#slit
Little chip
bottomless dip
but is it?
Does nature has
a hole or a slit?
Tap in logic
it's ******
For instance dig in
mathematically instill
a finer silicon chip
but where is the slit?
It springs
digital and now AI magic.
Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
The double slit experiment
In quantum mechanics
Shows us one thing:
That you can’t trust a ************
You can’t even trust a particle
Without watching it like a hawk,
And even then it will disobey you.
Be a little rebel,
Get yourself a little *****
Have your own opinions,
Let relationships decay into ruin.
Quantum mechanics tells me
That we’re all a little cunty,
Even the atoms that comprise us,
So what choice do we have
In the end?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
Four drops of Carmine.
One for hope,
One for trust,
One for love,
One for guilt.
-parthenope
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
Love leads to pain.
There is no way around it.
People change or leave or die...
...and your soul’s throat feels slit.
But even if love were a prison
With this lethal injection as my destiny
Should someone discover how to make it...
...I would still refuse the key.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC
your sword is pointed at my neck,
so go ahead and slit my throat.
you'll see no fear in my eyes when you do.
the tip of my dagger already did its job,
and soon, the poison will **** you too.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 2:27 PM UTC
You make me want to kick you in the teeth
It may hurt me back but not my feelings.
The urge to snap your kneck
makes me shiver filled with rage.
I hate that I want you
but I know that I don't need you!
After trying everything,
it so bothers me
that you're still breathing.
The memories of you
Makes me want to puke!
Why the **** did we ever come across?
Wait, hold on to that thought
Knife is talking to me,
reminds me to slit your ******* throat!
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC
Cut my throat and let me bleed.
Your silence, love, is killing me.
A bomb went off inside my head.
But sadly, love, I’m not dead.
Not yet. Not yet. (I’m not dead)
Get out of my head. (I’m almost dead)
I’m not dead. (Not yet. Not yet)
These shackles are cutting my skin.
I don’t want to let the darkness in.
They’re sharp, so sharp.
The shards of a broken heart.
Get out of my head.
I’m not dead yet.
Hold me close
The blood is flowing
I'm not dead yet
But I might be going
Paint the roses red
With the dripping from my head
I'm not dead yet (Not yet),
Slit my throat
And watch me bleed
Your absence, love, is killing me
A bomb went off inside my head
But sadly love
Sadly love
Sadly love
(I'm not dead yet)
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Tonight is a night of sorrow,
a night of loneliness.
Songs of death loom in a dark forest.
Wolves vent their struggles.
The beautiful one awakes.
Wisps of death surrounds her pale form.
A timeless dread fills me.
Her inky black hair cascades over
Frail ivory skin.
her full crimson heart aches.
Black tears streaming,
streaming from her wrists.
Tonight is a night of new life.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
You ask me how
I will do it.
I never told you
but I will slit my throat
in front of the person
that anger me the most.
I wanna see blood, red
and frighted eyes.
Scared for life.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Cold to the touch
Sharp to the bone
--—— -
Warm as life
Red as
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
This is hard
like yanking teeth
or rising up
from a warm bed
at the beginning of winter.
This is hard
like stepping out of
quicksand or thick mud
like pulling a sled
up a steep mountain
in the midst of
a hazardous blizzard.
This is hard
to lie and lie again
but instead of
shrugging off those lies
like locusts or pestilence
or bugs or mal intent
a sanction needs to be clear
and fully carried out.
My actions need to reflect
past words as rough and as raw
as a sore throat
swallowing cold water.
To persevere is to not give up
even when my mind is trapped
in the heaviest of slumber.
I have to do what needs to be done
even though I'd rather
slit my wrists or cut off my thumb.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Benedict had slit
from wrist to forearm
with a razor blade
liberated from some
old guy's razor
the nurse bandaged up
after stitching up
you want to be back
in the locked ward again?
she said
he sat on the wide stairs
blue carpeted
I want out
he said
well this is no way
to get out is it?
she said
eyeing him
professionally
taking his pulse
looking at the watch
pinned near to her breast
he sensed her
finger and thumb
on his wrist
slight perfume lingered
patients passed
on the stairs up or down
wide awake or drugged up
a nurse walked down
eyed him
again?
she said
the other nurse said
maybe just attention
not time for that
she said replying
then walked up and away
what do you want?
the nurse said
go backwards or onwards?
he eyed her
I want out of here
one way or the other
she sighed
let go of his wrist
if the doctor sees this
he'll have you
locked up again
Benedict rubbed the bandage
it was now sore
and pained him
you need to think
she said
he saw only dark mornings
and darker nights
and an endless corridor
of same following same
the nurse walked down
and away
he rubbed his arm
looked at the white bandage
and pink plaster
he was sown up
once more
he was Humpty Dumpty
on a wall
waiting to fall.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
So you've been doing well and you're engaged,
so nice. "Happy for you" doesn't begin to explain
the feeling I've been taking to bed every night.
When I get sad over life and
look at pictures of slit wrists,
I let the memories flood in.
Shuffling to our room in midday
dead set on apologies.
Finding you stretched out and half dead.
Finding you stretched out and half dead,
you said,
"You did this to me."
I bet I'd be better off if I'd left with my cigarettes
But as it stands I can wish you well,
and for your husband the same hell,
to reach the soul you never had.
I hope he's happy in laughter like me,
when I meet you in dreams.
I am not humble in memory.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
"It'll make you happy darling. Aren't you tired of being sad all the time? Just one whiff and you'll be on a roller coaster that only goes up."
"It'll make you feel alive darling. Don't you want that? All it takes is just one sip."
"You won't feel a thing darling. Aren't you tired of feeling? Just one slit on each ****** wrist and it'll all be over."
Which will you chose to destroy yourself, darling?
(a.d)
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
"you've gotten bigger."
you say to me
as we eat at the same tree
that we have eaten at since grade 7.
"your hair looks horrible"
you say to me
as we get ready to go
to his party.
"your acne is coming back"
you say to me
as we get ready for prom
and our dates.
and one day
i skip lunch
and you ask why
and i shrug.
and one day
i curl my hair for the first time
and you as why
and i shrug.
and one day
i wear lots of make up
and you ask why
and i shrug.
but that night
i slit my wrist
and swallowed pills
instead of dressing up.
why you might ask?
because i'm horrendous
inapplicable
disgusting.
don't you remember
the days you reminded me?
well here you go.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC