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1.8k · Jun 2018
class clown
GirlWhoShivers Jun 2018
hello reader, i'm trying too hard
as if you could grade me
for every thought I discard

here - please dissect my ramblings
into coherent readings
clumsily crafting my feelings,
i’m scrambling

mending my thoughts digestible for you
i just wanted a good poem,
but this afterthought
will do

similar to the class toad
sprawling my consciousness out
a beating heart
exposed
F-
883 · Oct 2018
nameless
GirlWhoShivers Oct 2018
look at all these people
playing at life's game
i'd like to think i'm better
yet I am just the same -
writing a listless poem
this one without a name
a spew of nothingness
i hope sticks to your brain

no, i don't do this for me
this poem is for you
and perhaps if you felt the same
you'd be this way too.
writing poems while alone
feeding the human zoo
a mind ablank and empty
i'm just enjoying the view
539 · Nov 2015
agnosticism
GirlWhoShivers Nov 2015
There’s something just so odd about
always balancing on the fence over God
whatever that is
one morning you’re eating your breakfast next to him
and when your coffee gets cold, you go to refresh it
returning to an empty chair in the kitchen
despite checking the closet and under the bed
driveway empty, he disappears without a trace.
I shrug and I go back to my monotonous day
it never made a difference to me in the first place
smashing my moral compass into the bowl
and stepping on the eggshells


there’s something just so strange about
always being so apathetic about the afterlife
one day I’m staring at my own creation in the face
the next I’m jotting down my signature on a check to the nearest
*** store, florescent green lights against the pavement
******* and live chat rooms
and I wonder if something is watching me
peering constantly over my shoulder
nodding his head in disappointment as I crumple up the receipt
stepping out my burning cigarette **** on the concrete
flickering parking lot lights
Angels spreading their wings
Angels spreading their legs

there’s something just so dreadful
this self-indulgent craving to feel loved by something
twiddling your thumbs at the dentist’s office
the clawing from inside your skull
daydreaming the stains on the carpet into animals like clouds
smile and nod to the receptionist
listlessly discussing the weather
slitting the throat of each arising thought
every last insatiable woe, your vexations left behind
a shell of emotions asphyxiated and blue
bleeding out on the waiting room floor
achieving peace means to destroy what kills you
Isn’t that how He always did it?

there’s something just so pathetic
seeking to blame a deity for being this way
i did not forge my own existence,
but I place the pieces of myself back together every night
that was never anyone’s responsibility but my own
the ego’s entitlement to believing an omnipotent being
owes me some sort of answer
selfish enough to just not want to face that bitter lonesomeness
the emptiness, the void, oblivion
being too much of a ******* coward to face it all alone
greedy little ape, just hungry for any answers
I just want my hand to be held
i’m so terrified to be human
but aren’t we all
sort of a long one..
458 · Apr 2017
store-bought soul
GirlWhoShivers Apr 2017
I'd be better off with a refund
Despite my own compunctions
I've mindlessly tossed the receipt
I guess that idea is defunct, then
I'll settle with the damaged product
It has to be worth something
If anything I should know by now
How tattered things still function
327 · Mar 2018
memories
GirlWhoShivers Mar 2018
i found the puzzle that you crafted
tucked inside it's little box
with all the scattered pieces,
with all the scattered thoughts.

I fumble for every shard,
I recover them preciously,
bit by bit -
I place them gently, specially.
to expose the entire picture
i guess you're gone, it's true.
our memories run and flicker
I realize that it’s you.

god, it hurts to look at-
this unfinished mess of art
and to know you’ll never carve
another piece.
at least I have a beating heart.
do what you can with the time that you have. RIP Gauth, I'll love you forever.
304 · Jan 2016
the inevitable
GirlWhoShivers Jan 2016
I am not alive

I simply go day to day

Edging at my time
a haiku
253 · Sep 2017
lightbulb
GirlWhoShivers Sep 2017
i've found that if I ***** my head on too tightly-
the threads become loose enough
my socket burns out a little quicker
and regardless of what way you spin it,
it's stuck until it's of no use

and when that day comes-
my empty skull will rattle
my light will go out
and the only way to replace me
is to break me

even after i'm blackened,
burnt
and discarded
i'd still have been of use
to anyone who has basked
under what little I had to give
202 · Mar 2019
facebook comments
GirlWhoShivers Mar 2019
I knew there was a reason why I thought of you whenever this song came on.

Here I am typing to you, imagining that you can respond.
i miss you
114 · Mar 2020
virtuality
GirlWhoShivers Mar 2020
trail your cursor
now draw it near
pull the trigger
disappear
a soulmate of wire
and this suit of meat
together forever
binary heartbeat

three tabs forgotten
lost before the portal
my handle is forever
this old friend is immortal
digital shepherd, the digital sheep
counting the code for their lcd sleep

that with limbs could run
away
and those with souls aren't meant to stay
the only running she does
is for me,
my forever friend,
dot exe.
the web cannot perish,
the web cannot weep.

it simply one day
goes obsolete
89 · Mar 2020
& worthy
GirlWhoShivers Mar 2020
my consciousness thin
& my self-tattered skin
my floor-wrought chin
& my parasitic twin

my black book of sins
& my losses before wins
my thrashing limbs
& my tiniest of violins
what is this, emo poetry for dr. seuss?
84 · Jun 2023
GirlWhoShivers Jun 2023
blood
isnt
all
too
different
from
water

except
for
tastin
******
salty

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