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 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
Never
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
I've never done a lot of things in my life.

I've never had seafood, because it doesn't seem all that good

I've never had a first kiss, because I could never find the one then

I've never had....





"It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all"

That's a horrible phrase. Because either are horrible
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
Muscle
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
Every boy grows up and is told that a real man works out, a real man has a six pack and is muscular

They don't tell you of how really tough that journey is to get there

Everyone has their own reasons

Maybe it's to impress that girl

Maybe it's to boost your self esteem

Maybe it's so you won't be the little guy anymore

Maybe it's all that and more

You spend the hours doing work that brings pain and aches later on and you never want to do it again
Written February 2nd, 2018
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
Girlfriend
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Zach
Why do I have to be the only one alone

No I don't mean that I don't have friends or family.

I mean why does my brain make meeting someone special and being in a relationship with them such a concept that I can't grasp

Why do my hands and mouth slip at the chances I get, why do I hesitate until too late and my chance is foiled by none other then myself
Written May 25th 2018
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
Flame
we talked again these past few days
I then fell again in your stupid ways
I can't wait for everything to begin
As I lay in bed again

As I walk in corners of our school
I saw you with your friends sitting on a tool
You were laughing at what she said
I was shocked, My heart just bled

You saw me approaching you
"hey we we're just talking about you"
I smiled and pretend it was okay
Until she rolled her eyes and smirked in my way

As I lay in bed again tonight
I watched as the stars shine so bright
I cannot help but to agree
that we are not meant to be
this is for the one who broke my heart.
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
AE
Paranoia
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
AE
I am creeping.
I am a cancer.
I am a pox.

Throughout each of your days, I am there. I am waiting for every potential slip-up, every look behind your back, every whisper in your ears. I am there when you think you're free.

I am hooded.
I am crawling.
I am powerful.

Just how powerful am I? I can create false planes of existence only YOU can see. The beauty of my craft is that each person I infect suffers catastrophically, but I am meticulous. I only corrupt one victim at a time. That way the entire world thinks he is insane and sick. But it was all me.

I am feared.
I am respected.
I am delusional.

Even the writer writing this down has had my teeth sink into him. I have convinced him time and time again that there are ticks in his hair, parasites under his skin, murderers outside his door, atom bombs waiting to explode. I know his weaknesses each time I swallow him into my world of darkness. He is waiting for me every day. And I am waiting for him. And I am waiting for you.

I am hatred.
I am insecurity.
I am Paranoia.
Took a leaf out of a very old short story I read a while back and tried to write in the style of a personified emotion. Did it work? I'm a little paranoid if it didn't.
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
MicMag
Night Words
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
MicMag
More words have been spilled
Over staying up too late
Than any other **** subject
That ever comes to this tired mind

When the nights drag on to mornings
And I wonder
Why the hell I'm still awake
There's nothing left to do
But turn that angst into words
And slap them down on a page
And pray that at my age
That lyrical Ambien
Knocks me right out

I've written more poems and dissertations about my bedtime
Than minutes
I sleep each night
Than pillows and sheets
I've owned in my life
Than times
I've ever made the bed
Than bedside books
I've ever read
Than midnight snacks
I've tried to sneak
Than my family's cumulative
REM cycles per week
Than my lifetime
Running count of sheep
Than strategies
I've tried to go to sleep

But when the clock strikes
oh-my-god-is-that-the-actual-time
Before I lay down my head
In the end
I won't go to bed
I'll give in again
And let the words flow
Cause staying up late
Is all that I know
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
AE
Isolation
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
AE
No key in all the world
Could open the door
That keeps me in isolation.
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
rebirth
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
And alas!
The horrid demon has fallen!
And who was the one to slay it?
None other than your own head!

Alas!
You have pulled yourself out of this nightmare and inserted yourself into a new one!
Only in this new nightmare, you cannot die.
Only cry.

While the concept of reality slowly fades into being questionable,
Your screams are the only thing you can hear.

Once everything fades into the background,
A few objects remain.

The shackles on your hands and feet,
And the cloth gag that is bound to your head with a chain—
Like a cursed child’s headband.

The gag seems to press further into your mouth each time you cry,
Slowly sinking down into your throat.

It softly brushes against the opening of your esophagus,
And your reflexes kick in.

You choke,
Your eyes bulging out in terror,
The veins on your face becoming a fiercer blue.
Your cheeks flush,
And a hot,
Miserable bead of sweat trickles down your forehead as you struggle.

Further,
Further.

You sink into eternal madness.

Then,
Someone walks into the nonexistent room.

They have a syringe—
The metal needle shining brightly,
Even though there’s no source of light.



And they walk closer.



And then the needle is a spoon,
And the man is your father.

It’s just your father
Feeding you medicine.

You just fainted.
You know the drill.

The dark room was just the bathroom light turned off.

Same old, same old.

The chains are your leggings at your feet,
Because you couldn’t change out of your clothes completely.

The gag
Was just a suppressed scream before you fainted.


This whole thing



Was just a dream.
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
see
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
see
And I see it.

I see it now.


I was right
I was right
I was right
I was right.



All my love







Was a lie.
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
alone
 Aug 2018 Pyrrha
sushii
I’m too scared to trust you.

Too scared to trust anyone.


Should I have broken up with you?

No, I love you.


Or maybe I’m just so desperate that the feeling is disguised as love.

(Let’s be desperate together)

I’m so tired


So sick and tired
Of feelings


That I feel nothing.



I wish you could understand
That my fatigue isn’t only physical.


I want to feel the joy of love
The ease of life.

I want to flow and not strain and crack when I dance.

I want to sing for thousands,
Maybe millions

And let them hear my heartfelt screams.

I want to wear whatever the hell I want,

Without being judged.




Can’t you see?

I want to be free.


Why can’t the world


Just let me be?
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