True Fact #140I am really starting to hate the vibe that this website is giving off now. It feels like there is a lot of negativity here and it is making me uncomfortable. I don't like to come on to a website and feel like there is a bunch of tension. Who needs that shit?
..I feel so alone like no is ever there for me.No one has my back or looks out for me.Naturally this introvert has no one.Thus, her destiny is to only die alone.
True Fact #139Is it just me or are people getting more ruder by the minute? Wow...
StrongPeople who turn their backs on you and stop watching you are not friends.They probably were never a friend to begin with.Do not fret and do not feel upset.It goes to show what some peoples intentions really were.True colors come out about people.Some are there to build you up.Others want to see you fall.Some become jealous of your success.But we always end up being the very people they stab right in the back.I have experienced this countless times so I know.I have lost a lot of people who I thought were "friends".They never spoke a word to me but expected me to be there for them.That is not how it works.I will not allow myself to be used by anyone.I stand up for what is right.Even if I am the only one standing...I still stand my ground.I refuse to conform just to please others.That is not who I am.I refuse to give in to temptation.I am bold and I am strong.They will not defeat me in the end.
UntitledLife is hard.We are riding on the waves of survival.Hoping one day that serenity will bind our sorrow.Offering us the helping hands we need to live on.
Don't Be So Quick To JudgeSome people are so quick to judge others. They may get upset over little things like someone not wanting to watch them or for not liking a certain fandom. Instead of them being so quick to judge, it's probably best for them to look deep down inside and realize that they are no more perfect than the people they judge. Maybe then we will all get along when there isn't so much judgement of others happening.
InvisibleInvisible.So invisible.Like a ghost.Like a ghost.This girl has shut herself off.From the world.Peace she feels.No pain will strain.Clearly she thinks.For herself each passing day.She is not lonely.Just alone she is.The peace she feels...Fills the voids.Serenity is on her side.Tranquility her companion.Maybe now she will finally be happy again.She has gone incognito.Need she say more?This is by her own doing.No persuasion or pep talks.This is her choice.She chooses her own paths.No one controls her.This free-spirit is made to last.
True Fact #138The thought of being alone does make me feel sad. But when I am actually alone...I feel so much at peace. Free of drama. I can do anything.
True Fact #137I feel so small and invisible on this website. It saddens me and makes me cry.
there's something fatal about coughing up verse.i got written up for writing poetry on the desksat school.i don't think they liked the language i usedwhen i wrote how my heart was beatinglike headboards against the walls of people fuckingat 3 am to the sounds of joy divisionwhenever you read me paintings at dawn.they were going to send me to the counselor,but i said my therapist probably wouldn't like that,so they just let me go.but this saturday, when i'm cleaning lives off of every desk in school,i'll just be thinking how much i'd rather be sitting on your roofand laughing when we argue about rimbaudand sighing as we start to die.
renovationsmy mind looks at my bodyand says, "i don't like whatyou've done with the place."
ElenaElena followed me homefrom work one nightand stayed for tea and eggs,and all that minimum wageand wars between the sheetscould bring.She said she was a goddess,daughter of a carpenterwith her long red, red hairand eyes as warm as hazel nutson Christmas morning.Her hands spoke brailleacross my backand made the silenceof Sunday into a prophecy.She left one Octoberjust like she said she wouldwhen the fireflieshad turned their wings to ash.And I found revelationin red, red wineand cheap red, red fabricthat came off in my handslike summer.
The Owl's RiddleYou come and ask me,but you don't always understand my answers.You meet me in the night,but I'm not a bird of darkness.
Venom QuillVenom Quill 9/26/14I'll tattoo you with a poison quillall the venom I will spillSo all the misery you imbuedwill permanently stick to you.I cannot find any timewhen you did not feed me lines.So I will etch on you all thepain inside my skinuntil the message sinks right in.
WineHead on a patisserie tablewith a wine-scented napkinthat I scrawled your name all overin the hopes it might necromanceor just romance youto this place, at this time,so we could be together againand although the guitarist knowsthat I'm broken beyond blueI keep reaching for the bottlein the hopes it might recreateor just replicateyou.
to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,or to have myself cradledin the curve of a throat,but to be broken,to be diminishedby your lack of affection& over indulgence of sexualization.but i,uneducated in your intent,found myself left entirely whole& incapable of the furyi had sought to sow between theridges of my aching ribs.
short history of the universe(what it's like is anne sexton quoting van gogh about sometimes having a terrible need for religion)Genesis:A lake slams into a bus and a city is unborn.Enter an ocean of fog and then desert after desert stacked above the hills.Then you get drunk as fuck near the tumbling skyline,and this god damned room burns like prayer in your chest.Then many missing scientists reappear in your brittle beach,and your satellites in relapse all bending,and what it's like is some kind of disaster, honestly;the arms and the aerosol and the linen and the light.And the rumble forwarding the sovereign wreck sayingsurvive yourself like you've survived me;saying the game-changing theory was that everything is always moving,always,and same for the carousal shadow bleeding through the mountain in your dream,same for your silence and the sudden red rain of witnesses.And then what unconquerable continents,what strange forecast occupied via gate via wind and wave-multitudes of sick yellow branch
the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echoof a cloudburst,the earth curls invisible fingersabout my achilles' tendon& pulls;she cries that i am notintended for the clouds,that my mind must not wanderbetween their susurrous concavesso i,furious with her insistence,her petulance,untether myself from the soft,diaphonous comfort of the heavens& sink,down into the weight of gravity.listless green blades welcome my soles,stimulating a tickle,an itch,a sneeze; i never have done wellwith nature,but oh,she is calling for me,soft-tongued and crisp in herown shadow,& i am sorely temptedbut no,no--i am not for the soil.lungs listless,she becomes my inhale;lightheaded& translucent,my alveoli shudderbeneath her force--i am not for the air, either.mellow-skinned,i stand beneath her onslaughtuntil she tires,her molten heart beating beneath my toes;unable to woo me with her facets,she pirouettes,cloaking me in one last attempt,a final shadow.my pores bloom& i r
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.