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Clay Face Mar 2020
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.

Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.

Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.

Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.

Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.

I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
Isabella Mar 2020
Little girl, no strength in her heart.
Little girl, so weak she's falling apart.

Quiet girl, no words on her tongue.
Quiet girl, speaks to no one.

Lonely girl, a flicker of a candle.
Lonely girl, she can't even handle.

Invisible girl, a ghost in the dark.
Invisible girl, not even a spark.

Useless girl, breathing, wasting air.
Useless girl, no one will ever care.

Little girl, incapable of what?
Little girl, you call me, but,
I have words and I have love.
From your names, I'll rise above.

I can think, I can create.
And hopelessness is not my fate.

A little girl is not all I am.
I won't die blindly like a lamb.
I'll die in paper I'll never share.
All because you didn't care...
N Mar 2020
I am but a shattered
ashtray that once
belonged to a dead smoker
Izzy Feb 2020
One could say that pensively staring out of the window sill is poetic I think it’s wallowing...

I'm not going to get myself into recovery by self-isolating,
Makes me wonder if I even want to recover,
Think it makes me cool being this sick,
It gives me reasons to be such a ****.
Izzy Feb 2020
Nary an original thought possesses me,

maybe I should become mute?

But then how would I boast about my obnoxious self perceived importance?
Clay Face Feb 2020
Disconnect, disjoint, unified, detached, distant, afar, separate, divorced, abstracted sovereign, removed, apart.

There’s a feeling, I have between us.
And please do share if it’s mutual,
and please do share if it’s intentional.
But we’re whatever words you’d use to say,
Apart,
Unreachable,
Distant.

If I shook your hand the urge to wash it,
would overwhelm you. Overcome you.
Control you.

This stench you contrive around me,
this taint I have upon my skin.
Is only in your eyes.
Wipe them clear or steep in your lies.

I’d love to connect with you, live with you, laugh with you.
But this separation, this gap you spread.
Isn’t in my best interest.
To be down right honest.
I don’t ******* care for it one bit.

The removal you push, is displeasing.
It’s un-easing.
******* sick of it.
Sick of wasting time on it.
100 years or less.
You push us apart, there’s no time for it.

You divide into cliques.
A pyramid’s not hard to climb,
you just have to be ignorant, and self loathing.
But you can rest easy, you’ve climbed to the tippy top.
Where reality escapes you, and your induced separation clings to you.
But you hold it as tight as it holds you.
I can leave you alone up there, But accept my pity for you in your:
Lonesome
Isolation
Purposelessness
Blindness
Sadness
Hatefu­lness
She's starting to feel different--
She wasn't herself anymore.

Bounded by the chains of his rules,
She wasn't free.

Like a butterfly with torn wings,
She felt useless now.

Like a bird inside a cage,
She wants to break free.

But breaking loose means leaving him,
She decided to be engulfed with this non sense boundaries.
I know it's been awhile. I hope you guys like it
Chanel J Jan 2020
My heart, ***** with anger, ***** with the desire to take what you wanted from me and ceased to exist. “It’s the thought that counts right? The notion that I could have ever loved you” I perceived obligated to be loved back in a sincere way not just manipulation. Not just from a lack of potential that you may have speculated, that it was pointless. but I knew there was more than that. I knew it could be different. There had to be more. You wouldn’t have shown me all of your features, every part of your soul, that a person could never possibly see. Every part of your body you let me explore with my finger tips, Your lips that touched mine every time you craved me, your teeth that would sink into my lips telling me more! More! Your tongue that would drag across my neck telling me you wanted every single part of me. your touch, your hands that had been stabbing away at me, my heart stabbed several times in my devotion to you. My loyalty to you, and only you had been ripped away when you said you didn’t want me anymore, didn’t need me anymore. You didn’t want this. You wanted something more passionate. something that would be as simple as letting me go. I was the dust that you’d brush away from your hands after you finished a ***** deed, a job you no longer wanted because there was a better opportunity for you. Something different but a new experience, a new toy, a new range of emotions to exploit. Just to have the thoughts linger around your mind, telling you, you never wanted this at all. You never wanted simple. You wanted partnership with the rage of all the emotion that would make you feel everything at once. Every awakening nerve to feel at ease when you’d get the glimpse of wanting to **** someone’s heart over and over, and just having it happen with no regrets and no one telling you no. You want to ****, manipulate, yell, scream, with the knife in your hand with no one running from you. You need that security of them staying and never leaving your side. No matter what storm you bring with you.
i keep getting used,
over,
and over,
and over,
and over.
i'm over-overused.
when i was still usable,
you'd take advantage of me.
i was bait for a trap,
sometimes for me.
overused.
doesn't sound like a real word anymore.
it itself is overused.
i would like to start over.
for: huxley, alistair, sigrid, frances, *******...
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