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kyla-mae-pliskie
kyla-mae-pliskie
27/F/Polish My balance lies within the realms of poetic and lyrical writing. / And music. / / Cynical. Anxious. Easily Amused. Addict. / Permanently Heartbroken. / / I like words. And commas.
Take a step, step back The view is wilted, distorts the sound waves To shake That echo from my fingertips I grip tight to anything tangible I can’t let go, I’m terrified My balance will knock me Off this shelf, I’ve felt Too much, too fast, to breathe Deep, it gets caught In between My nerves, overworked Climb up my spine Head spin, I’m drowning In racing thoughts No signals or stop signs They collide and intersect No safe bet, I get lost Space, space out I need space to get out This anarchy inside of me Tearing synapses, replace them With calluses Overwhelmed and underfed My head revolves around the moon. So small and tangled I don’t think I will ever break free These handcuffs are cold And tight And taunting This spin I’m in// I’m over it My balance has got the best of me.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
ballad of an anxious brain
I will never know what it’s like to fly I was born with broken wings. The clouds hover above And mock me with their weightlessness. I’d give anything to feel anything Again. These chains cut into my calloused skin The pain is comforting Fills my lungs with resentment and smoke I choke on your narcissism Instead The freckles in your iris Arrange themselves Aimless and aiming to break free As if distance equals escape The water covers every inch of my flesh I can’t drown it out And I can’t float I don’t belong Anywhere.
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Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
Chains
The breeze screams my name Shame persists, I’m all of it Sickened and bitter Broken// Artificial Dig deep, fractured glass Dissect and scavenge I found a way back. The clocks been broken, But it won’t stop spinning I’m suffocating underneath your weight. The silence rings Brings out the catastrophe Howls in my head Exhausted, restless I can’t seem to leave. Feed me white noise & sedatives I just want to forget. Set my soul to sea I haven’t yet felt freedom I was born with broken wings. Blank faces have chewed On my hardened flesh I have nothing left But the salt around me. I long for that darkness.
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
I belong underneath the Waves
silence loosens rigid edges i'm still feeling every second shaded debates we choose to fabricate we both know the truth. we both know the price we have paid, we will continue this journey feels so wrong to me i avoid mirrors and puddles in the streets i cant stand my face anymore. when i look at you, it's brief i only see myself.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
hiding in the truths.
the cliffs of your iris scream more truth than your voice can that echo adored, only leaving debris on the bathroom floor now, i raised that straw to block those thoughts but never turned on you never turned that light off that image looks ridiculous i wanted peace, you're demanding privilege bad habits masking what we should have finished. empty sentences bored with carelessness running out of ways that i can escape this. but i give a nod to your dominant performance.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
the best actor.
snow has settled, slow and sedating feeding cravings to devour the hollow shell I've created. an instant too long a rapid beat in my chest how much, how much will it take to suppress this? we don't look at each other the way we're supposed to I glance in the mirror only when i'm forced to deep breaths come so shallow I can't tell you what I am now I'd trade it, you'd trade this for anything not worth our hatred. I sing loud without passion I wonder how far I could run from this, gravity pulling on my extremities from these unsavory haunting memories don't tell me what I already know don't kiss me where this used to be our home blank; over anxiousness your empty words supply the lack of oxygen to my chest. I catch your breath beneath my calloused fingertips I adore you, before we settled with the cigarette ash if I told you this was it if I told you I've taken in all the poison I can ingest would you save whatever we have left? or would you let it crumble, and enjoy the downfall of our wreckage? I only want to escape. I only want to be clear to fade away. you told me this would bend before it breaks but our broken parts tell a different story; i am lost but not the lost i want to be.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Losing.
This mess, in steps we break the pace Afraid to face our own mistakes I've given enough I have more to take Your words circle my brain stem Electrocute whatever's left I'm a mission with plans of regret Affect the grip you tightened with Sorry for the sinking ship I've grown accustomed to Heartbreak. I've learned to swallow ******** The only thing I haven't done Is truly escaped...
