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Meteo Jan 2015
Perhaps in some ancient Greek
philosophers' dream
we danced quadruped
clumsy and complete
interlocking narcissism
as celestial bodies skirt
the curvature of the earth
In some drag queen Diva's dream
Ode to Hedwig and the Angry Inch
SW Aug 2015
Do you remember when the light in our eyes was brighter than the light of the stars,
when we used to tell each other reasons that we didn’t believe in god?
Tonight the clouds closed their eyes, clenched their fists, and swallowed the stars.
The older I get the less the moon stays to kiss me goodnight.
Tonight I’m praying to a rhetorical question.
I used to tell you that the silence was one of the reasons I didn’t believe.
Being friends with you has taught me that the silence is the response.
I’ve learned that my prayers are selfish.

The past few months i’ve peeled you off of me like a layer of dead skin.
I left my fragile exoskeleton on the shelf next to the questions you never asked me and the ***** you never gave.
I know all the reasons you hate me.
They’re the same reasons I hate myself;
I don’t know if that makes it hurt more or less,
but I would rather rot alone
than be pluto caught in your orbit.

My jealousy is oozing out in purple ink and sloppy cursive
because my stained lungs have finally given out.
I stopped shouting at you when I realized that
no one has ever fully heard something that weren’t ready to hear.
You only ever needed one reason to believe that the sky was empty,
Because god looked back at you in every mirror you passed.
Tonight I’m praying to a perverted question
just to prove you wrong.

Sincerely,
–if you need me i’m right where you left me
Lily Jul 2015
In this shallow age
of facebook,
instagram, selfie,
I realized one thing,
I'd rather be called intellectual than pretty.




© Leigh Herondale  *2015
I'll be 20 in 7th September ***
Rafael Melendez Jul 2015
Romance was a bullet to the temple, he may as well have been sentenced to death as he approached his gluttonous desire. He couldn't nearly last another day at this point, unquestionably desperate he gave in to the feeling.
Oh, the glory he felt as he held others in the palm of his hand.
The day he satisfied himself, he truly died, the day that not even god wanted to remember who he was.
Devin Ortiz Jul 2015
Not an Alien
Just alienated
By myself
For myself
To myself

No friends
No family
No ties

I don't want to be like them.
Like the others.

I call out to the universe
Awaiting my summoning.
To be ripped and torn apart
Rippling through space and time.
Where echoes of my existence
Pass by in cosmic memories.
Sacrelicious Jun 2015
I felt your envious eyes,
whisper tales of my true rank in life.
Untouchable, the dirt you wouldn't
grace your spit with.

A well fabricated quilt of lies.
To smother my heart and hold it
captive in the fires.
Of pure narcissism and self hatred.
Long after you left me here.

May our souls both find their peace.
Respectfully and may our hearts as dark and broken as they may be.
Mend themselves in the warmth, love and truth of the Sun once more.
Narcissism - extreme selfishness, with a grandiose view of one's own talents and a craving for admiration, as characterizing a personality type.
...

So, it means someone who's focused on themselves?
Not even caring about those around them?
Reading the information from the books on the shelves,
so does that mean, our relationship was to be condemned?
Apparently to you, it was already broken from the beginning.

I poured everything out to you,
my past scars and secrets...
And then out of the blue,
you unveil a weakness.
A weakness that you knew was an illness.

Three days was all it took,
for you to already destroy my heart once more.
You promised you wouldn't, you crook.
But you thought I was a bore,
because you would crave change.

At first I thought, your narcissism was cute...
I didn't see a problem at all.
You were as sweet as fruit,
but then I realized they were empty words,
and I began to bawl.

You have taught me something,
and that is to never trust a narcissist.
Because in the end it was for nothing,
for they are artists.
Able to persuade you into believing something is real.

When in reality, you were just a target for them.
So I went out with a freshman who told me he was a narcissist.. And I mean it was cute-- but when I asked him the one question I ask every guy I date "Are you sure you want to be with me" because I knew I was a handful. And then he told me the one thing that I was afraid of, "I'm not sure" And well, here's a poem dedicated to that guy.
axr Mar 2015
i
i am not a mystery
i am an open book with secrets to be deciphered.
i am your warm words,
your forbidden curse.
i am the fingerprints on railings,
the feeling you get when you're failing.
i am that fall when you get high,
i am that song which made you cry.
i am the dead cells on your skin,
the greed when you're rich.
i am that rhetorical statement,
that lonely guitar by the pavement.
i am that scream when the car crashes.
i am the fire which brings you to ashes.
i am that unknown melody in your head.
i am that coffin in which you were placed.
i am that time bomb ticking away,
the succubus telling you to live another day.
My narcissism at its best
Fidgety Midget Feb 2015
The narcissist asked the mirror......

Mirror mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all

Not you said the mirror
with brutal honesty

No amount of make up
will cover your "fake" up
your life needs a shake up
and you my dear, need to wake up

My dear the mirror went on,
You want to hide your ugly personality inside
I see you for who you really are
Not some bright shining star
That you always seem to think you are

Your poor husband who is dead
to whom your ******* was fed
worked his **** off to provide the daily bread
and YOU alone are responsible for his bloodshed

My dear as Reality bites
why don't you stop with these stupid fights
said the mirror
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Peacocks on HP  .  .  .
Are not birds, yet dinosaurs,
Wingless beneath earth.
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