Neon lights: Favorites

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Chalsey Wilder

Do you know what it feels like?
To imagine killing people, and then feel slightly guilty after thinking so
Do you know what it feels like?
To hurt yourself feeling you deserve it, and afterwards you regret it
Do you know what it feels like?
To be a lesser being, to not even matter that the world doesn't hear you screaming
Do you know what it feels like?
To want to rip your own heart out, to stop the feeling, to stop the pain, to rid the burden, and the heavy rain
Do you know what it feels like?
**To be on the outside of every single thing

I know what it feels like. ;-;

Nov 2014 Neon lights

11.20.14

Nov 2014 Neon lights

loisa fenichell

11.20.14

it hurts to breathe it hurts to breathe screaming ‘oh god it hurts to breathe’//this feels like a birth this feels like I’m giving birth//everything hurts to breathe & to move my stomach feels like piles of childhood beestings & my throat like tired eyes//it feels like your body is on top of mine again & I want to scream & I am screaming so why does nobody hear me//my roommate is right next to me in her bed yet she does not hear me//everybody is on top of me & I am screaming prayers again ‘it hurts to breathe it hurts to breathe’//it hurts to breathe so much I am not pregnant but oh god it feels like I am//like I am giving birth to the antlers of road ****//my belly pulsing like the abdominal region of a manta ray//ghostghostghostghost everybody jeering ‘ you are a ghost’ everybody making fun of me ‘you are a ghost’ & it hurts to breathe but I am not pregnant & you are not on top of me you will never be on top of me bruising me or my neck or my collar bones (which don’t always feel there)//us in cars listening to sad songs//us in cars listening to ‘i’m never going to understand’ listening to elvis depressedly all summer long//something seems so ****** up about that like I’m trying desperately to sound hip but I’m not I swear to ******* god I’m not (**** me **** me over **** me//but don’t//because I never want to feel your hip bones scraping against mine again//your hip bones were so sharp your hip bones they ******* hurt I was in so much pain back then)//your car in the summer felt like a desert church

stream-of-consciousness or something i guess

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Interabangs !?

Nov 2014 Neon lights

nurul

Interabangs !?

We sat in front of that computer screen
arguing whether we should type in Comic Sans or Times New Roman,
ended up in laughs
ended up decoding Webdings cussing
I typed in for you and vice versa

I haven't seen you in years but I still remember when I was 9 and couldn't quite stop from giving you pencils.

#screen #new #times #roman #computer #comic #sans #typeface #webdings #interabang

Nov 2014 Neon lights

DON'T WAKE ME

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Traveler

DON'T WAKE ME

You come home late in your short skirt
You're such a flirt, that's what really hurt
I pretend to be asleep as you enter
You see at this game I'm a beginner
In my universe you've become the center
I'm never sure what to say or do
When I get the blues
So I act a fool

Under your breath you start to giggle
You crawl in bed and start to wiggle
My emotions get so fickled
Inside I start to cringe
Cuz you need to make amends
Fast asleep I still pretend
Yet I guess you have your plan
And it's all that I can stand
When you whisper "You're my man!"

Don't wake me from this dream
It's not a bad dream
Hell I don't know what it means
First I start to waste away
Then you feel the need to play
Perhaps I'll figure life out someday...

Re to 12-17
Traveler Tim

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Puck

<html>
<body>
<!-- don't edit the original --!/>

<meta name="shape:Face" content="#youare" />
<meta name="shape:Body" content="#youand" />

<a href="http://dontletanyone.com>"changethat"</a>

<!-- credits to yourself --!>

</body>
</html>

for the people who understand coding...a bit...like me. haha.
i don't know, thought it was fun to do something different.

#love #self #html #coding

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Night (pt 1)

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Creep

Night (pt 1)

Wake up in the middle of the night
for inspiration,
new ideas,
thoughts waiting to be poured onto paper.

ever notice how its at night when you get your best ideas?

