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i want to crawl in a hole and stay there
I want nothing more than for someone to see through me. rip out these glass eyes and stick your hands in my sockets, dig around and play with my veins. cut out my faulty optic nerves and put them in your pocket. a sorry excuse of an apology. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you the truth, the words leak from my lips to try and clean up the oil spillage ( Read more... ) -
idk man
thinking about the way that empty bottles feel in my hand, the way that the liquor sits hot on my tongue and burns my core. feels like I was made for this.grab me by the spine and just fucking look at me for once, take it in. the bad, the ugly, revolting thing I’ve become and tell me you love me. read between the lines and decipher the meaning, at ( Read more... ) -
meowww
i hate this there is nothing more that I despise than the lingering feeling of uncertainty. i don’t know who I am I feel like an outsider in my skin, i tell myself that it’s because my bones haven’t settled well enough in my flesh but something tells me that isn’t it. we’re mirrors you and I, split in image. broken from the same shard of glass. ( Read more... ) -
(I don’t like this one) WD-40
My rage has started to feel more like an old bottle, an oxygen tank. Untouched,filled to the brim with compact (repression/compression). No where to go. stuck, stagnant. i feel it breaking down my maggot ridden insides. Reenacting violent fantasy after fantasy until the fantasy finally lacks luster, showing itself as a malevolent reality taking ( Read more... ) -
3/15/23
the rattling of machines that sound too much like the the ground unearthing beneath your feet and the mockery of what you sick fucks call a “heartbeat” fill the room with another straight line, rounded edge, spike, flatline, spike. icy blues that scream “get me out of here” in overwhelming belligerence, balled up fists that bare no fruit, repulsed ( Read more... ) -
always a clown
this is the worst fucking thing I’ve ever written, i was just upset.
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entrapped within my mind lays a catalyst for all wickedness come to fruition. the rain serves as a monotonous cacophony of melancholy, i choke on the cerebrospinal fluid. I’m drowning in every part of myself that shouldn’t exist and you’re laughing. ha. hahaha. isnt it ( Read more... ) -
make something of yourself
Everyday the gift of sentience seems to take the shape/form of a curse. I’m more than this life and what it can/‘t give me and what I can/‘t give you/anyone/anything. Don’t you see? I have the same vacant gaze as everyone else here, eyes ridden with misery. the same glass eyes as everyone else who’s exoskeleton of grandiose ideologies has fled ( Read more... ) -
late night thoughts from the other day
The moon cried on my behalf tonight, new life bloomed from open flesh wounds. Maybe it’s the infection getting to my brain (my conscious has always been entirely parasitical) or maybe it’s the way faces that are filled with a far too familiar disdain flood the city and it’s makes me think that you and I should get out of this fucking town.
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relinquo
“You know that I can feel you, right?
Trying so desperately to find your way out of the fractures of your cranium,”
The insulation falls through the ceiling,
the walls are damp,
the paint is chipped,
The air is thick and hot.
I cannot breathe, I never knew how.
“Your attempt at escape is futile.”
Plagued by a glass delusion,
A paradigm of a paradox.
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homo poetry
bittersweet
Gazing through formaldehyde eyes
as conviction coated lips preach to the masses,
Is it blasphemous to use you as my muse?
Worship from head to hip bone
nothing below the waist.
You deserve the world,
yet I can only give you a small sovereign state.
I littered pieces of me between rosary beads
in hopes that you’d pick through my remains and ( Read more... )