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kit-john-parish
kit-john-parish
student writing about personal experiences
windless mountain your leaves are brown, with eyes of grey ever looking down, upon you stands a deadwood tree, windless mountain where you meet the sea
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
lullaby 32
skin like a frozen chicken tired eyes and a voice like smoke braindead unwashed and you tell me a joke wanting to laugh but deep within a thought of death troubled exhausted so save your breath a kind soul with smiling eyes in good health you can't get to know me how can I know you if I can't know myself
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
save your breath
the thick heady rush of my midnight dredge a hallucination when I don't recognise myself in the mirror the roll of my eyes when I stand up and my legs give way in a lopsided dance to the wall the curl of my fingers as they pull down the curtain and my arms break through the glass window
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
glass window
"how ******* sweet it would be to throw it all away" you say, from your warm house, in your clean clothes "to just pack it all in and live, out there" pausing to sip your drink "maybe I should travel more" yeah right. pig-ignorant and blind well fed and unkind an ivory tower of meaningless power you never will leave behind
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
pig-ignorant
I'm sick of being sick of everything deep red, it burns a hole into my skull original right? four in the morning, I bet you're crying now you alienate your friends and revere drug abuse how ******* original 39, 40, 41, only son, nothing done, faulty one 63, 64, 65, tricky lives, slicker knives, I'm sick, I lie 98, 99, 100, and I dread, and how red, I'm brain dead
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Brain dead
those that bore us with tales of drunken nights cheap wine and what she said to him who send you pictures of their pets and watch TV because "everyone is watching it" those time-wasters, those narcissistic fools who call you 'friend' who open their hollow heart and what flutters out? "my ex-boyfriend said..." "when I was in Thailand..." "Isn't that just like me?" those reflections, they are not worth your time
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
Mantras for the modern age
My head rushed, as I turned over to sleep I should be doing something, I'm hopeless those are the first two things I think this morning My breakfast, if you can call it that, won't stay down for long I crawl to the sink, my skin looks yellow in the mirror Why, why, why? Those are the third fourth and fifth thoughts why do I get up, why do I have to do this, why I'm a balloon on a string that needs to be cut
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Float forever
"Bored.." I told her "just bored of this, of here. Of you" What is it inside me that grows like a virus? infects my weak will, and forms a thick exoskeleton I can go out today and recover in time for tomorrow I can take the next pill that's handed to me, and greet the trip like an old friend How can it catch up with me if I keep changing the way I'm running
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Reckless
does the rotten fruit mean you're rotting too? waking up in the afternoon with the same sour taste in my mouth painful nights now reduced to a dull dream, which I slept through my mind has caved, and my eyes are black my skin bubbles and my skull is cracked the fruit on my desk is rotten drying up, dead, forgotten and from the rot you can't go back
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Rotten fruit
I muster up a smile my thoughts surface like distant hands against the ice of a frozen lake dragging their nails across the cold "I'm...fine" I lied, looking at the wall my ears rushed like a train passing through a station a small gust, then a deafening roar then nothing I disguised the shaking in my hand as I ran it through my hair "I'm just tired, I'm gonna leave" my voice cracked on the word "leave" I wasn't sure if she'd heard but I'd already turned away The hands had clawed at the ice relentlessly and now they'd broken through
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
The crack in the ice