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#strangle
They reached behind my sternum, wrapped their hands around my heart, and attempted to strangle it. I pried their aching hands away, and I tore my bleeding heart in half. One half shaped itself into bread, and the other half fermented into wine. My eyelids slowly came together as I let the holy water wash over me. My words consecrate the communion, and I bless it for people to consume so we remember that we're not alone.
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Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 9:32 PM UTC
communion.
Vines wrap round their trees until There is no bark left to see. Flowers will drink and get their fill But too much and it's a tragedy. Often when a storm's too strong Away any foundations are blown And are lost to the winds for much too long - Won't you please leave me alone? The weeds strangle the neighbour roots Of flowers just trying to bloom They quell the reach of nearby shoots Til they are driven to their doom. Locusts once came and blocked the light And blood drowned the rivers red. Why won't you see that we are not right And you should find someone else instead?
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
Too Much
A serial killer, hangs up his hatchet... To scared of a cough to indulge, in a fulfilment of a hobby.. Takes up sewing...
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Changing Hobbies
Your name tastes bitter in my mouth Though still I crave your lips Trace my body with your finger tips Your words or lack there of strangle me Though I want you to embrace me Let your whole being encase me Your existence fills me with sadness Though you used to bring me joy So much power held in the palm of one beautiful broken boy
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Broken boy
Whatever you say I'm up to the task I try but I know I'll never be good enough Realistic expectations, Is that too much to ask? Must be the best, Nothing less Than perfection In everything I do, I do it all for you No room to fail with these 'expectations' With every cut that's red, With every bruise that's blue I'll fall apart for you For 'expectations' With every tear I shed, With every mask I bred, There's nothing to be said, I'm suffocating The high bar has been set There are goals to be reached I can't stop until death Either yours or one for me
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
Expectations
Distancing herself away, from the so called 'Love'. This Love that everyone praises and admires. This Love that people always desire. Love. He said it was Love too. The kisses, the presents. That was all his Love. But so were the arguments, the fights. Love was chaos. But doesn't everyone want Love. To feel Love, at least once? And so she fell for it. For his mysterious gaze. For his slight smile. For the Love that he offered. But the innocent hugs came to an end. That was not enough. His greed wanted more. Wanted the satisfaction from this Love. So when he held her against her will, and called it Love, She felt ashamed for crying. Ashamed for asking him to stop, Ashamed for saying no. But that did not stop him. Because in his eyes, it was Love. Love. The excuse he used to hurt her. To abuse her. To destroy her. And she remained silent. Isolating herself from those that could help. How could she hate him if he was doing it out of Love? How could she leave when all it was - was Love? But it's never what it seems, is it..? Love is a lie. Love is dead. And so is she.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Diminishing Soul
The heaviness on my chest, the strangled breaths stinking of wafting toxicity, the bloodstains on my hands from a **** My mind is whirling, and I wonder if this is it if this is insanity distorted past reality if I am truly lost in this labyrinth of twisted smiles and white lies if I have finally finally turned myself into a monster.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
the act of slowly dying
Time has its hands around my neck, strangling me. A diamond clock around my neck like Flavor Flav, hanging off me, pulling my head down to the dirt. The tortuous second, an arduous minute I grind my teeth at the passing hour. I squeeze each passing day, holding tightly, but it always escapes between my fingers, liquefying and dripping through, evaporating. Wake and pace, I wake and begin to pace. Weaving a trail through the leaves at my feet, the meadow floor becoming my revolving door with only one exit, a blinking red sign flashes, its arrow pointing directly down imprinting itself in my pupil. Sing the song of the day! Whether it be swaying morning Jazz or a night owls rhythmic hoots, sing it loud and let it ring, for you never know the last song you will sing. Walk in circles, hum the tone, whatever it takes to get you past that glaring sun high in the sky at each passing noon.
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Flavor Flav
People say hatred is wrong That it means you're as bad as the very one you hate But I beg to differ Why can't I hate her for torturing me as a child And trying her very best to make me sad Why can't I hate him for doing the very same For doing anything he can to made me feel pain Just because he can't hurt himself enough I've grown to hate myself And as bad as that is I just can't stop I've grown up with such a toxic set of siblings I might as well be the first to go That's what they've always wanted When they tried to strangle me I still remember how it felt When they wrapped their hands around my neck It hurt
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Hatred in the right
A shamed of who i am. A shamed of what i am doing. And horrified of what i have become. It started as a hunger for anything. A wish for that depth within something. But slowly that desire i had is fading. And - The true glimpse of what i have started surrounds me. The grip of reality and emotions plays loud in my hollow mind It's hands devouring themselves around my already weak neck Strangling this life i chose to live.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Ashamed. Of. Me. Myself.
*i'm in love with a ghost and you're in love with me two pretended souls kiss me till i bleed you strangle me at night ripping every piece loving you is a fight dying in the sheets*
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
my ghost
Held to the bottom I want to release this numb feeling To fee this emptiness I want to defeat this memory These unyielding ideas and stories. I want to hit it down and strangle this life I want to hold it down under the thick mud beneath my feet I want to watch it take its last breath To watch the insane life wither out of its eyes. I want to **** it I want to **** Me.
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
ME
A flood. A torrent. An endless pouring of doubt. It fills. It consumes. It chokes and kills. You don't see it. But it's felt. Inside the depths of my chest. I'm dying. It's strangling. It continues to press. I try and fail to breath And the funniest part? I put on a smile and make a joke. And no one seems to see.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Doubt is a quite death.
there are an infinite number of things i want to say to you I can't I'm choking on these words of mine they strangle me from deep inside the light that you had promised me took my eyes it's blinding some-where secret i cannot see you animals are laughing.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
......different words...
Nomatterhowbeautifultheletteris — you'll never be able to read or find the meaning of it without a space You can move while there's a space You can love each other if there's a space — love can fill in the blank space between two person and bring them closer, but it doesn't want to strangle them So why wouldn't we take a break?
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Blank Space
minsan hindi ko nalang alam bat nangyayari ang mga bagay-bagay sa mga taong mababait sa mga taong walang kaalam-alam sadyang di lang ba ko matalino hindi alisto sa totoo o sadyang walang sagot sa aking agam-agam putangina minsan hindi ko nalang alam
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
for what it's worth
Sitting here with my hand around my throat I've never felt more Alive
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
Noose
You’re soft. Smooth. And yet you want me to break you. You want my hands engraving red marks into your skin. Your sweet, soft skin. I cannot. But not because I don’t want to.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Strangle.
I want to s e t l r g an the neck of the demon who pushes me to be in a state of r n e o b i ell toward everything good and p l e u a f ce a nightmare eating love. Living cross exterminated. The masks that hide your face may change through downpouring rain and days where good reigns through all, but I can see thrOugh each one. I can make out the image you hide. Behind A Mask, You Wake And Sleep.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Peace. Rebel. Strangle.