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this is the way the world endsthere are fairy talesthis is the way the world ends2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
ending with
"happily ever after"
and tragedies, telling
sordid tales
of bad beginnings
and unhappy resolutions
and there is reality,
an inevitable pit of
circles:
twisting, contradicting,
enlightening then disheartening,
ultimately just
being. it simply
is. it is the
end, and that's all there
ever is on the last page
For ithaswhatitisnt you can share my name, I'll give it to youFor ithaswhatitisnt2 months ago in Scraps More Like This
you can share my words if you feel them too
if when I write you feel your words came out
it gives me something else to write about -
but if when I cry your face gets wet and grey
this stupid poem will make you smile? hooray.
Football Rhyme?!?!Football Rhyme?!?!Football Rhyme?!?!3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
Hut, hut, blue, 22, offset, HUUUTTT
The play starts and it’s up to me,
To make the right decision to win us this game, to be clutch
The ball is snapped and I make the grab,
5 step drop, I look at my number one receiver, my split end
He’s blanketed like white on rice, time for option two, the second plan
I take a look to my Z man, my flanker; and he’s covered, totally blanketed
Crap, time for option 3, plan C
My slot man is on the ground somehow and now it’s time to run for the win
From all sides, I see red and black bullets, time to get out of the pocket
I take a step towards my left and there’s another man, I make a quick spin
Now there’s open green in front of me,
I turn on the jets and begin running for the endzone, for victory
No one’s in my sight, till a speedster appears in the corner of my eye
He dives for my knees and I jump, hoping I hurdle his flying body
He grunts as he whiffs and misses, and I luckil
You Are Beautiful.Have you ever looked in a mirror,You Are Beautiful.2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and hated what you saw,
staring back at you.
That voice in your head,
he hates what he sees too,
and he won't let you forget it.
Now he's calling you,
any and every name,
they have ever called you.
You can't help but begin to think,
he's right,
that little voice in your head.
Now you don't even,
doubt it anymore,
he's right.
That reflection in the mirror,
she's crying now,
and she can't help it.
[He's right]
He's screaming,
cursing,
saying anything to make you believe in his lies.
To make you believe,
You're pathetic.
Worthless.
Ugly.
"Who would ever love you."
Now the words are
Singe my sinsmatches outlineSinge my sins2 months ago in Scraps More Like This
burned prayers;
(turned into the
only carbon words
I'll worship -
the smoke
claims my faith.
but god,
please don't let
the fire go out)
hoping to
mind the heat.
Shrinefound sleep past noon;Shrine3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
and dream of viole(n)t
hues that took over you.
one match box
(you loved the way it hurt)
to singe off your hair,
and keep your body parched,
this last time.
you wasted away that night,
as I watched in pleasure.
(you told me to get off
of you once
and I did)
my sight stripped you bare,
as I devote myself to you forever.
I hope you'd tire me,
(I should kick you for
feeding me into addiction)
but I'm never weary,
not this soon.
can't keep my eyes shut -
my mouth wakes me up,
"you're just drowsy
today - yesterday - tomorrow."
(I only think of you)
please don't let me see inside,
please don't let me see my
The Spectrum of Self-Doubt5 years ago in Scraps
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Erik's Billionth Quiz1) How Old Are You?Erik's Billionth Quiz5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I haven't the slightest idea. I never bothered to keep track. I imagine it's around forty-something. Yes, that is probably it...I certainly can't be too old...I am still quite spry, you see.
2) Height?
Well over six feet, that is for sure. Any attempt at being inconspicuous is futile.
3) You got any bad habits?
Oh, several. I am ripe with vices.
I tend to speak in third person when I am angry. Or when I have a particularly nasty case of indigestion.
Also, I have been told that I have an obsessive personality, although where Nadir gets that idea, I do not know...
4) You a virgin?
Here comes that indigestion...
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so this weekendso my friend, he tells me he doesn't drink. he tells me he has respect for himself and knows well enough that if he did, he would unravel like a spool of yarn and make decisions he'd regret because he wouldn't remember them in the first place.so this weekend2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
what i didn't tell you was that he's a little more than just my friend, what i didn't tell you was that he was drunker than a bum in the alley on friday night; what he didn't tell me was that he he found a new heart to call home, so i wrung my hands like a telephone until i resisted the urge to call home, too.
so my friend, you know, the one who's a little more than a friend, the one who uses my body
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I don't even know...Why don't you care?!?I don't even know...2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You pretend I'm not there.
