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CoffeeI want to go out
And drink coffee.
Talk about life
And kiss you.
But that is silly isn't it?
I don't like coffee much.
I'll just buy some for you
So I can watch you smile.
Then lets dance and laugh because
It's an amazing feeling to be loved.
You beckon to me
Stop calling my name
I'm done with you.
Why did I try you?
I was in pain before
But this is worse.
What have you done to my mind?
You are my weakness
Always there for me when I'm vulnerable.
Why is it so easy to fall for you?
"I will only do it once more"
I lied to myself
The world is too much
Let me slip away
Pills, Knifes, Drinks and more
All work together
To form the perfect self-destruction
Day One. To you.i. I miss you
I know I say it a lot
But honestly I love you
And now you're going out
Experiencing life without me
I hope you do well
You deserve to be happy.
ii. You're so sweet to me,
Not once have you turned me away.
I look up to you and respect you.
Thank you for letting me ask you anything,
And trying to find a way to answer it for me.
I will always be your Kiada.
iii. When I first met you
I thought you hated me
But now I think of you
As a close friend
You go through so much
And try to keep smiling.
You put your loved ones first
You're such a beautiful girl.
I love singing with you,
because of how much passion you have.
And I'm so thankful
To have you.
iv. You scare me.
I only see you in small portions.
I love you.
I feel we are strangers,
That share a home.
You are my blood.
Please put down the drink
And notice how much we need you.
v. I watch you now
As you are sleeping
Your head resting next to mine.
You're so sweet and kind.
I love you as well.
Thank you for cuddling with
Day Two. Fear Of Myself.i. The amount of things
That I fear
Is so high
That it scares me.
ii. I go through phases of
One second I'm in tears
Hiding from the world
Thinking no one loves me.
The next I'm dancing around
Home alone singing to no one
Happy as can be.
iii. I am straight
I think. No..
I must be.
Of course I'm straight. But..
How about I'm me.
And I'm happy
Because it's the label itself
That I hate.
What if I don't always
fit into that box?
My sexuality is for me to choose
Not for you to demand.
iv. I have dreams
That I forget
That I'm asleep
And when I wake up
I will cry
Because I had just
Made a terrible
v. I have a terrible mind
If said out loud,
Would make me blush.
I love it
I hate it
I'm a hormone driven
What more do you expect?
vi. I need to be near people.
I love to go off on my own for awhile.
Because it feels amazing to be alone.
But after so long. I sta
1. Violinist With steady hands I raise the the bow, lightly resting my chin on the base. I take a breath and close my eyes. The room is tense, not a single person dares to breath. I tighten my hand on the neck, and with a flourish of my wrist a note rings out, before I know it my arm is swaying rapidly, my fingers dancing trying to keep up with the music. My head sways, my body shivers, my feet move without me knowing. I’m dancing to the beat of the magic that is the music I am creating. As the speed increases, so does the intensity. I’m sweating as I get swept away in song. With a final drag across the string I sigh, my chest collapsing. Bowing my head I breath, just now realizing that I had stopped breathing. The crowd erupts into applause, startling me slightly bringing me back to reality. I remove my instrument from my chin and curtsy to the crowd, smiling and waving to them. With a final wave the curtains close and I exit the stage, the stage manager takes t
Day six. Lovely people. i. I love you
Even if I don't always say it
Or show it.
I wouldn't be here without you.
I know I was a mistake.
But I'm happy you kept me anyways.
Thank you mommy
And supporting me.
You help me out a lot
And you're open about your past
I know you're moody
But I am too.
So it works.
ii. I've already talk about you.
But I love you so much.
I feel like I can talk about anything
And you will understand
Or at least try to.
Thank you for being there for me
And for being my best friend.
Thanks for not freaking out
When I said I dreamed of kissing you
Because I was worried
You would think I'm insane.
So thank you for being you
And accepting all of my oddness.
iii. You're many things to me.
You're Bird, Zap, ****, and my pimp
But most of all you're my friend.
You have listened to me bitch
About the weirdest things.
We have talk about some things
That I look back on and ask myself
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
And I love it.
Thank you for being calm enough to center me
PleaseI'm so tired
Of pretending this is normal.
