joey 20h
I like to call this my comfort zone my little home my place to clear my mind
I speak from inside my true thought's I truly speak from within
No man or woman can see a flakey lie from what I said
From the top of the latter I go further to being unspoken to outspoken this is my step into who I am need to clear a single tear no more fear  being done can't be I'm standing my ground rant's on the way hello new me good bye the one that couldn't be free
Rose 1d
Long nights stretch into months
I should have left when I had the chance
But now I’m stuck here
My feet trudge when I walk
My mind is sludge when I talk

I wish I hadn’t met you
I’d like to think it was inevitable
But my fate was apparently sealed
I’d love to say goodbye
But I can’t take back my “hi”

Every word you speak
Is an IV dripping poison into my veins
How could someone I love
Say something so mean
Especially when I try to keep myself so clean

Don’t tell me again
I’m not listening and 
If I’m really  as dumb as you insist,
Then what’s the point of telling me again and again
If I’m never going to quite comprehend

I was born with you inside of me
It only took tragedy to bring you out
They cradled you
They nurtured you
And I never had any clue

I was the one feeding you
I wanted you in my head
I wanted your words echoing inside
I was the one who wanted you here
I was the one who held you near

You are me
And I’m you
I don’t want to feel you
Can’t you go away?
Can’t I have any say?
Monika 1d
the piano keys aren't making a sound.
i mean they still press down,
the strings are there
but there is no sound.

Why is that you suppose?
Well come to think of it,
you probably wouldn't know
because we are in different worlds here.

But i am dumbfounded by this.
I've played this song maybe hundreds of times
and my piano can't really be broken
due to the fact that it's not exactly real.

...

I'm actually distressed by this.
Sometimes, it feels like
my only escape from my troubles,
my guilt, and past mistakes.

But like I said, you wouldn't understand.
My life is some mix of your reality
and fiction. But it's my reality.

My Reality.
My Reality.   My Reality.     My Reality. My Reality.     My Reality.
M̵̱̗̰̤͎̟͋̊̂̉͠y̴̧͙̮͍̖̻͊̀̓̓͝ ̸̡̯̬̭͈͓͚̱̫͔̦͔̫̉̋̽̿̇͋̽̐̓̑̔͜͜͝͝͝R̶̮͔̪͓̄̒͌̒̂̏ͅḛ̶̼͈̟̫̝̌̂͋a̵̛̓͗̅̎̋̚͝͝­̢́̔̓l̸̡̯͇̲̣̰͈̭̜͎͚̣͖̹̂̂̊ͅi̶̪͎̠͐͊̌̋̐̅̆ţ̴̥͎͍̩̭͉͉̙̓͒͂̎͑̆̿̃̔͘y̴̛͋͒͊̐͝­̣̜͖͙̖̩̙̻͈̜̽͜ͅͅ.̶̡̢̨͓̹̞͎̖͖̩̞̪̈́͊͌͛̇̾͜ ̵̟̻̼̠̯̰̓͂̐̀̉̈̏̈́͑̔͆̚͜͠ ̷̟͍̙̂ ̴͓̪̱̮̥̙͍̜̐̑͝M̷̧͎͇͇̤̖̼̙̼͈̜͓͉̘̎̓́̄̊́̉́̄͆͋͘̚͝y̸̨̡̡̡͕̬̺̭͇͉̯̒̉̾̏̾ͅ ̴̣̻̲͌͑ͅṘ̶͇̥ë̶̡̧̡̛̺͚̭͖̭̠̥̥̻͙̩̘́̈́͛̾̏̊̑̈̀̊̐͊͠͝a̵͇̗̟̘̳͓̘̳̣̙͒͑͒̾l̷͌̒̒­͔̗̻͊̃͜i̶̟̝̗͎̼̐͒͐̂ţ̶͇͔̗͎̹͉̦̾̇̒̔͑̑̾̓͜͜ÿ̵̡̧̮̫͍̜̖̖̝̼̜͙́̏͊̀́̔̏̑̔ͅͅ.̵̽­̧̹̤̯̭͇̞̪̱̝̱͕̉͜ ̵̡̛͖̞̅̓̃́̈͋̊̀̈̒͋̕͝͠ ̴̪̝̦̺̹͔͒͜ ̶̡̢̢̮͉̝̯̝̗͎̞̺͖̈̑́̇͐̓̊̃͠ ̶̧̛̛̝̅̀̊̎̆̌̆͑͠ ̴̛̜̳̖̱̥͓͉̠̫̞̣̠̘͔̟̊̆̈̇̊́́̈́̈̈͠͠M̴̝̪̝̭̳͚̿̀͑̒̉͗̍̈͒͛̊̚͘͝ỳ̶̠̝͎̏͒́̔͗̍̓͜­̡̻ ̷͇͓̓̈̈͛̄̓͌̎͂̎͒̅̚R̷̠̭̩̓͂͆̈́̐̉̆͋̍̕͘e̷̢̢̤̜̠̻̣͉̮̠̍̈́̌ą̶͈̐͗̓́̿͛͐̽̏̉̂́̐̚­̨͖̳̯̼̟̹̟͇̲̜̼͔l̴̡͕͓̲̲͕͙̬̙̹͙̙̂̉̎͌̃͆͜͝į̵̡̡̻͇̞̙̰̣̱̫̗̱̍̇ͅt̶͎̥̀̽̀̌̈́̔͘̕­̜̣͓̪̗̯̰ŷ̴̡̡̦̭̜̭̮̻̤̗̇̈̿̾͌̑̾̉͘.̵̢̡̘̹̳̖͉͇͔̟̳̗͈͎͋̍ ̷̹͍̭͇͂̒͗͌̎̒̅̍̊͜M̸͙͔̫̪͎̱̝̖̓̅̀̃̐́̋̐y̶̱̭̙͎̝̦̦̻̭̹͒͝ ̸̢̡̱͇̦̠̹̓̅͌͑̉́͐͌̀͝Ȑ̴̢̮͚͎̝̩̲̤̥̉̑̂̀̔̔̊̽̈́̕e̶͓̿̉ą̶̡̭͍̺̰̝̤̦̼̰͈̈́͑̕l̶͊­̹͕̲̠̘̦̙̳̼̞̩̪̘̓͑̾́́̎̈́͜͝ì̵͉̓̓͋̀̕͝t̷̬͍̻̤̿y̵̡̤̗̩͔̬͚̖͇̑̃̿̓̍̕.̵̬̼̰͙̈́̽̈́­͈̰̝ ̴̡̻̭͇̞̮̲͎͚̙̭̌̉͘͘̕ ̷̛̙͓̳̖̭̫̺̼̿͂̅͐͌̆͛̈́̏̚̕͝ ̴̻̙̾̈̀̌̂͘ ̵̠̙͉̩̬̰͇̎̿͗́͐̑͑̽̑ ̸̛̛͚̘̙͙͇͚̜͐͋̂͋͂̈́̇́̿Ṁ̷̧̛͇̳̞͚̯̊̂̆̎̐̋̑͐͠͝͠ÿ̴̟̲͎͉́̾͋͌̆̎͒̌̈̓͐̊̚̕ ̸̢̛̞̟̯͇̭̫̬̤̥͇̲̈̇̒̃̂̌͒̍̀͋̅̒͜Ŕ̶̻͓̮͔͎̻͔̬͇̙̰̣̗̋̍͐̑̉̃͌̾ͅͅę̷̝̲͔̠͛̌͒͗̌­̪̣̝̫̗̥̰͇͓a̷̛͖̩̱̹̹͇̳̾͋̉̾̃̒̎̈̈́̏̏̽͜l̴̡̥̳͚̳͒͑͒͌i̶̺̱̟̐̀̌͗͆͂̓̓̍̈́̉̈́t̶̊͑̊­̡̦̲̝̪̪̗̮̳̌͋́̓̏̊͆̏̚ͅȳ̷̡̝̠̙͛͘.̶̯̲́͆̀̔́̓̚͠͝
My Reality
My Reality.
My Reality
My Reality.   My Reality.     My Reality. My Reality.     My Reality.
My Reality.   My Reality.    My Reality.              My Reality.        
    My Reality.      My Reality.    My Reality.         My Reality.
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put me
in
her
box

