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[boredomkills]

I want you to post anything that you want. Anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.

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sorry so long... but i had too...

[anonymous]

angry smiles and
happy contradictions
cover my walls.

posters of blank pictures
and
smooth-faced dolls
watch my every move,
like a needle does the
groove
of a record
going round
and round

and round the sun
and over hills
as if the cold side
of the moon
hides better it’s ills

like the sweet side of this
room
is a coverd layer
of glass
and it crushes me slowly
down

i lay on this floor,
as i melt into the ground
and i scream out my name
as i wear out my crow

that weighs on my head like
a heartbeat
and silences
my whipering walls.
it comes up on my body
like a sharp pain
and it always comes when it’s called

by it’s invisble master
as if this chair can speak
and as if my stares
can burn a hole into
this peeling plaster.

this room is crumbling down,
or maybe it’s me
who crumbles around
this room.

as if i sense an omnipresent doom
that always seems
around the bend
of the mountain, and
over the rainbow
painted within
these four walls.

and that one door that leads
away
with it's talking doorknob
will close forever

and so i must close over it,
like the sun does to the moon
it heals it's open wound,
and if not,
it peels
its skin back to reveal

the skeleton
the film and reels,
that projects, my nightly daydreams
on the bed,

which sits in
the room
with
butterfly's on the ceiling
and dancers on the roof

diamonds shine the floorboards
and lies clean up the truth