I can't do it anymore.
I need to get away.
I feel like I'm dying inside.
Trying to downplay your problems.
I just want to love you
But you make it so hard.
Can't you see my face?
You're looking right at me.
You can't honestly tell me
That you don't see my tears.
Damn it why can't you be normal?
I'm bound to be just like you.
And to be honest.
If I get to be anything
Like you are now.
I'll end it.
Because I couldn't live with myself
If I treat other the way you do.
Please I'm begging you.
I know you're sick.
You can get help.
Don't you love me enough
To want to be okay?
Do it for me.
I miss you.
Day Three. The Key To My Heart.i. Find little things,
Ever so little things.
That are romantic
And do it.
For me just because
You felt like
Seeing me smile.
Because I'm a romantic
And love being reminded
That you care.
ii. Hold me in your arms.
It will make me feel safe
And I will feel loved.
Just hold me so close
That I feel like we are
So I don't forget
That I'm not alone.
iii. If you need your space
Let me know that
Don't just cut me off
Don't tell me a lie
Just say that you're overwhelmed
And that you need some time
To deal with everything.
But don't go for too long,
Keep in touch
Even if it's just a little bit.
iv. I talk a lot
It's a nervous tick
A habit that irritates me.
I don't know when to shut up.
So if I'm talking
A mile a minute
Kiss me and focus me.
Because kissing me
Will confuse me
But make me happy.
v. Trust me.
Get protective, but don't tell me
That I'm going behind your back.
I'm putting my trust in you
You should do the same for me.
I'm not a slut
Despite what ev
Day Seven. Turn Offs.i. Ignore me
And never explain why.
Just go missing for weeks.
And I will be
Not only upset
But hurt and
Don't make me
Feel like I was
Second to something.
Because no one like that feeling.
ii. Don't be too gentle
Sweet and loving is great
But I also like aggressive.
So sitting there
Letting me be in control
All the time
Will make me get a little bored
And feel like you don't care
Enough to try.
iii. If you make me feel
Like an idiot
I will get pissed.
Pointing out I'm wrong
Is one thing,
Making me feel bad for it
iv. I dare you
To lie to me.
A little white lie,
I won't care so much.
But lying about something bigger
Will make me lose trust in you.
And the loss of trust
Is easier than regaining it.
DisdainOn waters lying deaf in slumber’s old
Entrancing grasp, a drop now falls and dies;
Then, with a slow and painful scream of cries,
I try to cut the air around my eyes
And pray to break in tears if I still fall.
But still I stand in my illusion’s cage,
For blindness is my blessing as I walk,
And soundless whispers gently start to talk
Behind my breaking mind, while I still mock
My sympathy for those that do not see.
Still, that which stays with me in my despair,
The grey,decaying bleakness of lament,
Starts cutting all the ties that can’t be bent,
And shreds my blind to pieces as I’m sent
On stranger roads to walk forevermore…
some days i think id like to eat the universe.pass the stardust, darling.
there is never enough flavour for this greedy palate,
tongue sponging across the acrid surfaces-
not every world is as green as ours, of course.
somehow, everything you touch
ends up tasting
like dust & ashes.
(we've had them before, of course.
the skeletons of our demons were strangely...
you whispered late one night
that maybe i shouldn't be here.
maybe i shouldn't be.
even if i was,
i was probably born in the wrong skin,
now that i think about it,
it makes sense.
i always did want to taste the nebulae,
& drink the souls of the dead.
it would probably lower the number of ghosts hounding me
i used to love the stars, you know.
before you told me they were all dead.
i am a blasphemous creature.
i never fit in.
i probably never will.
but for now, that's alright.
pass the stardust, darling.
you know i need the energy to fly.
moving dayi am a girl who has been strapped
to her mother's feet like sandals since
age four, tumbling after her everywhere,
scared to go to sleep at night if
she wasn't home after ten, locking the
doors at nine when it got too dark
to leave my safety in the hands of a
screen and a window
today they handed me a photo id
and a place to live and she will not be there
to tell me that i can't close my door
because she doesn't trust that i'm
not doing homework, or that i'm sleeping
away the feelings i can't deal with
not coming downstairs for supper for
the tenth night in a row even after
she calls my name over and over again
giving up at six o'clock because it's too
late for her to try and rouse me
she keeps talking about what will happen
to my room and what she'll store in there
or if my sister will sleep there while the house
is renovated, that she's moving the sewing
machine downstairs to make room for bikes
and i just want to grip onto her shins
and make it all stay the same
make it so that ther
Lucifer's LegislationThe swell of the river continues to grow
The hawk in the sky flys high!
