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Literature Text
the ceiling
seems much brighter at night
as I lay staring
until my eyes close, giving in
to the pain.
tonight
is a night for staring at the ceiling,
for mulling things over
and walking hand in hand
with that person
I talk to only
in my head.
I push away that pain.
I am stronger
than this.
I pay my respect
to the millions of years
of evolution
that we seem to casually forget
from time to time.
the pain—not
in my eyes—
but beneath the blade,
lies the reason
I manage
a full night of thinking;
thinking of
you
and your formidable
words
as you speak of us
together.
I am a broken piece of china,
cutting into you
as your knife like words
do to me.
seems much brighter at night
as I lay staring
until my eyes close, giving in
to the pain.
tonight
is a night for staring at the ceiling,
for mulling things over
and walking hand in hand
with that person
I talk to only
in my head.
I push away that pain.
I am stronger
than this.
I pay my respect
to the millions of years
of evolution
that we seem to casually forget
from time to time.
the pain—not
in my eyes—
but beneath the blade,
lies the reason
I manage
a full night of thinking;
thinking of
you
and your formidable
words
as you speak of us
together.
I am a broken piece of china,
cutting into you
as your knife like words
do to me.
Literature
Hate.
I hate myself.
I mean someone has to.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is someone ugly.
No matter how hard I try,
And no matter what I say or do,
I mess everything up.
Nothing goes right,
Everything goes wrong.
I can't do anything right.
I want to please everyone,
If I can't be happy then
I should at least make others happy.
I mess everything up.
I can't make anyone happy.
I hate myself.
So do me a favor,
And hate me too.
Because if you hate me,
Then I don't have to hate myself.
Literature
Held
When you took me from my petal
and cupped my frailty
between your hands,
it was like my chrysalis was back
and I am changing again.
It was just as warm as I
paintbrushed your palms
with my monarch wings.
You opened up your smallest fingers,
and I saw five hundred facets
of your child's eye.
I saw every angle of your innocence,
I saw the sheen on your corneas
when you flitted those threadbare wings.
I saw the shoebox with corners
like a prism.
And your call was so loud
when you carried me home.
And I witnessed
your five hundred pins,
and five hundred books.
With five hundred fingers you
pinched me out,
and held me to brutal surgery.
I can
Literature
so they can
wrists
arms
legs
skin
[scars]
feeling of i don't
know what
to
do
so help them
the ones who are being
BROKEN
fucking smashed shattered open
know the truth know love
hurts but it should never
hurt
like this people hurt but they
should never (.) hurt
like
this
it's unbelievable
find the words to say
or don't
just sit there
nod and say yeah yeah i know
because you do know
how they feel
and you do know
it's awful
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Not my best, a bit boring. Sort of a stream of consciousness.
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I really like the phrases "the ceiling seems much brighter at night" and "I pay my respect
to the millions of years
of evolution
that we seem to casually forget
from time to time."
to the millions of years
of evolution
that we seem to casually forget
from time to time."