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Henrie Diosa Sep 11
early to bed
and early to rise
for tonight is the night
that your enemy dies

for not all who wander
will ever be found
and we know time will put
all our foes in the ground

so close your eyes tight
and let loose your sorrow
if they don't die tonight,
they will die tomorrow.
I wrote this when I couldn't sleep.
Siyana Jun 22
She's loud and outgoing,
nothing like me,
I sit in my bed
adoring quiet and peace.
Her dress is exotic,
like the boys she lets in...
I was afraid of boys,
fell only for him...
I'm this hybrid of happy and sad,
She's only ever happy,
emotional beings make her mad...
but you see the difference between girls like her and I
is that a girl like me doesn't need approval to get by in life...
I don't need filters, or hundreds of likes,
I just want to live to know a love that's always on my side...
Modra Galica May 2
Some borders can not be moved with fingers. Some borders are moved by the will, wish, struggle, everyday struggle.
Drop by drop of blood, drop by drop of sweat, drop, tear, ocean.

I no longer want to try to move them. From now on I tear them down with my bare hands, fingers scratched to the bones, I bite and rip with my teeth until I'm left alone in the wasteland.
Borders do not exist. I dig out all feelings that were hidden, pushed aside, forgotten, shoved under the rug, tamed. I pull out anger, hatred and bitterness from the depths of my soul, I release them to roam free, I open Pandora's box and let them all out to create chaos, to destroy and to hate, to rage and ravage until all that's left is one big and empty nothing, until I, myself am left empty and clear, and free.
An empty paper sheet, something that has yet to start, something that's about to become, something that breaths and sings and screams and exists, something that still just threatens to conquer the world, confident, with a carefree, rebellious grin on the face.
Something wild and indocile, something that doesn't care, something that threatens to become in spite of everything, something that doesn't care about your opinion, because it does not exist for you, it does not exist to be liked by you, it does not exist to be appropriate, to fit in, to comply, to please you.
That something doesn't need you to exist.
It exists in spite of you, in spite of the world, just for itself.
i should have never left that place
that place where i didn't feel so abandoned
yet what hell i lived despite the good
and what life i led despite its promise
i ****** up and had to go
my choice, my fault, and nothing more
I wanted to see her face again
So I deleted Instagram

I wanted to know what she was thinking
So I deleted Twitter

I wanted to hear her voice
So I blocked her number
When the leader fails at their job,
The people become angry,
When the leader makes a difficult choice,
The people decide that it was wrong,
When the leader gives it their all,
The people are filled with spite,
In the end,
The leader can't please everyone.
Is it tenacious  
to take mine
because i took yours,
or perhaps only foolish  
to both end up blind
a method I don't agree works well in the long term
Empire Jan 7
You can’t treat me
If I don’t want to get better



P. S. I don’t care
There’s illness in me that wants to be preserved
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
To you, I return coal-dull
and as embers,
smoldering as their petals,
soft as their roots,
but rough as their stones
and to you, I become

Go back.
wordsmith Sep 2019
we roll sevens on one dice
pull prayer into practice

i breathe out

tip scales in my favour
weigh you up and find you lacking
what are you looking for here?
what do you hope to find within these cracked walls?

you may glow green-blue in the dark
but you are not a beacon to be followed
tracing back your trail through orange-tipped trees is an endless trek
mobius strip folding in over itself.
you can keep your concept of infinity
can chew it up and spit it out
stain your teeth red-brown
insults taste like rust and your ****** teeth will forever brand you a skill-less liar

brackish blood falls from lips
it tastes like windowsill water
basil and monkshood flourish in your absence
dirt covered toes trip over sentences unsaid
the way you speak forever engraved into stone heartbeats
silence is overrun in stairwells
we sprint
looping over

and over

and over


breaking bones and boundaries
we splinter reality
topple from triangle to paradox
plunge headfirst no fear off penrose
step forward
face judge
face jury
face executioner

and fall

we are soulmates in red string
tie our nooses perfect twins
crimson ribbon woven to wrist
are handcuffed to our destiny
braid fabric into hair

pull back

tie silk bows over bruises

step forward

fists up
dance a fighters circle around neck
pull chains tighter
silver laced necklace burns like iron
are schrodinger's soulmates
locked away
we both are and are not
skin touching searing hot and frostbite
each conversation is a silent seance

you can speak only to the dead in your shadow
to the skeleton in your closet
and the ghosts scratched under half moon hands

pulling paradox into practicality
hands tear from crimson chain
drip acid from tongue and watch skin corrode
teeth crack in absence of metal

she does not pull the trigger
i will bite the bullet anyway
its infectious, addictive, alive at last at 3am

it tastes like lavender and lemon peel
a bittersweet pill rattling on porcelain lies
brass bullet casings coat open nerves
leave broken teeth braced for a blow that never connects

i will watch as bruises bloom and x-rays break
lead aprons and graphite scars
my history etched onto skin and scalp
a crown of dried blood and static rests on weary head
rust flaking onto shaking fingers

watch as iron crown runs

watch as your blood runs

so you

you can wear your stolen crown of thorns proudly
you consider yourself god

so act like it
lowercase + useless punctuation intended.
a flowery ******* to the girl who ruined all i could have been
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