my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
blame it blame it identify it
you're stuck in a rut ?
who's stuck in a rut ? really, why's stuck in a rut ?
does the truth shift the wheel ? does the truth lend your arms apathy ?
is the truth a name ? is the name an excuse ?
it's so simple, with a name, it's so simple,
the name forgets why it hurts
the name is a cover up when used incorrectly
the name minimalizes
hurting everywhere everyway by Phan5everx2, literature
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hurting everywhere everyway
when will i stop placing the blame where it never really fit
rocking, rocking, rocking
when will i stop calling it art
hurting, hurting, hurting
when will i stop needing a place to put all this
indescribable, indescribable, indescribable
when will i apply consistency to the right places
disgusting, disgusting, disgusting
seperate your existence, by Phan5everx2, literature
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seperate your existence,
remember when you felt this, and called it nothing?
when you shivered, when you silently fell away
never thinking about it, because the nature of it makes that difficult
and now,
there's a name for it
remember when you thought that would fix it?
it's hard to feel anything,
and by that mean, it's hard to feel everything
it's hard to be afraid,
its tiresome, and bothersome,
it's hard to be sad,
it's draining, and unending,
and it's hard to care,
you feel your heart will burst with the enormity of it
you feel your eyes will spill over with love, from the depth of it
it's hard to feel anything,
and by that I mean, it's hard to feel
it's hard to remember what anxiety feels like
it's pointless, it's meaningless
it's hard to remember what care feels like,
it's emptiness, it's numbness
it's hard to remember what you felt like,
what you felt, not too long ago
but maybe you don't want to
sometimes it burns hotter,
longer,
and nothing can put it out
it leaves more scars of a higher degree,
and sometimes,
you like it
and sometimes,
it's not even enough
saw it coming a mile away by Phan5everx2, literature
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saw it coming a mile away
doubled over in pain, you still can't stop,
you don't believe the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain,
you know everything breaking isn't worth the fleeting relief,
and you still stay here, longer and longer, against all your will,
remember when you used to call this self control?
unhelpful, but unnoticed by Phan5everx2, literature
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unhelpful, but unnoticed
of course i chose destruction over change,
something missing,
something altered
would be noticed
something broken,
something bleeding,
and no one minds
i say,
i took a shower
i do not say,
i am so, tired
i worked up the energy for this for a week
and i am drained
i do not say,
i dont remember it,
it was someone elses body,
for a time, i could not see myself
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
blame it blame it identify it
you're stuck in a rut ?
who's stuck in a rut ? really, why's stuck in a rut ?
does the truth shift the wheel ? does the truth lend your arms apathy ?
is the truth a name ? is the name an excuse ?
it's so simple, with a name, it's so simple,
the name forgets why it hurts
the name is a cover up when used incorrectly
the name minimalizes
hurting everywhere everyway by Phan5everx2, literature
Literature
hurting everywhere everyway
when will i stop placing the blame where it never really fit
rocking, rocking, rocking
when will i stop calling it art
hurting, hurting, hurting
when will i stop needing a place to put all this
indescribable, indescribable, indescribable
when will i apply consistency to the right places
disgusting, disgusting, disgusting
seperate your existence, by Phan5everx2, literature
Literature
seperate your existence,
remember when you felt this, and called it nothing?
when you shivered, when you silently fell away
never thinking about it, because the nature of it makes that difficult
and now,
there's a name for it
remember when you thought that would fix it?
it's hard to feel anything,
and by that mean, it's hard to feel everything
it's hard to be afraid,
its tiresome, and bothersome,
it's hard to be sad,
it's draining, and unending,
and it's hard to care,
you feel your heart will burst with the enormity of it
you feel your eyes will spill over with love, from the depth of it
it's hard to feel anything,
and by that I mean, it's hard to feel
it's hard to remember what anxiety feels like
it's pointless, it's meaningless
it's hard to remember what care feels like,
it's emptiness, it's numbness
it's hard to remember what you felt like,
what you felt, not too long ago
but maybe you don't want to
sometimes it burns hotter,
longer,
and nothing can put it out
it leaves more scars of a higher degree,
and sometimes,
you like it
and sometimes,
it's not even enough
saw it coming a mile away by Phan5everx2, literature
Literature
saw it coming a mile away
doubled over in pain, you still can't stop,
you don't believe the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain,
you know everything breaking isn't worth the fleeting relief,
and you still stay here, longer and longer, against all your will,
remember when you used to call this self control?
unhelpful, but unnoticed by Phan5everx2, literature
Literature
unhelpful, but unnoticed
of course i chose destruction over change,
something missing,
something altered
would be noticed
something broken,
something bleeding,
and no one minds
i say,
i took a shower
i do not say,
i am so, tired
i worked up the energy for this for a week
and i am drained
i do not say,
i dont remember it,
it was someone elses body,
for a time, i could not see myself
i have words for you, if you will listen by snowveins, literature
Literature
i have words for you, if you will listen
i. my sternum grows tight
when i remember you
ii. blessed be the boys that learn
to forget her
(the girl with wired eyes
and cruel words and fixed smiles)
and praise be unto the lord—
the one that he doesn't believe in—
that you live in separate worlds.
iii. who knows what love feels like?
in this day and age,
all i can remember is needles
and desperation, and waiting
for a text message—
and god, does it feel like that with you.
but lighter.
so much lighter.
iv. sometimes,
we're terrible friends.
and sometimes we're witches
and magic and living and lilac eyes
that know more than they should.
sometimes i wonder if marke
I dream of wolves every night.
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of t
I've learned to love the weight of your palm by daybreaksmiles, literature
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I've learned to love the weight of your palm
Your hand rests lightly on my shoulder and
I cannot decide whether to shake it off
or curl my body into the hollow nest of your side.
I wait. Stare ahead. Think -
I swear my thoughts are so loud
you must be holding back a million smiles
a hundred chuckles, soft and low,
to know my trip-tumbling mind.
I cannot though I want.
I will not though I could.
I do not though I would.
And so it eats at me - your hand,
the whorls of your fingertips dissolve
the thick cords of my sweater.
I am still as new-snow driveways
afraid to tilt and send the instant teetering,
but I can feel the heat of your palm
melting my resolve.
So I pin my quiver-slip lips s
roll of thunder, set me free by daybreaksmiles, literature
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roll of thunder, set me free
Tonight it rains.
I crawl into bed and
draw the quilt tight to my chin,
the shape of your name
hiding in my smile,
but I don't call.
pit pit pit pat
curled into the sacred hollow
between your ribcage and your hip
I hear you pray aloud for rain.
I don't know if you're hoping you might be
marooned in this small bedroom,
or if you're begging to slide unseen
into darkness, too quickly to think,
too quickly to care at all.
when you leave, the moon rests
high on its throne of stars
and there isn't a cloud in sight.
patter pitter pat
Tonight it rains,
and I am eased by some great hand.
A thunderous gentle-giant
wraps me tight in its
your bones are small,
but strong
like your heart,
they've never been broken
oh child,
stay away from the world
oh child,
i hope you never
realize
that dreams only
last for the night
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