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23/F/Malaysia
im honestly just lonely
32/M/Hell
Born from the flames of hell. Doomed to life a cursed life. Untill I die slowly and painfully.
Poems
Julie Butler Jul 2016
lumps
Julie Butler
Jul 2016
I'm speaking in
leaves and with dirt against
trying to sleep
repeating the hot hum of heartache
& stopping to breathe
I have been
inside & under
this horrible robe /
its ropes tied too close &
I'm starting to choke /
breaking-down wine & the whys to find
fumbling's curse
repetitive lure-slurring prose
in my own faulted purse
this is a
tree and then paper
a bird and now blood
& all of the bones you've swept up
love,
stick out of the rug
leaves and with dirt against
trying to sleep
repeating the hot hum of heartache
& stopping to breathe
I have been
inside & under
this horrible robe /
its ropes tied too close &
I'm starting to choke /
breaking-down wine & the whys to find
fumbling's curse
repetitive lure-slurring prose
in my own faulted purse
this is a
tree and then paper
a bird and now blood
& all of the bones you've swept up
love,
stick out of the rug
stargazer
Nov 2018
I tremble with the feeling of a million
shattering emotions. They swallow
and crush and lift and destroy.
Too far out of my control,
taunting me, relentless.
I cannot contain
This feeling
That co-
urse
s
Thr
ough
my veins.
There is no tell
ing, what might be
come of me, the girl who
feels everything. One day I just
might burst. Not capable of handling
this spectrum of emotions that envelops me.
shattering emotions. They swallow
and crush and lift and destroy.
Too far out of my control,
taunting me, relentless.
I cannot contain
This feeling
That co-
urse
s
Thr
ough
my veins.
There is no tell
ing, what might be
come of me, the girl who
feels everything. One day I just
might burst. Not capable of handling
this spectrum of emotions that envelops me.
I feel, and I feel, and I feel
anna
Jul 2022
he cursed me
in clumsy cursive
on a note left for me to find
"you are a child in this world
where we always have to part
with the ones we love.
be happy."
he was 27, tall and dazzling,
a full chinese calendar between us.
we went down on each other that night.
an interc(o)urse of sorts.
parting
is splitting your life
(i'm a child on this earth)
like an earthworm.
both of us wriggling away.
parting
is breaking
(with the ones we love)
a bone.
no telling if we heal.
parting
is going to pieces.
(be pieceful)
in clumsy cursive
on a note left for me to find
"you are a child in this world
where we always have to part
with the ones we love.
be happy."
he was 27, tall and dazzling,
a full chinese calendar between us.
we went down on each other that night.
an interc(o)urse of sorts.
parting
is splitting your life
(i'm a child on this earth)
like an earthworm.
both of us wriggling away.
parting
is breaking
(with the ones we love)
a bone.
no telling if we heal.
parting
is going to pieces.
(be pieceful)