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ShininGale May 17
โ„‘๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข,
๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก.
๐”…๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก โ„‘ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค,
๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ก.

โ„‘'๐”ช ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ'๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ โ„‘ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ,
๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ โ„‘ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ...
๐”‘๐”ฌ๐”ด, ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”จ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด. โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฒ๐”ญ.

๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ž,
๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฆ๐”ฏ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ฐ.
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฑ, โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ.
๐”…๐”ข๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข'๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ.
It was you who pulled the trigger again, this wasn't what I originally wrote but hey it's gone now. I remember writing how the tables were turned after they called you disrespectful - But maybe, prolly, actually, out of anxiousness I lowkey stopped them because I know you'll blame me again. But guess what, I know you always did whenever I'm the one who started... whatever you do along the way doesn't matter, right? Today I was even told that I fear you more than my mother, nah I don't fear anyone, it's just that I'm tired of your cutting assumption, perception and words that is slowly making me believe that I'm always wrong. I don't want to care no more, because out of all - I hate to lose myself.
Anastasia Apr 29
Flower growing around my wrists
Angry angry angry
Thorns cut deep into my skin
Angry angry angry
My blood is boiling
And leaking from my eyes
Red blooms blossoming from the tight cracks in my fists
M Solav Mar 22
Les frรดlements du vent qui frottent mes oreilles
Me rappellent le tonnerre qui gronde au **** du ciel
Apeurรฉ de milles nuages flottants.
ร‰crit le 1 juin 2021.

โ€” Droits d'auteur ยฉ M. Solav โ€”
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the months i lost my voice became a pattern of days filled with dreamless sleep and nights wishing for nicotine stained fingers and red lipstick kissed cups.

i held words on the tip of my tongue, fading into smoke the second they escaped the bitter confines of water drowned inked pages.

the months i lost my voice the nights seemed quiet, frozen in time as my eyes were blinded with the aching only poets can ache.

i held back words that came out in sounds and tears, screaming shouting, the sounds of glass breaking from inside a soundproofed room with only madness for company.

the months i lost my voice, my mind became a boat in an ocean of words, and the days gone in the blink of an eye.
dec. 24 2021
01:10 am
i just want to be clean again-
to wash away the remaining traces of incommunicable words
that still stain my skin-
the softness that i once took for granted,
has turned hard and still holds on,
its fragile, oh so fragile-
i fear that becoming stone wonโ€™t hide the cracks
iโ€™ve spent so long trying to hide
12:44 pm
november 25 2021
the scars on my skin bleed red;
the burn of my flesh
from scratches meant to
rip apart the pieces of my skin
stained from your touch.
i tore myself apart,
you would still find me beautiful
even with my scars.
september 2020
Paige Nov 2021
Donโ€™t be that girl
But I already am
And Iโ€™ve done a lot of damage
With my own two hands
And I guess itโ€™s hard to tell
But I know itโ€™s easy to see
That every version I give
Is a different side of me
But I keep my mouth shut
The way Iโ€™m told I should
And I bite back my answer
When they say itโ€™s all good
And I fold myself up
Let my face say it all
Denying your assumptions
Even when theyโ€™re not wrong
Because I really donโ€™t care enough
To keep playing games
And Iโ€™m kind of ******* tired
Of people screaming my name
And Iโ€™m more than my body
Or โ€œyouโ€™re cool itโ€™s just thatโ€
Or how every time I ignore a guy
He responds with โ€œoh well youโ€™re fatโ€
And Iโ€™m sick of second guessing
And being the next choice
Sick of being crossed off the list
Sick of not using my voice
Iโ€™m sick of the noise
Screaming constant in my head
Sick of wishing for more, or worse
Wishing I was dead
Iโ€™m sick of wanting
Because that **** never works
And Iโ€™m sick of not feeling
Because even that ******* hurts
And Iโ€™m always the one
But somehow never ******* enough
Unless weโ€™re just *******
But hey, it might be love
What a ******* joke
So funny I keep laughing
And I keep medicating
As if itโ€™s not a bad thing
But ******* it Iโ€™m tired
******* over being this
Because this is never chosen
And Iโ€™m just constantly ******
So let it be silent
For even a second of peace
Before I really lose my ****
And forget how to breathe
Because Iโ€™m that ******* girl
And I always have been
And Iโ€™ll drag your *** with me
When Iโ€™m in hell for my sins.
Glass Nov 2021
a tongue a knife a rhyme
a slitted try of silence mine
i could never keep it fought
rip the gut right from my life
ill scream the name until i rot
shreik a word so loud ill cry
i tried my luck but missed the cut

a trickled spiggot sputters with it
a soft spot for the eyes that fall out of my skull
flaming pupils burn the crop
the students of the fire
they stop drop and roll into the wretched thought
that comes each time they learn what has been wrought to build this pyre

to eviscerate the weakened soul
the empty rooms inside my home
voraciously in rapture
tearing sinews off my mind
splitting ears and feeding from the captured
nothing left behind my skin no map no muscles
missing compass knees buckled

******* leave me or ill pull the trigger
ill **** the lost and eat the hindered
incinerate your wicked splinters
and in this home
snap each of your twelve ******* fingers

its teeth are gentle on me in a way that only devils can
we're peckish for atrocities and it has given me a plan
a broken handed man within the corridor
his one eye wide
the other in the devils side
a matching type to mine if i still had my sight
the door is closed and i am blind but we can smell the horror more
breaking out we tore into that bodys core
but that devil, him, the house, unborn
as i woke up in a corpse
for i am dead upon the floor
Phoenix Nov 2021
My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy
My arms;

I am trapped
Stuck inside a suit
Designed of organic materials
Meat and flesh
Designed to rot away one day

My flesh moves
As if with a mind of its own
As I sit, trapped behind my ribcage
As if my own personal jail

I see
I hear
I speak
Yet i cannot

I am here
But gone
I long for home
As I lay in my bed

A feeling of emptiness
As if floating in space
Drifting through the world
I cannot understand

My soul
My spirit
Gasping for air
Grasping for a tether
Hoping to the gods above
Please don't let this be my demise

My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy
CautiousRain Nov 2021
"God, I really wish she talked like you,
dressed like you;
how do I get her to think like you do?"

Policing her to be like me will never serve you
because the one who does me best, is me.
Be truthful with yourself,
when you ask her to behave like this,
do you dream of me?

You cannot easily transpose my image onto your lover,
because no one else loves like me,
talks like me,
dresses like me,
can transfix in your mind like me.

Do you love her like you love me?
Does she know the blueprint you use to mold her from?
Could she handle knowing what I know?
I appreciate the admiration, but consider what it means for you...
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