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My DemiseFall fell on my firefly flowers. . .My Demise2 months ago in Scraps More Like This
NostalgiaReturn to what you believed in .Nostalgia3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
PeachI'm five foot nine, she's five foot ten,Peach2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My eyes are brown, hers are golden,
My hair is dark but hers is pink,
So what am I supposed to think?
She is happy to see you all the time,
She even knows better than to rhyme,
She's practically perfect in every way,
So what do you expect me to say?
She's always half naked, always hot,
And I look at myself and know I'm not,
She never gets a headache or feels blue,
She'd do anything just to please you.
Those wide eyes and perfect curves,
The queen of all that she observes,
If you have the perfect woman there,
Then how am I supposed to compare?
Growing up.Derelict dreams etiolating beneath soulless objectives.Growing up.3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
you dont knowyou dont know this pain i feel is because of you you don't know im falling apart you dont know that you ignore me you dont know im suicidal you dont know im dying on the inside smiling on the out and you dont know im tired of living and suffering everyday.you dont know3 months ago in Scraps More Like This
The Dirty Bomb only RADIOACTIVE sILENCE lingers after DETONATION.The Dirty Bomb1 month ago in Scraps More Like This
ChokingLeave me aloneChoking2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You never talk to me
I trust you
(But I see you looking at her)
Your stifling me
Dont you want me?
I'm fine
(But I'm dying)
I want you
You drive me crazy
It's nothing
(Nothing to be ignored)
It doesn't matter
I tell you everything
Where were you?
(When I needed you?)
I love you
You know I hate you.
cats7 years ago in Scraps
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night fading to darklet's talk about stars and sex and love and sadness,night fading to dark2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
drugs and poetry and how they're the same,
bones and madness and mischief and grief,
and how we're all reduced to them someday,
and ways that i can make you stay.
(i whispered that i love you
more than earth to you
when i meant it but could not say it.
you were asleep.)
you did a good job loving me while it lasted.
you left me as sadness, filled with smoke and a burning desire
to light a mentholated cigarette and bathe in rosewater.
i look like i belong on the wall of bones without you.
i will be there one day, i know i will die,
i just look like i'm dead before i stop breat
i have the right not to give excuses or reasonsi am not going toi have the right not to give excuses or reasons1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
explain myself
away.
i am no ocean tide,
ebbing and flowing
over the sands of us,
and your approval-
your pleasure
of what i am
is not needed.
you do not
need to know
why i am hurt,
why we do not speak,
or why i still love you.
you do not
need to understand
(the way the moon
does its stars)
why i feel and ache
and show this on
my skin and bone.
the fear,
however,
of keeping you away,
of creating distance
more than the miles
between home
and georgia,
relinquishes
the power i hold
between my teeth
and i burrow
like scarab beetles in the sand
into why,
why,
why.
i cannot wait
to breathe
an
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
Sta.sh
