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You Are, I Am

open your doors
close all the windows
sleeping's such a bore
suffocate it with pillows

psh, i'm not hellbent
shut your mouth
it's called character development
WOOPS. broke routine again
and the poem's gone south.

made myself out to be the bad guy
so they wouldn't feel as sad when i die
so many
so many damn times you told me
all those uplifting words regarding my significance
did i ever stop to listen?
now look at all this tension

i am the patient
you're the asylum
this heart rate is hesitant
unless you revive them

i'm the addiction and
you are the needle 
i'm the mutilation 
you're the scars that will heal

i am the stash 
and you're the supplier
i am the match and
you are the fire

you are the truth
and i am the dare
you are the daydream
i'm the nightmare

i am the cigarette
you are the lighter
i am the pirouette
you're the choreographer 

we all are so sad
we've both lost our thrill
that's just too bad but
we both know the drill
 

made myself out to be the bad guy

so i wouldn't feel as sad when i die

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Nightmarriage

it's my best friends wedding day

there goes the bouquet

 

her attire is entirely striking

his cloth gets a scoff

 

"I do."

my hands consume

"I do."

rage is the room

 

"you may kiss the bride."

there goes my mind

where?

i can't say where 

but it hides

 

i... am...not... okay with... this...

 

i've splattered my dress

the colour has me obsessed

what a mess i digest

 

I tie the knot

around his neck

now, she's gotta love me best

 

the life is spewing out of him

he fares limb

his fingers will be torn apart from the Earth

that ring will not be his

 

my best friends wedding is today

i throw the bouquet

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Beautiful Minds

He visits altercations on a daily basis

Of a not so soon enough wedding day kiss

Damaged by headlights and the careless left lane

His beds' been ridden of the wrong Mary Jane

Even recalling the uselessness of the brakes

To their daughter, he's determined to disguise the pain

For every play-date, he changes his name

He collects his composition without a chance of rain

He prays to a God without nothing much to give

But the babies cries and his own bruised lips

To save another girl from being deprived to live

C'mon, man. You know you've got to do this.

Some nights, he can't take it

He's wrapped in two blankets

Beside both princesses, don't know what he's thinking

But he takes it in without a moment wasted

So glad you're making it

 

Without the mother

It's been something other

But he holds on this living Wonder

 

She's only seventeen

Without a single meaning 

Of this disproportionate life she's been meeting

The mirrors wake to a girl who won't stop bleeding

Can't see past the red from the girl she's been beating

She's aware she's developing

But can't take society

Can't own up to good grades

Can't find her sobriety 

The love of her life doesn't know who he's dating

Stuck in reverse, she still wants to change Me

Who could she be?

Who'd love her for the words she'd breathe?

She's made up of fairy tales and ancient poetry

The only things left she finds herself believing

in are empty outlets and a frustrated family.

 

Without a day to seethe

Without nights of deceit

She deserves more than this everyday disbelief

 

I can't help but say this

You are more than these places

You find yourself facing

You are more than your brain thinks

 

Quit wasting it too much imagination

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Goody-Goody

goody, goody
what's in the bag?
remains of your life i now have
goody goody
it was pointless
to offer your life to work and focus
goody goody
your skin will melt
the last number on the clock stops at twelve
 
my history was a part of me
they all seemed to under-think
my earliest abilities
of lethal thoughts and troubled schemes

Your breath is about to be revoked
now i've got us both alone...

the weight of the knife 
against your frail throat
fulfilling it's sweet tooth
perfusing your sad wails 
no one but us exists within these walls
gagging and struggling
i catch you for your last fall
my shirt isn't drenched enough
the blade isn't dull enough
out your wrists escapes all of the good stuff
desperation
mutilation
pools of crimson
who would have thought of this?
who would have gone through with it?

back on schedule
time for studies
too bad i was caught for being bloody
i wasn't in it for the money
i was thirsty for the running
of your delicious tears
your sobbing
i've succeeded 
the souls disembodied
you were right
i am heavy
but now from the burden of your body...
 
goody goody
two shoes
belittle me and i will haunt you

goody goody 
two shoes
no more running for you

i am sorry, i am sorry
i am sorry, i am sorry
i am sorry, i am sorry
i'm so sorry...


