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zoie marie lynn Jan 2018
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
                                              pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the   first     night
and the      second
and the   fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to   get
                                                  you
                                      out  
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in  sososo  much pain.
because you've  moved   on  so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
                                           goodbye.  
i know i'm  s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
                               o
                                n
                             ­    g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't                              gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s     l      o      w
steady
                          fast
u   s   e   d
  n    t   a   y
i   keep   keep   keep  breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
i think part of the reason why we hold onto something so tight is because we fear something that great will never ever happen twice

****
i was in so much pain when i wrote this, my lover had just left with two years of my life and i felt so so so alone. i chewed through therapists constantly, they left me behind because i was too broken to fix. i hated them all. but there was this one, this one singular human being that listened to me. she didn't flinch, she didn't look at me like i was a broken puppy left for death. she just listened. i was all over the place, but i managed to lay out my entire mind for her to dissect. and she did. she helped me so so much, and i could never repay her enough for how she has helped me. when i got home, i wrote the basics of this. it was like 12:30 when i wrote it and i couldn't sleep the next night so i decided to make this look exactly how i felt when i wrote it the night before. how my lover made me feel for so long. so i did. i was crying mountains, i was hyperventilating, i threw my phone through the wall. i put all my anger, blood, tears in each letter, each space. i put it all in there and then posted it a couple weeks later. i didn't show anyone. i just put it out there, hoping my lover would see it. but it didn't even matter cause when i woke up, the whole world saw it instead. thank you. i love you all.
Andrew Klein Sep 2010
My hands are not my hands
My voice is not my own
My lip never was my lip
But this blood is all mine.
The spoon sedated my fears and insecurities
It's tender metallic surface gleaning
And involuntarily shaking
As I lapped up alllll the yogurt.
I could use a cartwheel.
I don't want to sleep
I'm afraid of dying
as my back and forehead sweat in agony
My eyes don't open anymore
A steady beeping
A flickering fills the air around me
I told my brother I'll be back soon
If I stop
I'm writing with my eyes closed now.
My heart rumbles like a cannon shot
My only regret is how I never knew you better
Mr. Cobain.
We had such fun nights with Mr. Yorke
and Mr. Coyne
Just laughing
And taking turns rolling Thom's glass eye across the floor.
Spring training.
I'm laughing on my bed outside
Catching glances of the summer
Coiled and contemptuous
They go on their lives not caring
Who lives.
Who dies.
Three girls climbed into my window
They smelled of grass and
polyurethane
The children died 6 years ago
The Johnny Carsons of this life
And
GET OFF MY HAND *******
PASS ME THE FOOTBALL
Percodin.
Codin.
Coding.
I just turned the page
And I'll be ****** if I do it again

“oh ****!”


If Dan went white-face ghetto
And wore beatnick clothes
It'd be
AMAZING
The incisor broke my fall
Sorry.
No pork and beans today.
Ericccccc
Help my head
Chalk these mint leaves up to fate.
Because ******* are they good.
I'm reading your expression
On an empty pizza box.
You don't seem too pleased.
I fear
This ice in my tray made me soak my bed
Honest!
Flounder had a mohawk
I don't give a **** what you say.
His **** mohawk was badass.
His stubble made Sebastian jealous
A bed of ice is better than a bed of coals
Or a bed of cars
Or a bed of rice
But that would feel really, really good.
Take a guitar solo
Now a bass solo
Now a keyboard solo
Now a harmonica solo
Now beatbox, no go?
Maybe the former
The TRANSFORMER of course. I hope I live to see that one day.
Yes.
This one was an exercise in restraint.  I hope you enjoy it.
Anya Jan 2019
A groan
A moan
Head ready to burst
Pickkkkk it upppp, yessssshhh
The traitorous voice hisses within
Pikkkkk it up and alllll your worrrrries are gonnnnneeeeee
I try-TRY to resist
Six is more than enough!
This vicious cycle cannot continue!

Too late
I’m binging on another tub of ice cream for another hour of Netflix
And another splitting headache coming right up
Damion Hamilton Nov 2018
I wanna sit down

and be quite and get to know myself

in silence,

it's hard to do that

i've sat on park benches and tried to understand others, by observing them,

movements, strides, clothing, shapes, skin color and all

but not myself, that's a lot easier to do, and still impossible

but...

but

to know myself, that takes time and silence

and I'm addicted to alllll this stuff,

sights, sound and noise coming at me

and work... those 40 hours...that paycheck

if I was brave I would quit it alllll

and go towards the isolation road

but I don't

the world has me in her clutches

and rides me as she pleases

and I forget it all, like a lap dance
kristen Nov 2018
My brother is my brother.
No one is ever going to touch my brother.
No one is ever going look at my brother sideways.
If nobody got my brother, i got my brother.
I might be cool with you but if you have issues with my brother… ima always choose my bro.
Why?
Cause that’s my mother ******* brother.
The one i got to the end.
The one i laugh with.
The one that i tell everything too.
Don’t EVER talk about MY brother to ME!
Cause at the end of the day,
it’s me and my blood brother.
Over alllll you little scary ******.
Tana Young Apr 2015
She finally peaks her head out from her watery love
And I watch her breathe in this human air, alllll this fresh air
And this I swear, is more then I can bare
Seeing her face, eyes, damp and dark from the sea
And I wonder what the sun feels like to her against her
Pale, flawless skin, this thought made my heart sore for weeks  
The color of her blue eyes in the sun, as pretty as the sea
Her eyes hold the sea, she is the Goddess of me  
The sea has spared me from this, beautiful, scare
The sea gave her thoughts of we, she sees me  
She is extremely perfect, with faded skin, perfect eyes  
With the most lightest blonde hair strands,
you have and will ever see
I cannot say whether any disease of love of the heart
Caused her cheeks, her lips to need the sea
But she is the only thing I can see
Her eyes once soooo full of the sea, she is lonely
She actually misses me, the sea listened to my plea
In her heart lives the slightest thought of we
I'm sure she lives a lonely life under the sea
As I watched her visit me secretly  
As I watched her perfectly hidden, I watched her heart changed
I saw in her eyes, not only me but the sea can tell
That for the first time, her mind thought that the sea
Wasn't all she sees, the sea is slowly draining from her eyes I think
Her eyes see something in me
I added a few lines from a short poem I wrote in here... I just wrote this i didn't check for mistakes so if you see any please let me know... and let me know what you think... and this poem is based off of the poem I already wrote... Its Taken Me... it's kinda like the story after
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GOD has revealed himself
he hides behind flirtation with death
oh he hides
and the music
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and I have nothing
but the vibrancy of youth golden locked golden key that turns but I am a clumsy troll on top of a mountain, clumsy troll on top of the mountain wearing a frowny face, frowny face

and he drops his giant club in the ground
to sob and cry
because he couldn't get
his soup and wine
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I tried to make a list
Of all the ways you make me smile
It started with the laugh you have
When it sounds like the funny thing
Caught you by surprise
Then, the way you raise your eyebrows
When you catch me staring at you
I tried to make a list
Of all the ways you drive me crazy
First, your incessant insistence
To tease me about EVERYTHING
And the fact that I can’t even pretend to be mad
And also the way you do your hair in the morning
It’s really annoying how perfect it is
I tried to make a list
Of all the reasons why I miss you
Like, I sleep better when you’re holding me
And I can feel your heart beating in your chest
And every time we are together
I am filled with alllll the joy
And it’s always awkward when I blurt out our inside jokes
To anyone but you
I tried to make a list
Of all the reasons why I love you
But it’s so hard to keep track
When the list grows every day
And somehow I manage to keep falling
More in love with you all the time
And I’m pretty sure
I could spend
An eternity
In your arms
And the list goes on and on
nathalia gonzo Mar 2014
Don’t you hear what im trying to say
Ive scrapped the last of it today
Now shes weary, its time to lay
She insists, she needs to stay
Nay, don’t you see the knife has sunken dear
Cmon pack your bags into that trunk, youre up to steer
**** **** **** **** ****
I don’t even want a buck
I don’t even want a buck!
…… I do…….I do………….
I want it alllll
Every last of you
Did you know I would throw this fit
Thanks, you held for a bit
You  don’t hear me
You don’t hear it
Im leaving dear, please stay near
Anxiety is what I fear
Elle Richard Sep 2019
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
                                              pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the   first     night
and the      second
and the   fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to   get
                                                  you
       ­                               out  
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in  sososo  much pain.
because you've  moved   on  so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
                                           goodbye.  
i know i'm  s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
                               o
                                n
                             ­    g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't                              gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s     l      o      w
steady
                          fast
u   s   e   d
  n    t   a   y
i   keep   keep   keep  breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
sorry not sorry
Derrek Estrella Feb 2020
Pianos are crashing inside my head as the yellow light of the city and the sun force me into an excruciating halt. An affectionate young man- who is now old, yet remembers the skin he shed- sighs about ****** premonitions through the medium of digital frequencies. A car edges its way to my side- my father tells me “we’re almost there”- the car is positioned in such a contrived way that should I turn my attention exactly ninety degrees rightwards, I would be obliviously vying for the driver’s attention. The thought unnerves me, so I encourage my divagated musings elsewhere. Why did my father tell me that we were nearing our destination? Did he meekly say it, with the meagre velleity of keeping me aware of my surroundings? Where else could my head go, but up?
Pedestrians, their knees adorned with snow trinkets, fall within my periphery. As our car fit itself into a fleeting crevice on the cliff face of concrete, I adjusted my vision into a volitional telescope, narrow and explorative. Among the constellation of humans lay writers in poses denoting propriety, cigarettes suggesting esotericism, and face begging for denial. Facsimiles of these characters dance between the ivory-laced walkways of the interconnected district. I am disgusted by this labile beauty. I am fearful that I will witness its extinction.
I crossed the indifferent street, sure that my haste wasn’t apparent, and therefore, non-existent.
“Disappointingly, the record store sat waiting, knowing of my excitement”, said a fool, pricking my ear. I almost ran for an officer, indignant in my role as a victim to his verbal impotence. When I regained my composition, I paid full attention to the unassuming door between a burger shack and some unidentifiable after-thought-structure. This door, pedestrian to most, contains within it what a common walker would consider heaven. It is, to me, a strenuous Sunday stroll of impulse and and opulence. There is no point in resisting that which makes me happy yet unstable. I could not do without it. To deny is to doubt the music that I loved, and am currently beholden to by chains; the lobotomical sort.
I scoured the store and bough the prized possession. It was quite probably a Tim Buckley record. Here comes a man, quick and close, with a chartreuse disposition.
“I see you thinkin’ kid, it makes my brain throw up alllll funny things. If my erradition ever had anyin’ ta say, it’d shout that you’s too rowdy a rider.” Good sir, a sharp mind and apt humour is all I need to keep myself from harm. I wrote that down, walkings as if the stiff block was nothing but. Such a misdemeanour, to be so passive. I lingered forward and onwards.
John Velasco Jan 2018
At the dinner table

  "Please pass the steak. Oops, forgot to pray
  I'm hungry, what should I say?
  Amen. How was your day?
  I'm hungry, please pass the steak.
  Eeny meeny miny..."

"Dude can you watch your elbows?"

  "Moe... Ah, she looks nice and juicy. Oh that reminds me!
  Gotta tell you, wow, gorgeous girl, I met, day before this
  Cinnamon shoulders, starry eyes, wow..."

"Hurry with the steak!"

  "I got her number, yeah, yeah!"

Ring ring.

  "Total spin-out!
  We met, we laughed
  We bought movie tickets, and popcorn too, of course!
  What a blast!"

  "Wanna come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

Ding ****.

  "Hi! Come in!"

(kiss, kiss)

  "You're so... salivating!
  Better than the steak! Oh, the steak!
  Eeny meeny miny moe… Ah, She's perfect!
  Yum! ALLLLL! Mine!"
T R S Jul 2019
Well!
WELL
yes.... yes
it's something we should do.
Let's take ALLLLL
the arts we found.

I'll take mine...


...and


you'll take yours.....!!!
Yes!!

AND WE'LL MAKE A MONSTER.
MT Browder Aug 2020
Heart and Mind went to visit Soul
Heart excited, Mind under control
Mind:  I'll drive you navigate
Heart:  This trip is going to be great!
Mind:  Straight through to the end
Heart:  No stop, no new friends?
Mind:  No problems, no curves, no hills
Heart:  No new, no adventure, no thrills?
Mind:  The danger for pain is great, we must guard
Heart:  Soul told me the journey will be hard
Soul:  How was your ride, tell me alllll about it
Mind:  Heart took wrong turns, but wonderful, I must admit

— The End —