we feel her wiggle ing

dare you to ask her
how
long
we are

give me
another
grudge kiss
please krista
?

















...
..
.
she prolly
think
pfft
an
...
..
.
I tend to say sorry a lot.
Mostly because i feel like
everything is my fault.
Bryce 5d
They say Cancer is a water-sign
That it is a mutable thing
And cleansing
and that it can fill any body that it meets with
Many feelings,
swirling typhoons
Like tea leaves
and chemical spills
Somewhere below the heart,
They said.

Cancer hangs in the dome of night,
Between the 90th and 120th degree
Where the sky floats like lithium on the tongue
Playing pick-me-ups with the other alkaline metals
Testing every possible reaction
So that one day another might have
What we lost.

Cancer holds a spirit in its claw
So that in the dead summer heat I can still see
A lovely winter leftover weather
You always hoped you'd leave for me

Sometimes I now look around
at night,
watching these celestial compositions flicker like
ancient candles, blues and reds and yellows.
I wonder what your tiny stars shelter, all those light-years away.
How beautiful you look to my unknowing eyes,
Burning violently, silently
In darkness, dying.
THE NIGHT has a thousand eyes,
  And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
  With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,         
  And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
  When love is done.
Written by Francis William Bourdillon
Not written by me, couldn’t find it on the site.
Putting it here until I have it inked onto my back
spiral-whirl Feb 16
my heart is a shield, it shall make people heed before they fight into it,
my fists is a reliable weapon i do not wish to use, but i do,
my skin is where my weakness lies, where things can crawl all over it with or without my permission,
however my mouth is where i can strike those in the heart, its a canon i always use,
and my eyes?
my eyes.
one of the worst of them all.
my eyes can hold the warmest sun but also yield the coldest storm
ok
wanna play
here is
an
screw

my nuts are to big for you



are you gonna be
ok
?

























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.
taking another walk
Téa Rhyno Feb 14
I used to like a lot of things
But now the magic’s gone,
So here’s a list of things I hate
Sorry if I ramble on…

I hate the way my voice sounds
When I’m talking to my "friends"

I hate the long and lonely nights
They never seem to end

I hate the sunlight in my eyes
The tears steadily fall

I hate the people in this house
My Mom, my Dad, I hate them all

I hate the way my body looks
I hate the fat and curves

I hate the way my brain functions
I’m always on my own nerves

I hate that I’m forced to write
Just to keep my memory

I hate the people I cry over
When they were happy leaving me

I hate that I rely on drugs
To keep me in a decent mood

I hate that my body physically rejects
all attempts at eating food

I hate that I'm always sorry
For things that aren’t my fault

I hate the thoughts my brain creates
I can’t deal with the assault

I hate all of the little things
Hanging on my shelf

But the one thing that I hate the most
Is how much I hate myself
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