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#spiraling
Poisonous is the snake, twin incisors make me weak, a foam produced by the mouth Ravenous is their thirst for blood, felled like a tree, my ****** roots exposed Veins course with the hatred for the swine & serpent, decapitated animals feed from the trough False-fed libertine, you are the carnal foothills of desire, seduction without a lack of mercy A library of secrets lie just under the surface, a litany of false truths hidden Power driven are the dire wolves, enraged in cages, ensnared by the Devil's trapdoor Hollow are the enemies, barking with pure impunity, ignorance worn thin by your predecessors Descent into the maelstrom, a new American justice is born, one of injustice Blackened hearts prevail, they sacrifice a soul, traded in for eternal damnation Immune & godless I enter the tomb of their unholy blasphemy, feathered oft their lips Service for the dearly departed, your cheap brand of justice is forlorn & lacking Nothing but a f*cking parasite leeching onto my skin, scrying into a black mirror This revelation of hellfire is a shadow of things to come...burn it to the ground
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
Portraits of Jericho
Each time I'm without you, My thoughts wander, My heart throbs in pain, My stomach eats itself, My body can't seem to be still. However, It seems you're the cure and You're the poison You say it's not serious, You say it's satire, You say it's okay. It's not okay. My thoughts wander. My heart throbs in pain. My stomach eats itself. My body can't seem to be still.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC
This Is Not a Love Poem
As I return to my disjointed thinking I feel the change wakening me Backwards walking from the truth Scorned in midnight closets Heart beat returns to a rushing locomotive The interior of my head is a cabin fever with pressure rising Streams of blood escape my ears now Tears of crimson fall soft on rose thorns From nostrils of nostalgia unto the nose of survivor's guilt A voice ripped from the pages of red Guilt lines the slumber they disrupt Beyond the dawn I reach the precipice I think about abortions of truth I denied Outlandish & grotesque the vices have I collected in little organized piles This is how I account for my retrograde transgressions Raising a pale hand under whiskey's guise Numb words stammer now in these eyes as the holy ghosts eyes are glowing wide The maelstrom calls me from it's oceanic wanderings Floating into a fuzzy wonderland with red wine as my fiend to have & hold Heavy warmth I hold in my cranium Blushing cheeks hang onto the blood that rushes from you to me A propellant moving us both apart & leading me into an evasive maneuver Blisters eradicate my swift fall into complete delirium Inside the dark bitter dystopian night Pitch black inside the belly of the beast I slide within moderate intoxication held on by baited breath Psychosis of the obvious peripheral grasps me by the shirt collar Levitation of the restless spirit greets me Congruent right triangles oscillate A day of the dead in the land of the lost Day of rest for the hard pressed workers Spent white knuckles rap upon the sticky bar stinking of alcohol's futility Monday maladies are an abyssal landmark of tourism to the dark side Leering into my black windows He stalks me not by midnight's lunar sun yet in the wary fingers of daylight's dark passage Take upon me your sins & I will be the sineater as my days of weakness pass
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Dark Bitter Dystopian Night
As I return to my disjointed thinking I feel the change wakening me Backwards walking from the truth Scorned in midnight closets Heart beat returns to a rushing locomotive The interior of my head is a cabin fever with pressure rising Streams of blood escape my ears now Tears of crimson fall soft on rose thorns From nostrils of nostalgia unto the nose of survivor's guilt A voice ripped from the pages of red Guilt lines the slumber they disrupt Beyond the dawn I reach the precipice I think about abortions of truth I denied Outlandish & grotesque the vices have I collected in little organized piles This is how I account for my retrograde transgressions Raising a pale hand under whiskey's guise Numb words stammer now in these eyes as the holy ghosts eyes are glowing wide The maelstrom calls me from it's oceanic wanderings Floating into a fuzzy wonderland with red wine as my fiend to have & hold Heavy warmth I hold in my cranium Blushing cheeks hang onto the blood that rushes from you to me A propellant moving us both apart & leading me into an evasive maneuver Blisters eradicate my swift fall into complete delirium Inside the dark bitter dystopian night Pitch black inside the belly of the beast I slide within moderate intoxication held on by baited breath Psychosis of the obvious peripheral grasps me by the shirt collar Levitation of the restless spirit greets me Congruent right triangles oscillate A day of the dead in the land of the lost Day of rest for the hard pressed workers Spent white knuckles rap upon the sticky bar stinking of alcohol's futility Monday maladies are an abyssal landmark of tourism to the dark side Leering into my black windows He stalks me not by midnight's lunar sun yet in the wary fingers of daylight's dark passage Take upon me your sins & I will be the sineater as my days of weakness pass
