i want to throw up my scatterbrain. stain my thumb, budding fruition i am the first born child of a mild mess and a heated tragedy i am the pressured revelation of a situation built on burning chests rest your head on my shoulder until your weight feels like a boulder and i can't breathe in this house anymore without disappointing my mother and my spine is creaking crickets through its cracks white noise wacks my cranium i want to get drunk and kill myself suicide homicide parasites witness the sites of my function destruction this broken recording sadness whoring roaring desperate pleas sent to destination expectation sometimes when i

heavy metal broke my heart by crystallized-skies, literature

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heavy metal broke my heart

It’s 12:06 a.m. and I feel like shit, my body is aching && I can’t seem to sh-sha-shake off these images of you because that’s just what happens when I’m around you. you've got punk rock running through my veins and 3OH!3 is playing on the radio, it’s got me feeling like its 2008 again except we’re sitting here on your bedroom floor playing HALO and we’re stealing g l a n c e s in the dark but I can’t tell if you're just enjoying beating my ass or if the thought of us being /more than friends/ is on your mind too. no. no. no i’m just getting ahea

Spartan by mattbearcat, literature

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Spartan

Shattered hearts for the war front With blows that are never truly un-done But wouldn’t it be fun Existing as a dog of war again Running with the pack down a path so new Yet reminiscent of days when we weren’t so sharp Days when pain actually meant something Before we broke and made so many jagged edges We were always weapons, the smaller bits just broke away So who am i to say, I’m alive With so many time when i should have died Yet i’m not done here yet I’m marked with works of the heart Every scratch and scar a memory And this battle field’s so unknown Trenches run for miles as i can’t get out Wit

Cinnabon by mattbearcat, literature

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Cinnabon

I've missed you so much in these days as we run through my dreams all night just like the good old days before everything when i could still call you mine and find you were always at my side holding on just enough i couldn't slip away i wish you could be here today wrapped in my arms like so long ago when the world wasn't so dark and i could still hold your heart with your kiss at my finger tips promising a time i'd never miss you were the first person i missed falling out of the bliss we made in that hurricane knowing our flame wouldn't be blown out with wind or waves and you know i'd fight for you until the end of every day taking the p

There is no excuse. by MyPoeticReality, literature

Airplane-like Eyes by guycopath99, literature

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Airplane-like Eyes

i. Love has always been a messy affair To simply believe it is there; in the air Is to acknowledge that we are fragile But that will make everything seem worthwhile. ii. We talked about religion in a casual manner Might have talked about it over dinner I still ponder on the existence of heaven and hell But those are God’s secrets; they are not for sale They are meant to be shared, to the ones who care Enough to believe we can live under one roof But what if everything will go poof? iii. It was (bitter)sweet-talking almost always Too bad, each one of us has to go away To see the world (and find a new girl) To meet new people and collec

Knee Deep by guycopath99, literature

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Knee Deep

Her hair is supposedly straight But that was two years ago When I couldn't look her in the eye I was the reason she almost cried I'm so sorry for being too slow It was only when I began to lose weight I realised I shouldn't have turned her down She is beautiful even when she frowns With her pink cam in hand; she wanted a picture Of both of us but I told her I have ugly features When I know she wouldn't mind Because perfection is what she finds In me. Infatuation soon evolved into lust I believe we gained that from trust Not the type to shy away from the taboo topic: sex She always knows what to expect Boys requests kisses from her Wishing th

Here's to those who are hurting by Milk-and-Pie, literature

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Here's to those who are hurting

You're not poison ivy and you're not crushed mimosa, you're not a history of screwed ups and let downs, you're not choked hazard with nothing else to give. You're not his or hers or theirs to be tugged and pulled around by their selfish and egocentric whims and your future is certainly not on their leash. You don't combust into flames and extinguish into ashes on the click of their fingers, so breathe and relax. You don't owe anyone anything and you certainly are not their definition of damaged cassette tapes. Tell anyone who had e

Apologies for the Cardiac Arrest by SophisticatedCleffa, literature

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Apologies for the Cardiac Arrest

You count the pounds while I count the number of beats my heart misses a day. 17 yesterday, 11 the day before; Diet as hard and as fast as you want when I'm tachycardic, till they read what's tattoed across my leg, a secret I'd never tell ('Stop saving my life') I hate swans, and rhubarb, and Barbecue sauce, and I hate your best friend, and I hate that I hate her, I do; I'm sorry that you attract both halves of the magnet's edge, that I'll go through a heart attack overflowing with regret, I'm really fucking sorry and I'll try to put it aside for you. 26 today and I haven't a clue why I'm not dead yet; I can't keep it up, you know. Not my

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