I actually thought you cared.
ParachutesI’d like to think you’re here
lying next to me
instead of buried
while we listen
to the angels-
in my mind you’re
in the sky,
dropping like a stone
in the river-
truth is, I thought
it'd hurt more.
but falling isn't
until you have to get up
and walk away.
guess we're both staying here
for a while-
don't want my bones to hurt
as much as my heart.
NightmaresI know you, I walked with you
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
synecdochemy mother's gotten fat off of my promises,
empty calories that just go straight to her
i made a meal out of truth once, set it down
for both of us to eat. she cleaned
her plate, asked for dessert-
threw it up later that night, said she forgot
how thin these walls are,
took the liberty of damning me to hell before
slamming the door.
god says to stop feeding her bullshit
from a silver spoon, tells me
you're so full of shit, your eyes are brown
every time i try to explain.
he tells me to leave so i go home
and pick my prayers from the pile under
get some elmer's clue and hope to hell
one night standInspiration kicked me out
of bed, threw my
said, I'll call you-
and moved on
to the next.
Our Forgotten LanguageMy love for you is cursive,
a dying art that will ultimately
No more swirls will be etched
upon this heart--
no more ink will stain
Soon it will be indecipherable
to all of those who try
to read it.
The letters will no longer
connect to one another;
instead, they'll fill
with spaces and blanks spots.
In the end, the only ones
who will be able to translate
the lost language of our love
are you and I.
And even then, we might forget
what each character
once so proudly stood for.
she told me i was her cliche.today i found inspiration huddled
under the dining room table,
arms wrapped around her legs
and shredded post-it notes
like an ocean surrounding
i never thought it possible
to see her look
i asked her why the hell
she decided to come back
after all this time.
she shrugged and gestured
to the scraps of paper
littering the ground-
i wrote your name two thousand times
to get you out of my head.
i burned every picture and tore
i'm not the one
After - AfterWhat happens after Happily Ever After?
After the credits roll off the screen
After the last page is turned
After they whisper I love you?
What happens when the “happily” is taken out of Ever After?
When only two words remain
-the two words that scare most people to death-
When the applause dies off
When there’s nothing left to cheer for?
What happen when the “ever” is taken out of After?
When there’s nothing left to ask
And no one left to answer?
sanctimoniousgod's been on his deathbed for about
half a year now. he has me as his care-
taker because i'm the only one that was
stupid enough to stick
our days are full of sponge baths and
tube feeding; him bemoaning about his
fallen pride and me washing the left-
over dignity from his leather
on the days he curses me to hell and back,
i rip the tube from his stomach, wait
until his heartbeat starts tripping over
itself, and then shove it back
he always says today's gonna be the day-
but every morning his goddamn lungs
are still breathing, his brain's still
firing, his mouth still opens to spit
it's sunday, his chosen day of rest,
and he's cursing me again, splitting
hairs about how the bathwater's not
warm enough, the sheets are irritating his
i yank the tube out, listen to his heart
stumble over untied shoelaces.
the expression on his face tells me he
wants to die, wants to be rid of the world,
wants the peace he thinks he
i smirk, whisper tha
pedantiche compliments god too much when he traces
my hips, tells me i taste like guilt and
cinnamon and says
i keep pushing you away but you keep
i don't show him the indentations his fingers
leave in my bones, don't tell him how
evolution keeps calling to remind me of my
expiration date that's fast
just lay where i am and ignore
his praises of god,
wait til evolution saunters by
to take me off this goddamn
shelf where she'll replace me
with something better-
he's walking the lines of my body like a tightrope
and i hope to god he falls.
I am the moon walker,
the black coffee athlete
in the star-dotted evening gown.
I am young, but I feel old,
like an antique with
Sleep lives in my shadow,
a morphine caregiver
with gentle hands,
but I dare not fall into his arms.
There is a sad knowledge
in his eyes
that I do not trust.
You left me behind,
but my pillow still
smells like you,
and now my bed feels
like a fucking coffin
without you in it.
Nights like this
make me wonder
what it feels like to die.
It bothers me that
only the dead know,
and they refuse to share their secret.
One day I will find out
the truth for myself,
and that scares me.
Three a.m. teaches you
how to suffer quietly.
Sleep pulls on my sleeve
like a black-cloaked child.
He tells me everything will be alright
(but by morning, I know
he will be gone, and
I will be alone again).
ephemeral ( again )and i woke up in a
without knowing where i stood, snow
falling like dead raindrops
from a sky filled with
fall along my axis
and forget which way goes
the way our mind makes concentration
a little more
(to the left)
and there's a piece of you
you couldn't find;
don't forget that
there's monsters beneath the
sheets - ghosts without
(oh, how the sky is caving
in - )
run faster or
you'll just wake up to try
headsmeni am a satyr:
i am drowning in Styx &
melting my mind into divinity.
I Used to BelieveI used to believe in God
Until hope abandoned me.
I used to believe that someone
Would see the world as I do.
A dark place,
Corrupt with poisonous lust,
loose changetoday i see Fear sitting on the ground,
holding his palms out to grasp at the
fragmented nightmares dangling from
his back is a capital U from holding
Atlas's terrors on his shoulders;
his yellow teeth jagged and bared-
ready to floss his rotten gums
with the threads of our subconscious.
it's a tricky business, he told me once;
that day he'd grabbed my untied shoelaces
and dragged me down beside him.
you all think you can face me-
but after you do, rarely do any of you
have the balls to try it
they say if you don't let it out,
you're gonna let him eat you away.
today i see Fear sitting on the ground,
picking someone's cartilage out of
he says we're the reason why he's
resorted to begging, says it's
our fault he's a vulture feasting
you all like to go and kill yourselves
before i get the chance. by the time
i come around, there's almost nothing
ii.You stitch seams. You know how to stitch your skin together after your dad hits you. Your mother taught you what thread is best for fixing yourself. She taught you in the way of you had to learn yourself because she never did it for you. She is your homeostasis. Your father keeps your blood running. Your father buys you makeup because you have to cover the bruises.
You love your parents.
You seal every cut that you make with clear nail polish because it's cheap and it stings and it's toxic and maybe you'll die faster. Your mother taught you how to paint your nails before she taught you how to keep yourself from landing on the floor after every hit. The more you cut the less you bleed. The hair doesn't even grow back anymore. The cells have begun to protest the abuse like the way you do not. You love your parents. They provide you with everything you could ever want. There are three basic human needs, your AP
i see you're doing well.
i can fix that.
my nails are panic-
and your skin is soft,
sweetheart, you'll bleed.
let me embroider
your arms with mottled
like those old drapes
you try to keep clean
just like your record.
dollface, here we go again.
my favorite part of your freak show
is watching you play "normal".
twist your scarred,
because you're okay
that's such a lie.
Why Aren't There More Girls in Video Games?Please keep in mind that this is mostly coming from my perspective as a gamer, but I will not deny also comes from my perspective as a female. I am fully aware that men are overly sexualized and stereotyped in the media as well. I am also aware that gaming is a heavily male dominant form of entertainment so I can understand why some things are the way there are. However, due to the dramatic increase of female players and females joining the industry, I felt that this is a relevant topic to discuss. I ask that you read this with an open mind and try to understand my frustration with this.
Hey, guys! So I just wanna talk about something that's been on my mind lately.
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victorious viceshe called herself "Victorious", and
that's all she's ever been.
i call her "Vice";
she grips my throat scarlet
in the night,
my own personal hang-master.
Vice is the poster child,
"looks can be deceiving"
no one ever sees her.
they see me instead.