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i’m fine i’m fine i’m fine i’m—no i am i just need sleep i just need a break i just need to stop lying i’m not lying i’m literally telling you i’m fine it’s just stress it’s just school it’s just— it's not just anything i can handle it i always handle it i know how this works i just need to get through today and then tomorrow and then— you said that yesterday and the day before no but this time is different this time i actually will i just have to keep it together i just have to keep— you’re not holding anything it’s slipping it’s not slipping i’m fine i’m fine i’m fi— then why are you shaking i’m not i’m just cold it’s just nothing it’s just— look at you stop no stop i said stop i just want it to be quiet i just want one second where it’s not so loud where i’m not thinking where i’m not— then say it say what the truth i— i'm fi stop lying .. i say it i'm not okay (there it is)
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 7:58 PM UTC
no clear signal
No warning given, just a restless tapping deep under the skin, a pulse that doesn’t belong It swells without mercy, a storm with no horizon, growing out of control until it finally explodes. Pebbles crashing, into the quiet of my mind, ripples crossing, colliding, disturbing every still surface. Dark shadows gathering, inside every thought, a restless torment, shattered the calm peace. Sinking further within, silent fractures spread deep, endless thoughts spiraling, a doorway never meant to open. And once it opens, the dark doesn’t rush in; it waits, patient, deliberate, as if it has all the time in the world.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:58 PM UTC
Pebbles unwanted
I need love Like I need air I need touch Like I need food I need care Like I need water I need someone Like I need blood I need Not I want Because if I wasn't loved I don't think I would even exist anymore
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
Need
thoughts spiraling heart racing, hands sweating, legs shaking. my mind — its own battlefield: past trauma, present anxiety. every word said, a puzzle for me to solve. i’m not in the future, yet my mind is overloaded with predictions. anxious thoughts, beaten-up heart. please, my love, don’t let me go. my heart will crumble, my mind will vilify me, my hands will shake, my legs will give out.
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Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
spiraling
If I exist, then I must be real- That's how it works, But it's not how I feel. I look in the mirror, Glimpse at the reflection, But I walk right through her- We have no connection. And how many words Can I say, rambling on, Before someone realizes They carry no weight? Wasting the air From my tired lungs- Words are just words When no action comes. But action proves nothing If my words aren’t right; I could move mountains And still lose the fight. I could fill every hole That’s carved in the ground, But none of it matters If I do so without sound. If I’m not weeping, Or begging, or screaming, I make them uneasy- My silence unredeeming. I speak so much It makes my throat hurt. Sick of myself, Sick of this work. And if I begged This sickness to take me, She’d just laugh- And keep on berating. I know I’ll get up, I’ll just walk away. It never lasts long. It’s only a phase. But when your villain Is the girl in the mirror, It’s hard to ignore A fear drawn so clear.
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
Dissociation Days
the hour is late fears keeping you wake it's all in your head it's all in your head the nightmare is nigh in your tired eye it's creeping nearby it's creeping nearby the danger exists it's still in your head it will never end it will never end
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Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
In your head
I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage while words swirl around my head. I try to catch the good ones- but mostly, I wish I was dead. I do everything too much- the joy, the sorrow, the dread. Yet somehow, I’m never enough- what a curious truth to be force fed. If I laugh, it’s always too loud; my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud. Crying is a dangerous game, I could sob away a city, drown in the blame. My rage leaves no survivors, as if I line people up on personal pyres. When I vent, they hear preaching- a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching. I don’t love, I dissect- obsessively search for the trap I expect. I can’t just leave; I burn it all down- the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown. I do too much and my inner child feels seen, She's acting out, we aren't this mean I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft. Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.
