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Spinnin and spinnin Head breaks off into a branch The ends of my fingertips thin out Like I am dense in the middle: thin around the edges: i can feel myself melting away. He told me Ill meet you there, but someone will hurt you when the time is most wrong boywasiright
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
untitled october 2017
man handling your everything i guess this is the moon song i want you to listen to it while i hear you breathing so loudly and frantic and breath in (only in) listen. my life has been way too good up until this point. i want you to know something terrible is going to happen some time in the near future. "may her guts rot in hell, i loved her so much" its meaningless; its hollow.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
fight club 3
i wrap myself around you and inside you and outside anywhere i can reach , and well i apologize for it and so do you we take our apologetic love to the bank i hibernate for a few days or weeks you stare at the spider on the ground we cry inside a bedroom i cry inside a bathroom you cry inside a car while we sink into this deep sticky love fort it engulfs us whole it chokes us but gives a great massage and i cant live right now without you, i hate to say it i apologize for this and everything else before this
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Zzz...
i sit inside ur church and circle my tongue around ur *** rim giddy up horsye u say wow ur kinkyyyyy this is a made up *** scene i directed in my head i just wanna do what u want i wanna do what u would enjoy but im still a dom ok? im still a dom
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
**** is my life dude
thank you! thank you! my audience screams for more i take a bow and raise my head again "and for my final performance... i will be jumping into..." wait **** where did she go? we lost her. we lost her we lost her... the show was eleven dollars. a bit too pricey if you ask me. i think everybody knew the girl on stage just wanted to get naked for the crowd, she just wanted the applause. i take out my phone and text my boyfriend. "i just i just want you to know that i cant commit to anything in this world, and there isnt a single thing out there that amazes me. unfortunately this is just the kind of person i am." he replies with "i cant be around you anymore. its confusing to me and its hurting me" i reply "okay" and drive to the hospital, where they tell me, "you really dont belong here youre really fine" i do that thing with my mouth just so youll text me back
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
cellar door, cellar door, cellar door, cellar door, etc etc etc
Let us walk along the creases of the Universe, Of the wrinkles etched in Time. Let us balance on the edge of Insanity, Toss our worries into a supernova. Our veins are cheap yarn; Thrown away when tangled separation an impossibility. My blood is your blood. It is in the waves that crash along our coasts. We can be careful or reckless, But not both. Broken souls lost in reverie; We shall not fade as long as we never wake up. They will not know who we are When they try to identify our corpses. John and Jane, they will call us; The pair with matching fingerprints.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
John and Jane
Endlessly, relentlessly, you make haste by unbroken parable, cry incense incensed, censure me, call names of the unjust, we’re unjust, there’s unbroken like fish and bread in multitudes, swing low and wide on fingertips that have never known bare skin the way I have known yours, chariots lost on pharoah’s feet and dying prodigals covering little ground. Calling him, you came like waves on shore parting for boat hulls, licking up starboard side thirsty for purpose, raising church in three days making metaphor into matter, I met you halfway, holding staff still dripping crimson on toes that hadn’t yet touched the sea. We made miracles. I’ve yet to find contentment among tents pitched forty days ago, dusted in sugar burning tongues too used to manna, leaning ‘against winds that whisper designs o'er mount Sinai, whisper Pontius Pilate condemnation, whisper platitudes Peter proclaimed before **** crowed thrice. Crucify us. We don’t dare step down. Raise us. We’ve yet to sin.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
prodigal sons
my dad cried today i'm so sad he doesn't cry much i cried too the sun in shining off the windscreen it's hurting my eyes i keep thinking about my fish i found out they died the other day one ate the other whole then proceeded to eat himself i wonder why my fish ate himself is it classified as suicide? do fish get depressed? i hope my fish wasn't depressed it's 10pm dad is no longer crying i am still sad
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
fish suicide
Prime Architect, the absurdity of your art fills me up like a riddle, bends the bars of reason I'm forged within. A Byzantine world - every fold and layer gyro'd in astronomical administration, the scheming of cogs clicking perfectly into place: vast machinations leaving me windless, birdsong squeezed entirely from bellows. Up a lonesome trail; steep and narrow, knowing faith is a sword too heavy to hold. HAVE FAITH, they told me; prodded me to constancy as a mother in S. Carolina backed her station wagon into a lake with locked doors and two sons inside. Evil has no horns after all - it's a lozenge the flavor of a kiss, there but not there, some puff of violet smoke unraveling from a dancing brass censer. The lance of Longinus pierces fleece; the snake encircling the world swallows its tail once more. Jesus, be gentle. Come into me, pop my doubt like an oozing fruit, harness me to the light so I might saddle and swing to the sound of your breath as it sighs amongst the reeds. Test the limits of my body as I have chewed and swallowed yours. Communion makes a cathedral of me, etches shadow amongst the stars of the vaulted clerestory as the nave shimmers with the swords of flaming prayer. HAVE FAITH, they told me, massage the qualms from your dark marbles. Drop coins down the wishing hole, let the godhead flow through, like ink, to the parchment of you. Alexandria burns again in the distance, books yet unwritten exploding within us all like the floral horror of a supernova. Arcana lost, arcana found. Meanwhile, reason and faith explode through the doors of the friary, grappling like shadows draped upon the thirsty Earth. Iscariot, lay me in your bed of thorns and mandrake, foxglove and myrrh; call me love, drink blood from me as the moon sets over Gethsemane. Let the light darken for a bag of silver, let the bush burn down like a candle smoldering cold. I've traced upon my bedsheets maps of the world in its unmaking, lined shelves with complete skeletons of extinct animals, their hopelessness; the guts of this 7-day world, veined with ribbons of gold, starred by rubies and amethysts of the deep-down. All of this, man's betrayal of man. HAVE FAITH, I tell myself; within the ***** of this bouncy ball clockworked amongst the spheres, there's a place: vault of the Animus, where God melts away in your mouth, where Lady Macbeth is still wringing her hands beneath the font and the horses feast upon the Eucharist of each other's bodies like they were Easter hams, like their blood were sweet wine. Where Abraham's blade still shadows Isaac's binding; where death has no power over us.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Jesus Christ Supernova
Prime Architect, the absurdity of your art fills me up like a riddle, bends the bars of reason I'm forged within. A Byzantine world - every fold and layer gyro'd in astronomical administration, the scheming of cogs clicking perfectly into place: vast machinations leaving me windless, birdsong squeezed entirely from bellows. Up a lonesome trail; steep and narrow, knowing faith is a sword too heavy to hold. HAVE FAITH, they told me; prodded me to constancy as a mother in S. Carolina backed her station wagon into a lake with locked doors and two sons inside. Evil has no horns after all - it's a lozenge the flavor of a kiss, there but not there, some puff of violet smoke unraveling from a dancing brass censer. The lance of Longinus pierces fleece; the snake encircling the world swallows its tail once more. Jesus, be gentle. Come into me, pop my doubt like an oozing fruit, harness me to the light so I might saddle and swing to the sound of your breath as it sighs amongst the reeds. Test the limits of my body as I have chewed and swallowed yours. Communion makes a cathedral of me, etches shadow amongst the stars of the vaulted clerestory as the nave shimmers with the swords of flaming prayer. HAVE FAITH, they told me, massage the qualms from your dark marbles. Drop coins down the wishing hole, let the godhead flow through, like ink, to the parchment of you. Alexandria burns again in the distance, books yet unwritten exploding within us all like the floral horror of a supernova. Arcana lost, arcana found. Meanwhile, reason and faith explode through the doors of the friary, grappling like shadows draped upon the thirsty Earth. Iscariot, lay me in your bed of thorns and mandrake, foxglove and myrrh; call me love, drink blood from me as the moon sets over Gethsemane. Let the light darken for a bag of silver, let the bush burn down like a candle smoldering cold. I've traced upon my bedsheets maps of the world in its unmaking, lined shelves with complete skeletons of extinct animals, their hopelessness; the guts of this 7-day world, veined with ribbons of gold, starred by rubies and amethysts of the deep-down. All of this, man's betrayal of man. HAVE FAITH, I tell myself; within the ***** of this bouncy ball clockworked amongst the spheres, there's a place: vault of the Animus, where God melts away in your mouth, where Lady Macbeth is still wringing her hands beneath the font and the horses feast upon the Eucharist of each other's bodies like they were Easter hams, like their blood were sweet wine. Where Abraham's blade still shadows Isaac's binding; where death has no power over us.
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i want to be wrapped in something heavy maybe loads of barbed wire i dont care i think about you more often than i’d like to i also think about throwing up in various places more often than i should okay i’d like to puke into the sea at least once in my life how much longer will i repeat this i want to be opened up open me pull things out doesnt matter what
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
170 calories
oh, wow, im screaming on this rock at sunset im screaming about how much im in love with life which is confusing to me because i am also yelling about how i want someone to shoot me in the chest is this what being alive feels like i dont like it last night i had a dream that my friend was dying but in a slow and visible way call me and play 50’s music into the phone or dont whatever the cold weather will **** me in time anyways
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
haha email me you ***
me being part of a poetry contest was a scam lol every time I touch my own face I think of cutting parts of it off with one of those electric pumpkin carvers lol i imagined dying from taking 20 diet pills lol I imagined I would call someone on the phone and announce to them that I’m dying lol I will never publish a book lol I might even die before I’m like, 17 lol my dad never remembers how old I am but that’s ok I don’t know how old he is either lol probably like, 47 or something lol this isn’t as funny as i thought it would be lol when I was 6 I accidentally broke my uncles rake and I felt bad for years even though it wasn’t a great rake probably like 8 dollars lol i don’t think my parents are a great couple but whatever lol there’s a whole bunch of scratches on my thigh lol I feel I’m a poor excuse for a human lol I have all the spyro games but I only have beat 4 of them lol I tried throwing a paper in the recycling bin about 3 feet from my desk and I missed lol
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
cool
i want to remove a lot of my face or maybe the whole thing i now avoid drinking water and i figured out why i dont like going to the bathroom because then i have to see more of my body i love ****** up self esteems they spice up life, truly wow. wow **** the number of times i think about suicide daily is increasing but its not really worrying at all so its okay i hate the word suicide because theres too much to say about it. you cant just mention it and get away with it my mother doesnt like my poems and thats sad to me because they are the only thing i care about that i do. i love crying next to computers i just had a strong urge to break a glass cup one time i yelled something while in my house alone and then threw up on the floor and broke a cabinet my mother asked “why is this cabinet broken?” one week later i said “i have no idea. i didnt even notice” she tried to tape it up before her parents came over for dinner at the table she mentioned i write great poems one month later she said she didnt like what i write hey can i get a glass of water please hmu with some water im literally dehydrated **** your goth baseball playing son
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
well i guess ill just type things here
when you’re just half kidding and when you stop caring about your body, just repeat the cycle. just keep going and for a minute you’ll think you’re fine again. you’re safe back at starting point and from here on it will be different, forever you’ll never think the same way again. you’ll never be sitting at your computer moving back and forth from the treadmill to the chair moving in and out between “i’m okay” and “please **** me” because that’s just how you cope and who cares if it’s only sometimes healthy
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
i love crying to computers
pull out the blanket from my chest along with every song that’s been sewed in and every color it’s made of (even if it looks completely gray) i’ve had so many imaginary days with you
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
quiet
9/8/14 with a toothbrush jammed down my throat, i wonder what it feels like to touch your hand. i wonder if you'd do that for me just for these times, i promise on the bus i placed my hand beside me and waited exactly 3 minutes. i wished something would happen. after that, i realized. my stomach, as if it were on fire, i wonder why i did this. which part of me did this, and how do i ****** that part i'm sorry it comes out in places i wish it didnt, but it needs to go somewhere. i know i have the sickness, but we have to pretend that i don't formless, i find shape when the lights turn on again. please don't do that. please let me remain formless forever
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
almost anything
i have not spoken to anybody this weekend this laptop is breaking today i have taken 4 diet pills and 3 melatonin pills im focusing on falling asleep at 6pm theres a scratch on my arm that i dont remember i hate telling my mom that im not eating dinner then she knows i ****** up too today i have cried in 4 different locations today i changed my desktop background to the color pink somehow my cold is coming back i’m waiting for something, i think this is just in between time there is a lot of in between time
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
september part two
we speak in contrasting colors (colors like red and blue and sometimes pink) i am focusing on becoming a light shade of blue my stomach heavy with the color red, i don’t think you hear me when i say i’m lonely we're only suffocating in this closet but i guess we're doing it together
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
our
in 5 out of six classes i almost cried i dont know why i fell asleep next to this computer and banged my head on it 7 times during the night sometimes i become self aware and become as small as possible today i made a smoothie and felt unhappy with my body i want to leave the internet for a long time and wear a hat at every moment of every day i really hate food most of the time im going to bake a cake no actually thats a terrible ******* idea okay whatever today on the 40 minute bus ride to school i was daydreaming about throwing up blood endlessly i get a lot of comfort from standing near someone i do not know how to explain it there are so many people i appreciate and i dont know how to tell them
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
i guess its september and i dont know what im talking about or why im talking
oh wow, i luv u normally i’d be eating pizza but i luv u i luv u too much to eat food but i dont luv u enough to not think about the food (which makes me sad) i luv u so much that i wish i looked like u because i luv ur looks more than my looks yesterday my mom bought a lazer pointer for my cat to play with this morning i used tht lazer pointer and the cat went wild n chased it up the stairs the cat is me and the lazer is u <3 nice
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
luv poem for everyone that im making up as i type right now right here. also love and luv are two totally separate things
i can always leave why can't i become smaller than this why can't i become so small that i can hide somewhere forever i don't know where you are but i'm hugging you in blanket form i wish i could play with your hair
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
11 PM in September
in dim lighting we’ll smell coffee and with blurry vision everything resembles the way things look through a kaleidoscope- light shades of purple and blue the dream is this we don’t feel lonely like this i’m hugging this blanket too tightly
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
day dream