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familiar there's no space like home no company like a handmade family no way of love like the handsome routine   no elbow room like the familiar a spell of life til      an itch takes to the brain and inches of ***** tape spool ideas of wetter play      haemorrhage and pool             and it's jostled
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC
ticker tape
It’s dry and still in the house this afternoon, The way houses are at 4:00 in December. I feel a little itchy and claustrophobic, Sitting on the floor. I hate this ******* carpet. Berber. I know you love me, But sometimes I wish you would let me destroy myself completely. Darkening winter gray settles over us in a dull film, Berber carpeting the world. It seeps into the house through cracks in the doorframe you kicked down when we were locked out that night. Into me too, coating my brain and joints and dreams in liquid fog. The streetlights will be dark awhile yet. Cotton ***** fill up my mouth And I’m fine, just fine. My grandmother’s favorite color was gray before people awarded points for such things. It’s nearly night, now, and the sky swirls with peek a boo pink and blue where the clouds are thin and blowing. No streetlights yet. The shadows gather at their feet. I pull out the spaghetti; Time to start dinner.
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Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 4:45 PM UTC
Existential crisis, late afternoon
Why do I lie like that To think I’m protecting your chest With a head pounding I’m in need of rest
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May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
Exhausting
I am a freak of nature I am control I am the silence in your voice When you can't seem to hold I am the one you push around Just like a ***** I am the one You keep begging for more I am control All these words Running through back of my mind Leave me alone No I can't stand on my own Start to humiliate you? You're acting like you're the only one With what you've been through Leave me alone I will stand on my own All I am is a **** burden Then why am I not forgotten? Calling me just to ******* argue! Did I disappoint you? And let you down You can't even grasp with what I've been through Leave me alone No more talking Through back of my mind! I'll lead you where you want to go I'll never let you loose control I am control! You made me this way And I couldn't stay away Or did I choose to be this way? Either way I am my biggest ******* mistake Mr. Self Destruct!
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
Mr. Self Destruct
burn all the study notes smash the greenhouse windows destroy the lab equipment and flood the basement storage shell anything personal shuck any valuables abandon this invested waste become unpossessed unburdenable unpossessioned you think your heart is broken ? her token is silt in memory take it to the streets at night sully it thoroughly and file off the organs remaining operations make it un-abusable and option-less what about your face ? bleed away you recognize nothing bleed actual jail from your eyes and crawl from the fight that mauled you claim your part in the background a pant of the great huffin' lose yourself in the noise the trade the interference the indifference find you're a vile version and drag this edition to it's rotten point the lowest style of limb where you needn't fend where you are securely unmended a gentleman approaches... - PEDDLE YOUR WORTH   AFORE IT IS TAKEN ? you peer from pinhole - THANK YOU ; I AM DONE he looks 'the you' over - RIGHT YOU ARE you pass the city border beyond the last streetlight you have earned ghost now you may be of some use now 'you' are not                                         - canvas
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
Jime
So maybe, we are glow sticks, that need to break to glow. So maybe, we are caterpillars who digest themselves during metamorphosis, to transform into a butterfly. So maybe, we are stars that need to collapse in order to shine brightly. So maybe, we need to breakdown, to pick up the pieces and cast ourselves as someone different. So maybe, we need to shed to become a better version. So maybe, all this crumbling breaking collapsing was never a destruction but a birth to something beautiful.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Maybe We Need To Break, To Glow
It starts in my chest, the hate, the anger. The urge to destruct clouds over my eyes, and all I can see is fire. I can't sit still. Everything shakes and falls. And when it's over all that's left is smoke. It floats off my fingers. Alarms are ringing in my head. I look and see the mess, everything I've ruined. Through the clouds, I can see my home, my past, everything I've ever loved, I burned. This is what I am. This is what I do.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Flavour Of Fire
when self-destruct is coming home after doing all you could at 24:00 and choosing to drink and drink when you have work in the morning as if i would have had any better luck trying to sleep without the alcohol at least i can enjoy a few hours before the insufferable grind once again somehow i sleep better after a night of drinking
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
sleepless
You’ll only have one, just one, and that’s it.                                                                                         No, I don’t want it,                                                                                               I’m done, I quit! Of course you want it, cmon, only one. Besides, you’re much funnier, and way more fun.                                                                                    I know that’s not true,                                                                                  and it’s killing us slow.                                                                           I don’t want it, please stop,                                                                                             go away, just go! Where would I go? Let’s not talk nonsense. Just one drink man, you deserve it my friend.                                                                                   How can you say that?                                                                                        You’re a part of me.                                                                          You know one turns to two,                                                                                   and two turns to three. Nah, not this time, this time isn’t the same. Just have one man, cmon, for old times. There ya go...... How about just one more?
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
The Little Voice
You’ll only have one, just one, and that’s it.                                                                                         No, I don’t want it,                                                                                               I’m done, I quit! Of course you want it, cmon, only one. Besides, you’re much funnier, and way more fun.                                                                                    I know that’s not true,                                                                                  and it’s killing us slow.                                                                           I don’t want it, please stop,                                                                                             go away, just go! Where would I go? Let’s not talk nonsense. Just one drink man, you deserve it my friend.                                                                                   How can you say that?                                                                                        You’re a part of me.                                                                          You know one turns to two,                                                                                   and two turns to three. Nah, not this time, this time isn’t the same. Just have one man, cmon, for old times. There ya go...... How about just one more?
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jack-frost blue on snow white circles of grey around midnight black against the velvet night sky the silent constellations i fell and fell and fell i bathed in your irises but my feet couldn't reach the bottom and when i tried to surface the air was frigid slicing my consciousness into ribbons i took a breath the chill seeped in first it was my toes then my legs my stomach my fingers my arms my chest then you blinked the ice fractured and i i shattered from the inside out
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
blue glass
It might be painful It might be disdainful It might be lightning It is so frightening Could be the thunder That has my number It could be Jesus knocking concerned about my mocking It could be my future or my lack of culture It could be those fried reasons maybe it's Jackie Gleason It could be the hollow that always seems to follow me into the night so black without any sight It could be a light from my star at height tumbling through the heavens or bread that is unleavened . . . All I know is it just happened while I was here just napping
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
It Just Happened
So it happens like this Everyone is watching, and I'm begging Look at me! Please! For just a second, hour, day! Please! Don't you see the issue? I'm constantly Effecting everyone, every day Still, I'm not, I'm not, That important to the whole scheme Really I should just walk away Unless someone really cares, I'll fade Care not, farewell To the long drop and deep sleep, I wish, I want, I would, I could if Only I could give it up, A toast! To No one, no where, no way, and no how
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
Press into me, I'm a machine, I'm a button
the self destruct button is waiting for that fellow to push he'll blow himself up like a snooker ball off the cush it won't be any surprise to see him blasting himself away this very explosion was fated on a forthcoming day the firing switch is set for the big self strike whereupon he'll be ****** into the air as a flying pike soon the event will be happening on television let us not miss watching his most important mission
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
Important Mission
like a perfect storm my anger brews wind chill low and intensity high i roar through the towns leaving wreckage in my wake never once looking back at the damage i have inflicted who knows where i'll go next a storm is unpredictable, you see there may not be a tomorrow but there sure as hell will be a tonight i swirl over raging waters, growing stronger as we speak this hurricane inside me is forceful and the eye may be inviting but don't ignore what is closing in all around you i can destruct whatever i please with no one being able to stop me until one day i diffuse
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
hurricane
How peculiar it is, all that we keep alive with our thoughts. I wonder, whether it is as photosynthesis is to the plant and a flower is yet to bloom, or whether our faces will become blue in the name of fallacy. Think wisely.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Construct or Destruct
*Stop it. Stop it, you're hurting me.* pain seeps through my pours blood stains the newly-bought carpet *No! Your mother loved that carpet* I beg for her to stop; leave me alone. I don't like this game anymore . . . but my own shaken hand refuses to set down the weapon
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
I Make My Own Demons
In this world we lost So we, in any way possible, pause The cause of all things destructable And make a piece so reliable For us to use When time comes We have come to go
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Reliable piece for humankind
I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't use all of my wishes begging for a smaller body I mean, prominent bones solve everything, right? So, I began skipping meals to speed up the process After all- my body can easily function solely with gum and low-call mints I repeated the words, "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels," until I believed it I lied to myself so much it became my truth Was Sunday's family dinner more important than my concave stomach? My dagger hipbones? The calories tighten my clothes and expand my skin It started out nice and slow, like all good things do, but it quickly wrapped around my fragile body and swallowed me whole It was never enough, I was never enough, but my body had more than enough Until my body is 6 ft under, hidden with layers of dirt, it won't be enough Only that would hide my poor figure better than any XL sweatshirt
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Wishes
There's a thrill in the shiver I get when I jump off the path. A vigorous ****** shudder, As I land up in the gutter. My body knows this way is wrong, However so wrought it may be With joyous sweet song. The melody takes over, A sharp ringing in the brain. The world is disobeying, All has gone insane. And suddenly it erupts, With tremor after tremor, Lost for all cause, In the head it's trying to sever. Yet in destruction there is beauty, The chance of new life. And as I set myself on fire, I've never felt more alive.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Fire
She held a red rose Atop her breast, Skin and path towards Motherhood; desires, Nearly hidden, But a tempt, attempt, Shrouded in satin. Contrary to nature, I left and let be, The rose, But not so subtle skin So that she could dream And dream for the both of, “Us.” As I’m tired, So very tired, Ever present atop an Even all-knowing that – There’ll come a time when My wings tire And this flight may cease. She’ll either hold me Or walk away And so I wait; Betting once more on empty, Once more on, “away,” And yet another Suicide without ever dying.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Of Icarus and another suicide
I don't think words are more destructive than thoughts. I think it's worse when the same thought repeats itself through the night and then you blame yourself for thinking the way you do. There's no off switch to negativity. You can't stop the flood of insecurity. You can only hope you're strong enough to stand your ground against every wave.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Late Thoughts
let me be her that girl; the one you have to block from your newsfeed because even the sight of me; even the thought that I still walk around unfazed burns your skin I wanna be that girl that you see walking on Queen West and think: “that will be the girl I starve myself for” I strive to be that girl who tears out all your organs and pickles them in jars, your kidneys and spleen and gall bladder – and shelves them on display for all to see “these are all the hearts I’ve stolen are you sure you want to climb into my bed?” I am that girl whose shampoo you buy and sniff in between gulps of Jameson I am the girl whose grin makes your bones shatter I am the girl whose eyes make your whole body dissolve into a river, and then you’re swept away by my laughter finally I’ll get to be the one who ruins all your favourite places for you I’ll be the one who makes you put barriers up, guards and gates around your heart to prevent its inevitable breakage I’ll get to be that girl who makes you weep at the thought of anyone else loving you I will be her that is my goal I don’t want to be that girl who extends her pinky and then her hand and then her arm and then is thrown forward into your arms and is held by no one when you leave I can’t be that girl who spins tales of you and me and my cousin’s wedding or you and me, doing the lap dance from Death Proof for you, or you and me smiling for a picture in front of an aquarium with the hashtag #thisguy I am no longer that girl who becomes a ghost when you don’t say a word to me I am not that girl who tells you how cute you are and how ******* smiley I am when I see you I am not that girl who gets left no, this time: I get to disappear I get to walk away and leave you for an Asian guy (girl) I get to unfollow you on Instagram because looking at pictures of you at the ocean makes me feel guilty I get to be pretend that I am unharmed; that I lit the fire but I’m not becoming ashes I get to have people tell me they want to take me out for coffee, or sit by the water, or hold my hand at that ******* aquarium I’m that girl now – her: the one your fear most because I am a caterpillar, a peacock, a fox, and you are the forest floor, and the desert sand, and the thinnest branch, and I will walk all over and break you.
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Black Widow
let me be her that girl; the one you have to block from your newsfeed because even the sight of me; even the thought that I still walk around unfazed burns your skin I wanna be that girl that you see walking on Queen West and think: “that will be the girl I starve myself for” I strive to be that girl who tears out all your organs and pickles them in jars, your kidneys and spleen and gall bladder – and shelves them on display for all to see “these are all the hearts I’ve stolen are you sure you want to climb into my bed?” I am that girl whose shampoo you buy and sniff in between gulps of Jameson I am the girl whose grin makes your bones shatter I am the girl whose eyes make your whole body dissolve into a river, and then you’re swept away by my laughter finally I’ll get to be the one who ruins all your favourite places for you I’ll be the one who makes you put barriers up, guards and gates around your heart to prevent its inevitable breakage I’ll get to be that girl who makes you weep at the thought of anyone else loving you I will be her that is my goal I don’t want to be that girl who extends her pinky and then her hand and then her arm and then is thrown forward into your arms and is held by no one when you leave I can’t be that girl who spins tales of you and me and my cousin’s wedding or you and me, doing the lap dance from Death Proof for you, or you and me smiling for a picture in front of an aquarium with the hashtag #thisguy I am no longer that girl who becomes a ghost when you don’t say a word to me I am not that girl who tells you how cute you are and how ******* smiley I am when I see you I am not that girl who gets left no, this time: I get to disappear I get to walk away and leave you for an Asian guy (girl) I get to unfollow you on Instagram because looking at pictures of you at the ocean makes me feel guilty I get to be pretend that I am unharmed; that I lit the fire but I’m not becoming ashes I get to have people tell me they want to take me out for coffee, or sit by the water, or hold my hand at that ******* aquarium I’m that girl now – her: the one your fear most because I am a caterpillar, a peacock, a fox, and you are the forest floor, and the desert sand, and the thinnest branch, and I will walk all over and break you.
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