But meanwhile, our hopes and our hearts run low
And the children begin to die.
The breeze in the trees is gentle and calm,
The lamb in the field is carefree!
But somewhere a child that could fit in my palm
Will never be known to me.
All across this land of ours
The butchers are preparing their knives
And after they've killed and culled for hours
They go home to their children and wives.
Somewhere a woman is desperate and wild
And has no where else to turn
So she figures instead to murder her child
She has a lesson to learn.
All over this country, all over this world
They march in the halls and the streets!
Together they spill more blood, clotted and curled
Than all of man's armies and fleets.
Of He who Came to this WorldAdrift in the vengeance of her delirium,
I pierced the veil of eternity ....
And upon the breast of madness did I feast,
marooned in shadow’d-whispers
My soul bequeathed to this pellucid-abyss;
— a Halcyon clad in darkness dreaming
Lo, I saw hunters rise in the ether —
ghosts in the seraphic-blackness peering
Of beauteous melancholy, I lay quest
Wherefore, the blood of stars I reap & sow
How the breath of her lust befalls; —
a kiss of diamonds cast deep in the snow
Now bereft a foe beneath my skin,
where impassion'd plee she dare bespeak!
I grasp the silk of a fable spent
Yet thy visage lingers thru season’s fame,
haunting my soul like a Winter’s song
Til the age of silence, my lament doth rain,
unto solemn-brook, wherest thee prevail
And I bare the weight of a thousand skies,
To thy harbor, forever my spirit shall sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
What I am about to tell you is 100% true.What I am about to tell you is 100% true
The sky is green and the grass is blue
Water is solid and the ground is liquid.
You can grow clouds and pumpkins are in the sky.
And I never lie.
What I am about to tell you is 100% true.
I always ride on a purple unicorn too school.
My friend LOVES her Utauloid, and oh! Didn't you hear?
A celebrity relationship lasted for almost 7 years!
And I never lie.
What I am about to tell you is 100% true.
Slenderman ate my parents
And I'm secretly Harry Potter.
I have a vocaloid named straight after me.
And I LOVE being compared to Final Fantasy x and x-2!
And I never lie.
What I am about to tell you is 100% true.
Wars don't exist
And everybody is happy.
No one ever cries
And the sun will shine forever
And I never lie
What I am about to tell you is 100% true
Everyone lives forever
And the world will never end
We'll all just run around
Free and happy
With no bullies to push us around
No mean words that make us cry
And I never lie
What I am about to tell y
Infini-Fridge 9000Barry loved his Infinity Fridge. Or at least, until he got married, anyway.
At first, it was amazing. As a freshly-recruited maintenance engineer on the Luxury Star Cruiser The Astronut, Barry had found his new home and workplace full wonders. He walked through rooms so tall he couldn't see the sky; he swept up litter from artificial beaches which captured more beauty than the real thing; he watched the stars pass by like rain from the sweeping observation deck.
And, of course, he had his Infinity Fridge.
An Infini-Fridge 9000 was standard-issue hardware for a Luxury class cruiser, but Barry had never seen anything like it. In the slums of his native Bomalomalom, pretty much everything was finite (except perhaps for misery). Water was rationed. Food was served via nutritional pills only. Even electricity was limited to ten tera-watt-hours per day. That was barely enough to run a sens-o-vision sim and have enough left over to purify your evening drink.
So to step into a room with a frid
Day Ten. Confession. i. I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know where I'm going.
And no I'm not okay.
I'm dying and so are you.
I want to relapse
So I can feel again.
Because I feel numb,
Followed with violent outbursts.
I don't know what you expect from me
But please let me know
So I can stop disappointing you.
Because I'm so sick and tired of it all.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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