#misplacement
An auspicious occasion,
It becomes a suspicious one.
You want to obliterate it off your memory,
But end up trying to illiterate it instead.
A pinnacle of politeness,
Becomes a pineapple instead.
Malapropism is such a nice phenomenon!
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
Glass ticking like cold plastic
My fingers thrum hopelessly in the hopes of drumming up a solution to a problem with an issue of loss.
This dilemma has found me at the end of my rope and I fear the knots in my stomach are only getting tighter as I squeeze you closer to me now.
Why can't I help me?
I won't let you do it for me.
But must I force feed you the truth?
I'm not hungry for this day any more. Fighting this sickness, I choke back another spoonful of medicine...
--And what am I supposed to do now then?!
Frustration consumes me.
I am bile. The emptiness inside, that fills me with rot.
I'm hollow!!
Somebody save me from myself! I want to self-destruct and not be okay anymore.
I want to fly a Subaru into the sun on fire.
*I'm just so ******
Just leave me behind and maybe I can decompose into something useful and that actually wants to be here and maybe after that I can finally float away from here...
Wouldn't that be okay?
Why should I have to stay.
I never belonged here any way.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I look misplaced.
For I don't see,
We are the same.
We are unique,
in our own way.
But we are all wilting in the same way,
Slowly,
Surely,
Shamefully,
And soon completely gone.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
I can't help but wonder if this sensation will pull through the rest of my life or if it will drop off at some point like discarded dissonance...
-This feeling of temporary misplacement-
As though comfort itself were only possible for a time... Not actually meant to sustain...
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC