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onlyshecallsmeem · 3 years
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I’m not sure who you thought I was
Praying at the altar
For someone destined to falter
It’s like I was set up for failure
I don’t know what you saw in us
Picture perfect movie screens
Neon lights and summer dreams
It’s just too bad it was just a facade
I don’t understand who I am
Jaded and cynical destined for pain
Loving and gentle destined for fame
It’s like you pushed me into a corner
I can’t believe how long it took
To reach inside my rib cage
To tear the words from the page
My heart wasn’t smashed the way yours was
It doesn’t feel real anymore
The madness ripping through my head
The feeling you’d be better off dead
I suppose that’s a good thing
I actually hope you’re happy now
Kissing strangers and hugging friends
Making meet and meeting ends
I hope she holds you right
I’m finally happy now
I’m running fast and breathing hard
My thoughts are not pointed and scarred
It’s quite different
It’s something I never thought possible
A life without your hand in mine
A bed without you intertwined
It’s for the best though
I think this is the last time now
That I am taken with you my muse
The idea of someone I could use
I hope I still write well
-Em
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rocho-suave99 · 3 years
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The Unspoken Similarities Shared By The Consumers And The Consumed (6/28/21)
This fleshy form, a vessel
For the soul and a collection of memories,
Just like the bottle that you nestle
In the cabinet or the fridge,
Containing beverages or condiments.
Sealing in the flavor you desire,
Either full and intense or dull with only a smidge
Left, patiently waiting for the day to expire.
Whether they're used and their purpose is fulfilled
Or they just gather dust as they slowly rot,
The products we're conditioned to buy and consume
Aren't too different from us human beings.
Produced in minds instead of beds,
In factories they grow and develop instead of wombs,
Until they are birthed, shiny and fresh
Much like a newborn baby, only encased in plastic,
Glass, or cardboard rather than flesh.
Dropped and dented,
Shattered or misused,
Like our fragile, yet durable bodies
That can be broken and bruised.
But the spirit is still there,
Just like the pears
In that discounted, damaged can.
For, whether a part of mankind, or man-made,
All are forced into an existence full of strife.
But nothing lasts forever,
And all bear the burden (or blessing)
Of the ever looming decay,
Signaling an end to our "shelf life."
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inflation-of-mind · 3 years
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You don't need windows
When the door is broken
- Mestin
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suntara · 4 years
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I'm moving out of my house soon
I've packed my belongings
My posters, bulletin board and my tarot cards
In brown boxes, packed with not very sticky tape
I packed till my bedroom was empty
And looked at my walls
Stained with stray paint streaks and sticker marks
My floor pearly gray,
Blandly held together by the washi tape stuffed between it
The windows that I call my own are sadder now
No scenery encompasses through its glass
The outside in a stand still
Cars stopped at every second, worrying about crashing for the first time
The open area next door,
whirs with ambulances and a brush stroke worth a plague
The office building lights flashed on and off,
A distress signal in disguise
The linoleum coverings in workstations peeled from the corners
The ceiling fan in my room interrupts the view
Creaking again, as if it were like any other day
When I would wear headphones
And temporarily block out my neighbors whines,
Lady Pandemia,
The wife of a loan shark, with sympathy measurable by a teaspoon
Lady Pandemia did not yap today,
And she didn't care to talk about butterscotch cookies or a new necklace today
I'm alone in my empty bedroom
Scrubbing away at the walls
Desperate to erase my existence from my own palace
I'm running away from my own life
My feet were never made for dance,
and I don't believe that my mind creates anything worth memories
I'm a part of a doll collection
Blemished leather skin and feet in a ball and chain
steel is really just a tessellation of
complicated numbers and prewritten destinties
Or perhaps a rest stop when one is on a road trip
one of those road trips with malibu sunsets and cheesy music
Where ones final location is a pretty beach house
And I'm just a gas station with twizzlers and toilets reeking of weed
Not much worth remembering
I've snapped out of my daydream
Where I believed that my writing, my art or even my advice made a difference
And so I am layering these boxes in another layer of tape
I'm packing my prized possessions in a small bag that I wave as a white flag
And I'm relishing over the ball and chain around my feet
The metal crunching an approving smile
with that, I wish the room goodbye
Not a see you soon, because that won't happen
I'm a doll
Scratch that
A puppet
And I am made to entertain the audience
Not to compose and create
Because what's the point of creating something priceless,
When you can sell your being for more?
