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Logan L Nov 2020
The first snowfall of the year
Fluffy soft and pure
That's how you make me feel
Like a stray breeze could pull me apart
Logan L Nov 2020
I should take a vow of silence
Let my vocal chords dehydrate
Crumble into dust
And settle in the pit of my stomach
Or fast
I should fast, slim down a little
Let those ashes settle in a neat little void
That never grows or growls
So small I hardly notice it
So impossibly tiny, and dark, and quiet
And then i'll eat myself
Logan L Sep 2020
This belongs in my notebook
Not at work, or in my car
Not online, not anywhere
It should be in my notebook
Maybe it would be, if i ever remembered to bring it
If i ever remembered anything
This is stupid
Pointless stupid *******
This isn't a poem
This ISN'T a poem
Because my poetry is ****
Its awful
Teenage angst and feelings i should be keeping to myself
And that's ok
I can write bad things
Let it out
Its ok
But i show people
Because nothing i do is worth half a ****
If someone doesn't know about it
Nothing makes me happy
Nothing makes me full
Unless someone sees me eat it
I should burn my notebook
Logan L May 2019
I have plenty of reasons to hate you
Every misstep mistake and meaningless argument
I still think the names you called me mean something
That they are some sort of definition of what i can be
And it takes a longer time than i've spent apart from you to sit back and breathe
And remember to remember that you don't own me just because you told me you were the only one who loved me enough to keep me

I have plenty of reasons to hate you
But the thing i hate the most is that none of them are good enough
That you could beat me to death
And i'd still like to feel like you loved me
And no matter how many people tell me im right to hate you
I don't want to

I want to love you
I want you to love me
I want the love that I never saw
I want the love outside of the reflection of the firejack bottle your boyfriend bought last night with the money he nicked off my sisters dresser drawer
I want the kind of love that doesn't smell like smoke and shame creeping through the. creaking garage door
I want to love you
I want my mom
I want my mom
I want you to change for me
I want you to be there for me
I want you to encourage me
I want you to want me instead of wanting to own me
I want to own you
But I don't want to be you
Logan L Mar 2019
My tongue wriggles in my mouth
Useless tool it is
Unable to articulate my feeling
Into words and phrases for human consumption
So I cut it off
Reattaching taste buds to fingertips
Until those forget how to speak too
Logan L Mar 2019
Words escape me
Wisps of ideas in the wind
Paragraphs and punctuation dance along my windowsill
And as i swing my net faster and faster
I can never seem to fit them together
In an order that makes sense to me
My abilities degrade
Rusted over under merciless rain
That makes flowers grow
A quality wholly different from the tears i shed now
Logan L Jan 2019
My head swims with sound
Meaningless and violent
Nerves wound tight round steel bolts in soft tissue
Music harvested from bright brain matter
Fingers working every corner of my mind
They lift my brain from my skull, a hollow shell, more befitting of my purpose
Tapping at my teeth, soft percusionary sound
Curling down my throat, choking sputtering vocals echo through my head
Bile threatens to meet the musicians tools, adding helpless groans to his symphony
Each tap of my teeth threatens to crack my skull
My head giving way to the flood of blood and wasted flesh
Too full of myself, and rendered all the more useless for it
I’d like to think I can do better...
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