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Quarantined

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Creep

Quarantined

Stay off the streets,
stay inside,
don't make contact with anything or anyone.
There's a terrible virus going around,
it climbs through your veins,
crawls into you every thought,
and drives you mad from the inside out...
This thing will render you useless,
making your legs like jelly, your mouth and tongue bloated,
your stomach twisted.
It calls for you to talk to others, even if you can't,
to spread the virus around
with words,
actions.
It craves the touch and interaction of others.
Stay off the streets,
it's coming to get you,
it will tear you apart,
and you won't ever be able to get back up again.

inspired by frank ruland's "**THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST**" poem.
can you guess what the virus is?
eww i need to edit it....ill come back to it later....

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Fathers

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Sarah Mae

Fathers

There has always been excuse made for the behavior my father has displayed.
The mean spirited remarks at family gatherings, feelings hurt and egos bruised.
Everyday routines have turned into the **** of a joke
There is nothing you can do to stop it. He'll always be an *******.

There once was a time when I wanted a relationship with my father.
I used to try to find ways to communicate with him, in the plainest of ways.
I tried for years but . . .
Nothing ever worked, I failed every time.

Spending your childhood afraid of a parent and never feeling loved
It leaves you broken, and feeling unwanted.
There were times when I looked at the father/daughter relationships all around
Jealousy overcame me. I cried at night because my uncles were nicer, my grandfather was nicer.

Little did I realize back then as a child that things would work out.
I had father figures in my life, just not a father - I had many fathers.
My seven uncles would protect me from everyone and everything.
My grandfather would teach me to swim.
I would get a love of the outdoors from them.
I would learn to ride a bike, tie my shoe, mathematics, and self-defense.

My father is still a hateful, passive aggressive man.
Someone that no one truly wants to be around,
I think sometimes that even the TV anchors despise him -
Maybe they can hear him calling them names and yelling at them when they cant pronounce a word correctly.

Time has passed by, I'm in college now.
I'm a part of the International Honors Society.
I've made the Dean's List every semester.
My father has yet to acknowledge my accomplishments.

Somedays it hurts, others I could care less.
When I run into my uncles now, they see me two ways.
The girl they helped raise, and the woman I have become.
My uncles always greet me with a kiss hello and a compliment.
I know they're proud of me, that's what matters.

The man who is a seated statue in front of a big screen TV doesn't care
The men who showed me the world and continue to encourage me do.
I remind myself that I am more like them.
They are the ones who raised me.

I don't really care what people think of this, I just had to get it out.

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Simple Addition

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Ian Cairns

Simple Addition

I counted on you
Wrote 2+2's on your shoulders
And 1+1's in your head
But your mind was a messy chalkboard
And I was bad at math

*I guess 1+1 isn't always 2 for you

Nov 2014 Neon lights

You

Nov 2014 Neon lights

Lauren J

You

You drained my soul
Killed the light that shined in my eyes
Took away my happiness, my innocence, my entire essence
You stole the world I had in my hands
You put the weight that I now carry on my shoulders
You are the one to blame for all my slips and falls
Making me hide like a snail in it's shell
I am pushed up against a wall
Hands around my neck
Confined to something I once had an ounce of respect
You contorted me like clay in your hands
Doing with me what you wanted
My dignity replaced by and infinity of empty space
You show as much admiration you would show to a fly on the wall
Like nothing at all
You've made me wilted
In a field of thriving flowers
Damaged goods some might say
Emotional baggage is all the rage
You've got me locked up in your sickening cage
Blocked off from society is what you made me
Unable to connect -You've made me irreversibly inept
Turned me so cold, that even the devil's hot touch can't reverse the effect
All I want you to know
Is how you changed me for the worst, not the best
You are the wicked witch of the west
Good riddance, I owe you no pittance
Seeing your face peering down to my grave
Will inspire me to spit in it
The fact will be preserved that you will not be saved.
You drain my soul.