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Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
Tornado Watch
Heavily debated deleting my account, Even though it predates you, It is forever tainted with confessions of love for you
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
Snippets #18
I'd have to **** part of myself to live the life my mother wants And the worst part is she really believes that's best
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
Snippets #6
What's the price on sanity these days? Could I doordash it?
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 7:05 PM UTC
Snippets #4
She'll nail the audition, she always does She even gets the lead more often than not, But like clock work, her performance declines with each rehearsal She can't hit the notes, Her costume begins fitting funny, Don't get me started on her choreography, But she'll pursue, until she's booed Off the stage on opening night. And this is her curse, She'll nail the first verse, And have seemingly no control as she gets worse
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
No Call Back
my insistence on existence is getting out of hand the walls are shaking ground is breaking its getting hard to stand i tried talking to the glass, staring into a new land the mirror is cracking voices stacking echoing demands i wrote a thesis on my spiral and signed it in my blood filed it under "WHAT THE HELL" and watched it sink into the mud people seem to like me tell me i seem vague i take it as a compliment then turn another page.
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC
spiral
There is this thing about spiraling; isn't it beautiful in a way? I am like a ballerina; turning and twisting against the same spot; turning it into poetry.
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Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
Spiraling is kinda like ballet
It's taking all of me to not spiral out of control into madness The world's capacity is full and i'm a grain of sand
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
Life lessons in the city
The world we make Is a safe place to fall from Spiraling into one another Our souls orbit like Saturn's moons Drawn by an irresistible gravity The world we make Is a journey most never experience An adventure full of new discoveries And unexplained connections Guiding us toward one another The world we make Is familiar and foreign A home for healing hearts And building dreams From the fractured pieces Broken and beautiful Raw and rare Faith and fear Grace and gratitude Ours
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Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
Ours
people don’t understand spirals it’s not something i do because i’m not living in the moment or because i refuse to attend to practical matters i spiral because in every moment of every day my mind is seeing and feeling and embracing the biggest struggles and smallest victories of everyone around me heartbreak tears years of hard work dreams come true my brain is a sponge in the ocean wave of life look around the world is a whirlpool of infinite possibilities and of infinite reasons to sit and think for awhile it’s only natural to be pulled under
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
Spirals
A quicksand cyclones downward at the center, A spiraling hole spun around by the sands that enter, They scratch at the innards of my heart, Pulling everything down and ripping it apart, I’ve tossed so many things at it, But they just drop into this endless pit, Nothing seems to fill it up, Instead everything just gets ****** up, It’s like having my flesh sliced by scattered grains, Spun at high velocity as it sheers against my veins, Carving out tiny wounds accumulate into scars, Blood seeping, lost and disappearing with its cause, Cries are ****** up and then dispersed, Scattered into pieces until it’s no longer heard, Screams are silenced by a ringing vacuum, Run through bleeding veins buried in my womb, It’s like something wants to come up, Like a volcano that’s ready to erupt, Everything that’s been sunk and saturated full, It’s getting ready to finally burst my soul, I didn’t want to shut it all up, It wasn’t my choice to have it all ****** up, I tried so hard to pull it out with my strength, But I underestimated the length of my pain, It’s been loaded and treated with all its vice, So I don’t know how to clean it up nice, I think my exterior is too thick for it to ever explode, But I think that one day, I am going to implode.
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 12:56 AM UTC
Quicksand
My life has been a downward spiral The path is full of disdain and misery The motion makes me sick The darkness makes me sicker And I’m afraid I’m on my way to my own destruction
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 9:48 PM UTC
Spiraling