Almost 1 a.m.Things sound bet by Cannibaleats, literature
Literature
Almost 1 a.m.Things sound bet
Almost 1 a.m.
Things sound better when ive been deprived
Of sleep
And all things human
I’m satan
I’m sorry
That wasn’t very funny.
I’m broken,
Tasteless
Hateful.
Bleh.
Pain is stronger at 1 a.m.
I can feel it
Diving deep
Destroying everything in its path.
Pain pain
Go away
Come again…
When you’re ready to take me to sleep.
Eternally…
Almost 1 a.m.Things sound bet by Cannibaleats, literature
Literature
Almost 1 a.m.Things sound bet
Almost 1 a.m.
Things sound better when ive been deprived
Of sleep
And all things human
I’m satan
I’m sorry
That wasn’t very funny.
I’m broken,
Tasteless
Hateful.
Bleh.
Pain is stronger at 1 a.m.
I can feel it
Diving deep
Destroying everything in its path.
Pain pain
Go away
Come again…
When you’re ready to take me to sleep.
Eternally…
Sometimes I feel empty. Like there is a hole inside of me. An emptiness that seems to burn. I think. That if someone lifted my heart to their ear, they would probably hear the ocean. And did you notice? There`s a circle around the moon this evening -- A sign of trouble not far behind. But I dont care. I dream of being whole one day. Of not going to sleep each night wanting and wanting. But sometimes, when I hear those crickets sing outside of my window and I listen to the rain fall across the roof, I dream of a love that even time will lie down for. I just want to be loved by someone. I don`t know. Maybe I`ve already had my happiness. But ton
And this is where you're supposed to fit:
It's six thirty-eight in the morning and this is where we are supposed to wake up with you wrapped in my arms and the world wrapped in the pale blues of early morning light. Somewhere between the first flutter of my eyelids and the first flutter of our hearts I am supposed to be kiss-whispering "hellobeautiful"s and "riseandshine,starshine"s into the skin of your shoulder and the scent of your neck, and your spine is supposed to be against my chest and my hands are supposed to be on your hips and we are supposed to fit as perfectly as a pair of parentheses. It is six thirty-eight and as I am waking u
She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt.
Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I dont think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh.
I caught her countin
pretty boys break hearts. by Pretty-As-A-Picture, literature
Literature
pretty boys break hearts.
sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back wi
Dear inner consciousness,
I'm not sure this will work, but it's worth a try.
I know it's hard on you. Doing what's morally right, not doing what you want, whenever you want. I'd rather procrastinate and laze my life away instead of trying these horrifically productive activities that you force me into. I'd rather throw all my responsibilities into the trash, instead of being bound by endless promises.
Then I know that you get tired sometimes, restraining my wild emotions and my tendency to run into walls. (Which I'm told comes to everyone at some point in their lives) We've all heard the c
The End of the World by RainbowDistortion, literature
Literature
The End of the World
One day I walked to the end of the world
There was nothing there but silence
The sweetest noise to ever touch my ears
One day I walked to the end of the world
When my heart was filled with complications
Of love, hate, sadness, anger, and despair
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where no one was there but me
But I finally felt like I belonged
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where the sky cleared and opened up
Showing me a path to something new
One day I walked to the end of the world
And watched the sun bleed to death
As the world set into soft darkness
One day I walked to the end of the world
Where the ache in
the spiders are the only ones who listen to me
anymore. they make beautiful patterns across the nape
of my neck and down the curve of my back, their
delicate legs making my skin shiver. they weave words
over my teeth and down into the opening of my
esophagus, and i have to learn how to breathe
without destroying them.
they want to protect me, they say.
but it feels like there's an eyelash in my eye and
they're intent on ignoring my pleas to go, go get it out
as they continue their aerobics up and down my
sloping vertebrae. and there's a splinter under my nail,
digging deeper and deeper under my flesh and
i can't move to
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