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i dont know by ~mcpeanut
in dead silence in the dead silencein dead silence by ~mcpeanut
shrouded forms appear
at the center of my room
once the lights are out.
i can see the shadows
dancing on the walls
as they haunt me.
i pull the covers
over my head as
i close my eyes
in hope
(though i'm losing
hope as
my sanity begins
to dance away with them)
of them disappearing
to leave me in peace.
but their dance is
just a taunt
to bring out the demon
that will destroy me.
the chilled fear
of it appearing next to my bed
shakes me out of my bones,
chattering teeth as i
hear the chortles.
but then they slowly
fade into a single low chuckle.
as i peek from the covers
another small cackle escap
failed resurrection I pulled up to your house but I still had half a cigarette left in my hand so I hurried up and tried to finish it before I finally got out of the car. You came out of your house as I closed my car door and you asked me “when did you start smoking?” I told you “back in February.” and you said that February is a bad month not realizing that its my birth month. (But of course how would you know when you didn’t even remember to begin with. I remember your birth month though and I remember a lot more than that, probably more than you could ever remember.) I told you that I was going to be back someday. You asked me “wfailed resurrection by ~mcpeanut
exposure as i try toexposure by ~mcpeanut
face the one that
lies deep inside
i'm afraid of
being exposed
for what i really am.
awkward in every way
it makes people
shift with
discomfort.
it makes me squirm
with fear.
afraid of being.
feeling disgust
of what has
been produced.
so i hide myself
under layers of
skin and inside
enclosed cemented walls.
i may look mean
and like i don't care
when in fact
i'm afraid of the people
around me.
and even more afraid
to show my
vulnerability.
broken hearts don't beat sometimes, it's morning. and i've forgotten to brush my hair again. or how to tie my shoes or what my name sounds like. and that i don't believe in anything anymore. and that's when i realize that i'm losing little pieces of myself to you.broken hearts don't beat by ~paperheartsyndrome
and the tip of my tongue is stained with the taste of stale paint from the renovating you've done with my mind. and for the next four hundred and seventy three and a half hours i'll be staring at the ceiling. since i'm waiting for your flavor to fade. or maybe i'm just waiting for you to come back to me. since my fingertips are losing their feeling. and the strands of my hairs are splitting. i'm aging in r
theme thirty.one - flower i.theme thirty.one - flower by ~SocraticSynapses
your roots took hold in everything
that was poisonous to society; i told
myself it didn’t matter because the best
way to learn was from past mistakes
ii.
it wasn’t long until the cell wall stems that
kept you up began to bring us down; i could
taste the chlorophyll on your shaky breath
when you asked me if you were stable yet
iii.
but your pollen permeated through my
nostrils and our orchestrated sex; i tried my
best to be your prince charming but you only
made love to the hordes of busy worker bees
iv.
and i always imagined your petals stretching
to the sky and the stars and everything beyond;
now they
quintessential Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess…quintessential by ~SocraticSynapses
She had skin woven from the fibers of shooting stars and lips that tasted like iambic pentameter sonnets in the summer. She shone and sparkled in a way so dazzling that sometimes his fingertips went numb if they dragged along her flawless arms for only a moment; when he crept close to embrace her the scent of the bit of skin behind her ear filled his head so perfectly that he thought he was falling through space The best part by far was when their eyes met, and his heart thundered and lightninged and he thought he could die happy at that moment.
…who was loved by a prince…
An
breathing. tonight you are alone, silence keeping your heart company. you try to breathe but there's no air, there's no air, there's nobreathing. by ~Amertie
one to love you.
you close your eyes and pretend life is a fairytale and the prince just saved the princess and the dragon's been slayed and everything's okay now, everything's okay. and everyone is smiling and happy music is playing in the background and there's only going to be sunny days. everyone is saying, here's your happy ever after, it's all yours now. everyone is happy -
well, except for you, because right now you're pretending you don't exist.
.
you compare hearts to fingerprints; no two are alike.
excep
| ~ed13 |
Jessa Rose 
Sta.sh
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