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Little issues
Through ashy fog, she grabbed her purse Elevated consciousness only makes it worse She thought but never spoke The words Spit through straws and emptied claws A generation of giving up Just run, she stared at the stars Shooting through her spine Milking, giving, bleeding dry clock tick bursting brain cells Stuck, she's running Out of time. The trees have died, her soul Feels the emptiness too Rushing from Earth to flesh the best of her has been spent In change, but nothing seems to change Gray and bored of this terrain To give it all or give it up A lifeline short of strokes of luck Just run. Escape. Erase the face that brought you down That threw you to this place in placement permanent frown
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
Running with scissors
i spend my free time smoking cigarettes, another bad habit that i promised to quit. for the moment, the sky wasn't any shade of gray, it wasn't any shade at all. projected my mental catastrophe onto the wreckage we've built, and baby you're bleeding. is it time for us to sleep? i've lost track of rationality and common sense of normality. i just want to be free. these chains weigh so heavy and every day i am becoming more weak, these words that you sing rest inside my brain - rattle with the snakes i've caged - i am the lost episode. we are the untold story. i raise your hand, you raise my voice, every day that passes, it passes so slow. my veins still ache and i blow my brains out with the same verse after verse, i'm falling hard. you're rising fast. same page with different context, mismatch regrets and soulless *** my home rests inside your eyes, your pupils push me to the edge. i'd run, if i was given the chance and never look back, behind me lies a thousand actions i don't understand. holding on to your hand, hold on with everything i am and everything i have become is a shadow. a cloud of smoke i wish would just choke me, regurgitate the poison that has left me so empty. judge me, abandon me, leave me more broken than i have left myself. i hit the bottom and still couldn't get enough. clinging to defective walls and my chipped fingernails rip piece by piece, inch by inch, this was supposed to be the ending of the bitter ***** but i am afraid i haven't changed. i am afraid of everything. change is a slow process and it thickens with my callouses, breathing deep, counting sheep, i've tried to ride this like a pantomime and in this cell it gets too cold when i'm doing nothing but growing old. I watch your face and i watch the clock, your boredom leaves me overstocked with anxiousness. i kiss your fist, i kiss the sky. heavy is the crown that i wear now.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Heavy
i spend my free time smoking cigarettes, another bad habit that i promised to quit. for the moment, the sky wasn't any shade of gray, it wasn't any shade at all. projected my mental catastrophe onto the wreckage we've built, and baby you're bleeding. is it time for us to sleep? i've lost track of rationality and common sense of normality. i just want to be free. these chains weigh so heavy and every day i am becoming more weak, these words that you sing rest inside my brain - rattle with the snakes i've caged - i am the lost episode. we are the untold story. i raise your hand, you raise my voice, every day that passes, it passes so slow. my veins still ache and i blow my brains out with the same verse after verse, i'm falling hard. you're rising fast. same page with different context, mismatch regrets and soulless *** my home rests inside your eyes, your pupils push me to the edge. i'd run, if i was given the chance and never look back, behind me lies a thousand actions i don't understand. holding on to your hand, hold on with everything i am and everything i have become is a shadow. a cloud of smoke i wish would just choke me, regurgitate the poison that has left me so empty. judge me, abandon me, leave me more broken than i have left myself. i hit the bottom and still couldn't get enough. clinging to defective walls and my chipped fingernails rip piece by piece, inch by inch, this was supposed to be the ending of the bitter ***** but i am afraid i haven't changed. i am afraid of everything. change is a slow process and it thickens with my callouses, breathing deep, counting sheep, i've tried to ride this like a pantomime and in this cell it gets too cold when i'm doing nothing but growing old. I watch your face and i watch the clock, your boredom leaves me overstocked with anxiousness. i kiss your fist, i kiss the sky. heavy is the crown that i wear now.
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I walk through the streets, my legs they shake Consumed by fear can't rest in place Longing for a little taste, my wires bend And break What the **** is wrong with me? You ask but I don't have the answer Wrapped tightly beneath this blank Disaster My hair in knots I use to stand But I can't stand this any more. What will it take to balance the brightness What can I do to relieve the crisis My skin is torn, my voice is gone I'm tired of being the leading actress Beat me down and I'm still here but all I hear Is the static in my head You wanted the best kind of revenge Well here you go, upon a platter Sad part is it doesn't even matter The world could shatter, and still I'd feel Nothing at all.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Empty.