Scare Me Good contest
September 28, 2016

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Mere-Or

It’s another school day and it’s another panic attack 
I see my old best friends nails digging in her boyfriend’s back
Recalling bathroom braids and kitchen raids
Experimental aide, sharing shitty grades
Now she’s trying hard to look great
Even though I’d love her all the same
Without that stupid fake shit on her face
her childhood lips are caught in a mid-ice cream sundae
My body sits across and there goes a decade

My will decays
The more I think

It’s another Saturday and more heavy make out sessions
I hold a plastic knife to my throat
And play pretend just to get a reaction
You wrapped my arm
You said my name
More false alarms
Then walked away
And that pissed me off 
There’s no one else to blame

I will decay
The more i’m awake

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Unbearable Beauty In the Colour Red

red is such an interesting colour
war is such an intricate gore
but it's SO SIMPLE
YES
I'VE FOUND MY WAY OUT 
BLEND THE SINS
AND CREATE A WHIRLWIND
OF DEPRESSION AND LOSS AND DARK THOUGHTS
AND MANY SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS MADE UP IN YOUR HEADLESS
CHOKING AND PILLS AND GUILT AND UGLINESS
LAMENT AND WEEPING AND AND AND SADNESS
SADNESS
SADNESS
Sadness
yes
draw some more art on your paper veins, dear
you beautiful PSYCHO YOU
YES YES
ONLY EXCELLING IN ONE COLOUR
maybe someone might see 
and gift you the help you need
but i don't believe white walls
will stop you from seeing blood
flesh is such SUCH an EROTIC word
how the final syllable quiets it's victim
light the torture
and that's all the light you've got left
to write in


you put the art in artery
painting from your colours is so soothing
it’s like making a wish in the fountain of youth
it’s never fun to wipe away the evidence
but most of it squirts onto the canvas
oh, yes.
what a perfect mess i’ve made of you.


Red on white is a sad colour and he's gone
his body floods onto the Earth.

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Caroline

i don't want this life anymore

should i have to want it?

everything i do 

everything i say

will die alongside me

i could slit my wrists

jump off a cliff

or die in the most gruesome way 

but it won't matter 

in a state of decay

 

when my flesh melts

no more cards

will be dealt

except some bones

that will recall to whoever i'm found by

what i felt

 

i'm a dreamer

make-believer

miscommunicator

 

why'd you have to leave me, caroline?

what did it prove?

who do i have to kill

to keep you?

locked in my bedroom

together, we'll be entombed

together, we'll be consumed

and together, wear costumes

dressed as corpses 

early doom

 

why do you scream?

when i am who bleeds?

rejoice, my love,

i love it when you sing

but stop playing with my heartstrings

 

today
i own the stage

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Good God, Me

*internal thinking* "Well, this is new. Maybe I should try this out…
I'm sure you can do it! 
You're totally a great writer. 
But, why do you want to try something that frustrates you?
Let's try the word... My favourite, actually: Simplicity.

So, you want to know whY? 
I want to learn how to projecT 
My voice in such a way I 
Purposely inspire without being generiC 
Look, you’re struggling to even finish this form I
I can do it, I swear! ... I look to see he’s right to telL 
Could you stop looking at me like that!? just please don't give uP 
I M so lost 
Today, I… don’t know 
You know what I’ve realized about myself? I Suck at writing! 


I’ve never done this before! My shell is shellshocked!
I’m just too cold to hatch, huh? Yes! I'm an idiot for trying! 


I couldn't do iT
Didn’t I think to remind myself I'm just sO
Incapable … just… I can’t make anything seem like I
Own any kind of talent… Self-loathe has a gun to my heaD 
Try again, one side of my shoulder says… wait... Keep looking… wait.. I


I did it… 
Said the idiot. 
Forget incapability. 


(Author's notes: I know this isn't following the rules, but no other entry will be like mine. How much you want to bet? I'd rather break the rules than break my words to fit another's satisfaction.)

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Breathe

this vehemence is intruding 
these eyes that are always brooding 
far off, i recall the alluring landscape 
the beauty that confines you keeps me awake 


for the new fervor, i'll not revel 
but I'm to the point i wouldn't care if you're devil 
Second guess my predilection 
How did I get your infection? 
in you, i find perfect perfection 
Don’t think i can hide my erection 


Could this be just a phase? 
Like my mother use to say? 
Hands lightly scratching the paper 
All the while, i'm stumbling through drunk lips and slurs 
god, am i that sure? 
From the way you have your pencil, 
do you think you'd ever grasp my hand that close? 

Is this coerced? 
Some sort of Curse? 
No time to rehearse 
from seriously getting hurt 
What’s it’s worth? 
What’s the worse? 
This is the worst, but it might have it’s worth 


Too much ecstasy 
You’ve made chaos out of me 
My bones and flesh 
Equally decay 
Help me, breathe 
I’m choking on your debris.

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The Snape of the Neck

the snake sheds his skin
looks to me and says
"oh, god, i'm snaked."

and there he goes
he went from slither
to wither
he was just too insecure
to be a part of nature

oh, well