drumming wish that we had meant more the sky fades into orangey pink regret the trees as oblivious to it as you were to me slowly dying its too late to go outside i miss you its too late to fix this its too late to save me
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
my will to live is fading and i need you to bring it back to life