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Mirlotta Apr 2015
my thoughts are a poison
arsenic or cyanide
it's all the same to me
but they elaborate
their trade of ****
and suffocate or
twist my will or
twist their knife
into my skull
and laugh and wait and watch and see
that poison trickles out of me -
instead of blood
as well it should
thick toxin lies upon the ground
and mutters at the shameful sound
of voices in my mind becoming words
that shriek and spurn and spout
the horrors of my head in
croaking voice that's straining at the knees
i'm crying -
help me
help me
please
Mirlotta Mar 2015
If there's a land that's called tomorrow
and it lies across the sea,
I'd like to find a boat to borrow-
I can bring you there with me.
For everyone who's struggling to find their tomorrow. :)
  Feb 2015 Mirlotta
ryn
I wish me invisible
I want to disappear
I am but a damsel
Parading in knight's gear

I want to be the unknown
I need to be again a stranger
I wish my secrets not shown
Back to a time when it was clearer

I wish to be a zephyr
I want to be felt not seen
I need to be less of the liar
At least lesser than I have been

I crave the comfort of solitude
I long for the absence of physical contact
I miss the tears that once had ensued
Somehow then I was more intact

I want to be an undetermined star
I need to be unnamed in an uncharted galaxy
I wish to retreat behind my avatar
So you won't see the real me

I wish me invisible
I want to be protected by ambiguity
I need to disappear from this debacle
Into the welcoming arms of anonymity
Mirlotta Feb 2015
Hey there, woah there
well I'd just like to
take this fine opportunity
to tell you that I assure you,
my good sir, that I don't
give one-eighth of a
one-hundredth of a
flying ****.
Mirlotta Feb 2015
I'd love
love love
to wish
you a
happy valentine's
day
but I
hate
hate hate
the fact
you're
fictional
What the hell even is this title?! X)
Mirlotta Feb 2015
Paper faces on display behind their
crumbling, flaking paper masks.
Bodies carved from fragile glass
about to shatter as they dip and dance.
Longing for a false romance
to warm and burn their paper hearts.
Kisses underneath the stars;
the fraying smoke from their cigars.
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