I want to die; yes it's true!
Have you ever thought that maybe it's because of you?
You act like I'm so bad,
When you're the one always making me sad.
"Get, leave, just go away!"
Unfortunately, these things I could never say.
I need you in my life, this is true.
I just wish you needed me too….
SolsticeOnce upon a time, when you were still sunlighthouses and shimmering existence wherever you were needed most, you found him. He was November, shaky on his first last legs, and you saw through the mind-twistings he feigned to the mind-twistings that were really there, knotted up in his dreams.Solstice1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
You were still birdsong then, and thunderstorms, and your bodyheat melted the frost claws that held him tight. You held onto him as his November deepened. When he howled, you howled with him, and the wind played with your voices and pressed the softness of your lungs against your cageribs—and then against each other's.
November became solstice, and
To Suffer in Silence...To suffer in silenceTo Suffer in Silence...2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Is painful.
It's Excruciating.
You have to bite your tongue
Just to keep from breathing a sound.
The words will fade
But the scars will last,
And still you can say nothing against them.
Still you cannot defy them.
To suffer in silence
Is draining.
Your will is tested
As they see how far you can be pushed,
How far until you crack.
But you are a fortress;
You find your strength in silence.
You wrap it around you like a blanket,
For without it where would you be?
Alone.
Desperate.
Screaming out to with no one hear you.
To suffer in silence
Is all I've ever known to do
To keep myself from breaking.
no one's guts were really movingsplit your lip & spitno one's guts were really moving1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
blood onto the ice:
pretty brave for a kid your size
for all that sticky red
spread slick around the rink.
when they came to clean up
they scraped it away like
it never happened, but
at the scene after they'd left
we found the two little teeth,
lost against the sea of white ice.
(don't worry, kid,
you'll grow two more just like that
but you ought to keep those intact
& get used to it
these wordssticks and stones will always break my bonesthese words3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
but i will never, ever let your words reach me
and i’m too high up this mountain,
and i’m climbing above the trees
i’m just too high for your words to catch me
Innocent EyeWould youInnocent Eye4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Gouge out this
Kaleidoscope tinted
Innocent eye
With your
Glass flowers
Your
Hideous knives?
In this kingdom
Of the blind
One eye
Makes
A burning heretic
Smile as we despise
For the love of this
Antithesis.
Imagining SkyLet's stare at the ceilingImagining Sky3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
And pretend it's the sky,
Give shapes to the water stains
passing by.
I'll make the walls disappear in my mind
And we'll bathe in the light,
Forget that the walls still bind
And that it's midnight.
MONSTERI thought you loved me,MONSTER2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Guess you were just another one,
Thought there was still hope,
Thanks so much for proving me wrong,
I'm hearing you preaching,
Same old overplayed song,
Point out all my flaws,
But I don't see anything wrong,
You called me a monster,
You said I'm a monster,
You think I'm disgusting?
Look in the mirror,
All my life you thought you made me,
But behind my tears you couldn't change me,
No I won't ever let you break me,
I don't care if you think I need saving,
Because I'd rather be, I'd rather be a monster,
I'd rather be a monster than anything like you.
I thought you cared,
Would you look at that, I'm wr
poetry of a coffee drunk insomniac1poetry of a coffee drunk insomniac1 month ago in Scraps More Like This
dawn pale skin
speckled in
hushed love bites
imperfectly.
2
1 am:
my mind screams(!)coffee
(and all the extra cream)
while my veins bleed for sugar
in my dandelion tea(...)
3 am:
and still
begging for sheets
same
shit
always
waiting
for the sun to creep
maybe startle me
in dreams.
3
lonely cafes
brought me many more
sleepless nights
the exhaust of written
breaths between
the cigarette slips,
killing me ever so slow
4
maybe the moon
will kiss me
'night.
TouchTaste the rage from my fists.Touch3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
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