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Damien Sep 27
don’t tell taylor i stayed up late
because he doesn’t like us tired in the morning

i can blame it on the coffee
i can blame it on the sky
and the lights

it’s ok

don’t tell taylor the plant died
he doesn’t like bringing new ones home

i can blame myself
for forgetting the water again

it’s ok

don’t tell taylor i took his pens
i needed them for school

i can blame casey because he likes
to clean up

it’s ok

don’t tell taylor the sun went down
don’t tell casey that my friends don’t know him
don’t tell people, they won’t understand
imaginary friends are just as good as real ones
Damien Sep 27
taylor has blue eyes
he likes music
he likes writing
he likes people

i can feel taylor in
my elbows
that’s where he tells
me what to do

taylor has black hair
he likes drums
and rocks
and making people feel
safe

he waters my plants
in the mornings

thank you
Damien Sep 27
a little boy moves my hands for me
             when i write my songs

                  he likes to cover up his
             fingerprints with mine

        he paints the walls of his room blue

                to hide mistakes i make

        and he lives off packaged vegetables
Damien Sep 27
if a little boy sitting alone in his room listening to billie eilish and painting whales can cut apart his life, so can you!

welcome to thoughtspace training. if everything went well first session, you should be starting to feel the headaches.

don’t worry, it’s normal. sometimes the headache might laugh or whisper. that is also normal.

if you close your eyes, you can find your headache a name
and maybe, if you want more headaches around
you can give yourself more later

but of course, before you know anything about what you’re getting into, let’s cover the basics

your headaches will talk
and yes of course you can tell them your secrets
headaches are an equal replacement for therapy

now that you’re distant and cut off from your emotions, it would be nice to introduce that

headaches have feelings
like people
but smaller

and you can feel those feelings when they are not yours

like when you’re sitting in the back of geography and you cry
because there is a dog on the whiteboard

maybe you don’t know why. maybe you feel like you do know why but you don’t know what why is and maybe all this feeling makes you tired.

but don’t worry

the headache will give you social confidence
it will run down the stairs to ask out your crush
and then it will run away
and then you will have no friends

but you will be impulsive and funny
so who needs other people anyways
Damien Sep 27
hello everyone

today is thoughtspace training

we will be thinking about

no go away its my turn
i want to talk i have something to say

sorry

hello everyone today is thoughtspace training we will be thinking about

how to cut apart your conscience

go back to your room im trying to think
please stop no thank you

sorry

hello everyone today is thoughtspace training we will be thinking about how to cut apart your conscience

in order to start you will need to close your eyes.
Caroline Sep 11
Mommy, daddy, you left me to the ragged and violent
Winds of winter.

Do you watch over me in these storms that
Venture on and on and on?
Am I fool to think that there are arms
Within the endless fractals of the sky that might
Reach down?

I can’t feel them
Anymore.
I don’t see you in my dreams
Anymore.

Is there a moment when the spirit turns from the edges of
This life’s shore
And simply
Walks away,
Disintegrating into nothingness and leaving us here below to

Pray

Into a void that doesn’t hear?

The sky is white today like blank paper that might await some
Prophecy or simply drift across the hills into the sea
Where the lonely petrels and the albatross
Skim their wings on the surface and pronounce

There is no message there for me.
Hannah May 24
I walked all alone
a small city
sometimes
it dialects into
three districts
other times
I am lost
like a baby born
who has been put to live
they say we have free will
I laugh
with misery in me
my heart pounding
and I question why
I was born at all
I spent my lifetime
reading,
books are gentle friends
it is a give and take game
you isolate hours
and fall
with no consent
into another brain
whether it is dead or alive
you fall
you say you do not care
but you read and read
you feel less lonely
even though, you spend
your nights in your room
candles lit, your demons
are awake and they
are next to you
haunting you
3 AM and you are
still holding that book
wondering if you have
ever really existed
do or do not
right and wrong
does it matter?
you fly from your
third dimension
and throw yourself
in Andromeda
loneliness is eating
your insides
they think you are insane
but you are too woke
to stop nourishing your
brain, with whatever seems
boring and useless to the
majority.
But we are the minority,
we see the world the way it is.
Seanathon Mar 17
There is nothing more peaceful
No place more quietly filled with solidarity and truth
There is no smile brighter
No sound more solemn
And no such expression wasted solely on you
There is more than expected
Midst this endless perspective
There are labels which cannot speak ounces of truth
There is more than that which appears to all else
In this moment I find
There is more than just you
Dimensions
slay Nov 2018
Testing my patience 1 2 3
Mic drop n scramble back to the beat
I be geeked in the streets
But be like Neek in the sheets
****, you Harry Stylin' in your custom Gucci's

I'm so ****** uninspired, my soul has nowhere to be
I'm resonating with nothing that extends beyond the planet
I'm not interested in anything inorganic
All the man made **** is solely for my avatar,
I dont have to play videogames because I already live in one.
The only thing I havent done is **** myself in this life to ascend into the next one
But i know I am a chosen one so I suffer in silence
Said i bare the burden, I am a beacon of light

I mean who you think you are, King Mitus?
Oh my god
You be counting change, im stacking hundreds with my thoughts
I think i drifted way too far last time i astral projected
Cause when i came back they told me Mandela was effected

It's tragic, the tragedy keeps writing itself
God must not be real n we must all have free will
We must all be capable of unspeakable things
With the capacity of becoming unspeakable beings, but
The conscious to speak into the opposite swing
Hello, testing? Testing 1, 2, 3?


It's amazing my attention span isn't longer than (.)45 seconds,
This is reckless
And sometimes that's the only way i know how this thing in my chest works
MAYBE IM JUST BUTTHURT!
MAYBE I JUST WANT MORE ATTENTION!
MAYBE I AM JEALOUS?
MAYBE THIS IS MY DECLARATION!
MAYBE I AM SELFISH?
JUST LET THESE WORDS BE MY PRESERVATION
And my heart hurts
Not important, i just said it off the record
For my mental

And when I meet her, maybe she'll tell me im an angel
But i am much worse,
I'm a temptress, I'm a serpent, I'm a stranger
I am hellbent
On finding my true place in the framework,
I will change them
I will ignite the reformation
CGW Nov 2018
Since the existence of time the universe has strived to purify into light.

Long has the dark existed but in spectrum of time the dark is only a blink in the eye of light.
Beyond this world is a world of holy conscieness.

The great ohm of the universe floods through space and time persevering the very idea of existence itself.

Though time is restrained to the conformations of the third dimension, with the constant existence of infinite dimensions time becomes an illusion.

Our bodys conformed of star dust rest peacefully waiting for something.
We wait for something to come a long to save us from our imperfections.
We are all just one star waiting to become a supar nova.

In another dimension we've already reached the edge of the universe.
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