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upholsteryI hate insomnia. And I hate anxiety. I hate how they act as if I can control this, that if I try hard enough, I can eradicate this hell in an instant like it's controlled by some tangible button. I hate how they don't understand. They punish me for things that are out of my reach. I want to sleep but my body won't let me: it racks me with yawns yet refuses to keep me calm enough to slip away. My brain, that twisted little organ, keeps manufacturing scenarios that keep me awake; it mixes your voice with my fear and the shrill static of radio signals, the chemical burns of poorly developed photographs, schlopsing along in disturbed psychadelia. And all the while my heart pounds at the slightest mention of you, pulsing adrenaline through tender veins like Nirvana journeying through earbud wires. I crave your attention, for a taste of your narcolepsy so I can finally sooth this unbearable itch which keeps me from overcoming your obstacle. Constantly I find myself tugging at the stitching t
EveryPull all the blades out
Remove all the world’s daggers
Let it all flow out of you
See all your ignorance
All your pain
See all the hate
All the cruelty
Let it all leave you
Let it all flow away
FearsI'm scared to find out one of my friends at school is fake
I'm afraid my efforts to do my best won't be enough
I'm afraid I'll dissappoint my friends and family if I don't do my best
I'm afraid my smart mouth is gonna upset someone I care about
I'm afraid I'll give up on love
The Child who CleanedHer father had fallen asleep in his bed.
His snores were much louder than those who are dead.
Her mother was in some love-forsaken place.
It had been long years since she had shown her face.
There was no one awake to punish or scold,
No angry arms to tighten, pull or grab hold.
So at a late time when she could not be seen
She did what she wanted, and that was...to clean.
She cleaned to get rid of the unpleasant mess.
She thought it would dispel her father’s distress.
She hoped it might give her some worth in his eyes.
She prayed he would give something other than lies.
She cleaned as though it would fix her broken heart,
As though it would give her poor life a new start.
If her sorrows were as easy to dismiss
As the piles of junk, her life could be bliss.
But the fragments of her life could not be glued.
The mistakes of others she could not undo,
So she was left to suffer from their misdeeds,
And choke to death like a flower among weeds.
Her tired hands dropped a glass onto the f
UntitledStaring into the darkness
Seeing no light
Losing my will
To continue this fight
Seeking to find
What can never be found
Only sadness and sorrow
Are ever around
Creeping into my soul
Stopping my heart
I want it to end
But don't know where to start
Reaching into the black
Never ending abyss
No one to see
Anything is amiss
A long slow breath
The silent scream
As if my life
Were just a dream
Sinking into the nothing
Fading from sight
Needing to reach
That eternal night
It's Too MuchI have too many sides.
Too many opinions.
Too many thoughts.
I feel everything at once.
And I don't know.
I don't know.
I cut and I don't know anymore.
I feel like I just keep falling further and further.
I don't know how to fucking do this.
I just can't cope.
I'm trapped here.
With no escape and.
I can't breathe.
About boast bustersSo why is this episode so bad? I don't see it, I mean without it we wouldn't have Trixie and magic duel would either be lost or it wouldn't make sense, the moral is ok to, if someone like a bully is boasting or showing off, standup to them and put them right, it's not a bad episode, in my opinion it's just the delivery that was bad what do you think
WonderlandThe sky, the beautiful sky,full of white puffy clouds that look like nice fluffy pillows,
The sky full of blue, the lovely blue that brings joy to all who look at it,
I want to be in a field of green pastures, with lovely yellow flowers,
An apple tree on the left and a beautiful mountain on the right,
Big enough to hide my field,
But small enough to let the sun shine its brightest,
Never will this field, this Wonderland be infested by sadness,
Joy, peace and harmony, that is all this beautiful Wonderland has to offer,
I want to find this Wonderland,
I believe it is only found in my Dreams, in my Heart,
This Wonderland my belong to me, but I want to share it with all who want peace, joy and harmony in their lives,
Come one, come all, to this Wonderland of green pastures,
Beautiful yellow flowers,
An apple tree,
A magnificent mountain,
Beautiful puffy clouds and a perfect blue sky,
I want you all to share this beautiful land with all who want peace, joy, and harmony,
I want all to be hap
Cycle of a Broken HeartDusk welcomes the burial of my perfectly good heart
Shattered without even the chance for love to start
For the one single soul it yearned for most
Didn't notice and claimed a new host
Midnight stars console my depress'ed soul
Keeled over, teary-eyed, in it's giant hole
Wishing that I was the one he chose
To have and to hold, his delicate rose
Morning sunrise welcomes a new beau
The cushion to fall back on which softens the blow
He is the refuge I take comfort in
Though not as passionate as that first sin
Afternoon cycles such indecision
Which do I stay with, who I love within?
The one who has already been stolen
Or the one who I have started to console in?
The dusk once again returns with it's sorrow
The sun asleep before the come of tomorrow
And so the cycle endlessly courses
Until I, too, am buried beneath with the corpses
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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