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Literature Text
My mind
just can't
seem to
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.
Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.
Stop.
Breathe.
Think.
Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
No.
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
—whisper—
just can't
seem to
s h u t u p.
Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.
Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.
Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.
So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.
Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.
I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.
Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.
This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.
"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"Stop.
Breathe.
Think.
"...it's not my fault."Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.
"H E L P M E"No.
It's time for me to
s h u t u p.
—whisper—
...I'm sorry.
Literature
I'm Fine
"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Literature
Missing Pieces.
I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
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As I read this I envisioned you standing in front of a mirror, writing these staccato lines as they came to you, raw and unrestrained. Every time you'd blink, you saw a Cyberman in the mirror, staring at you, telling you to conform. But your fighting it off as it struggles to consume you, your shadows and demons. Back and forth you fight them to a stalemate, but still they threaten to conquer you. To me, it seems like you know that this fight will not end, but you still fight on because you must, lest you have your humanity sucked dry.
I really liked this one, because I really felt what you were feeling as you wrote. Excellent job, as always!
I really liked this one, because I really felt what you were feeling as you wrote. Excellent job, as always!