I've left my room now, I'm on my way to
an old ending restarted
I'm flipping through my story again,
editing my ending
Without writing the fucking story in the first place
.
(Isn't that the victory in any tragedy?
The hero losing but the villain not winning,
The hero has exited the room
And with that the world shivers and braces
For its first winter)
-aureatemoonshine
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alwaysforher1984 · 3 years
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It is a steady thud with precise consistency on a long black narrow surface
I am abiding by the rules set forth for my heart
Increasingly harder to take in the air that whirls around us yet not to be seen
My chest is bigger than ever before and that beating tough flesh inside is as strong as it'll ever be
Slowly the world comes back into focus, the high will be there for the chase every tomorrow
LOVE ME
~Heather King~
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env0writes · 3 years
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Day 25: Fangs
Jan(us’ Est)uary
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briarmoon · 3 years
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Yuanfen
Anarchistic atheist, you don’t believe      in anything,           Yet you still suck the poison juice              from your Agent Orange tree.   Devotion stains your fickle fingers green      with wax wedding rings,          From gum ball machines pulsating              with a purple putty sheen.   Waves of canned laughter surfing the red rustling sea      never cling,          To wild blueberry barrens               that whisper in the autumn breeze.   Hot pink jingling ice cream trucks begin to flee       from school crossings,         As guards guide children into cages             where they long to be free.   Yellow school buses like great white sharks seethe      and swarm while circling         This hurricane rage swirling             and surging inside my daydreams.   Summer solstice has turned her back on me,      sans solace, leaving         Cracked crystal spiders on windshields            from frenzied fists of fury.   Lost like stray dogs on Praia da Luz Beach,      we’re cross waves rippling         That forever roam with ghosts              of missing girls along the sea.   I never bought train tickets for this tragedy      on hope’s wings –         A passenger in this parade            I never wanted to be.   Poised to jump into a blackhole fantasy      we’re barreling          Toward a land where smoke and mirrors                are what your false prophets see.   Chasing rainbows, your pheromones lure me        back to us, I sing –          O’ Yuanfen! My faith in you             will become the death of me!
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env0 · 3 years
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Day 1
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anondescripted · 3 years
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I checked my tea,
To see if anything
Had died in there
A drowned gnat or two
Is just extra protein—
A small reprieve
To gloomy boredom
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itsabubblegumworld · 4 years
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therebepoems · 3 years
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Hold my hand and I'll hond onto yours forever.
Let go,
And you'll never get near it again.
Alex Delorme
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onlyshecallsmeem · 3 years
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Were we always meant to betray the ones we love?
Wasn’t it Judas who kissed his savior?
Is that the truth that lies in a kiss?
Placing your lips on them
Trying to give them a gentle warning to run
If it’s true that means I’ve given fair warning
To each one of my heartbreaks
Telling them with my kiss
That I’ll be the one to betray them
I tried to tell them
Each time my lips pressed against their skin
My lips signal my inability to tell the truth
To commit and be honest
You saved me time and time again
Yet here I am
My lips against your neck
Cursed to betray you
-Em
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rocho-suave99 · 3 years
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Breathe In, Breathe Out (Be Present, Don't Pout) (3/5/21)
Five more minutes,
That's all it takes
To soak in your surroundings,
Forget all your mistakes,
And breathe in what is,
Let go of what isn't.
Realize there is no better gift,
Than the present,
Than being alive.
Distance yourself from the struggle,
The buzz of the hive,
And take a second to appreciate
How baffling it all is.
The stars, the breeze,
Your fellow human beings,
As well as other creatures
With unique and mesmerizing features.
It's a wonder,
Pure art,
The simple yet complex act of living.
Joy, laughter, pain,
Anger, forgiving;
As long as it's not done in vain.
Go out, be
Because you know there's a purpose.
Once you do that,
It doesn't matter what everyone else does.
It's not about them,
It's about you and the life you've been given.
So do more than just exist,
Enjoy this world we live in.
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marigoldjesus · 4 years
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I was roped and pinned
Like the statue of Lucifer in
The Holy Trinity Church.
The sunlight hits my body
From the stained glass windows.
To be gawked at. To be poked.
To be touched. To be scarred.
To take something from me
I'll never get back. Like the angel
Himself that got his wings ripped
From his spine. You would of never
Call that rape.
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semjase · 4 years
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You are not thrown
into the fire, cause
indeed you are the fire.
Semjase 16: 07 pm
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env0writes · 3 years
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Day 23: Magnetic
Jan(us Est)uary
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