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Case Study #65I swear I didn’t do itCase Study #65 by ~heartxofxchains
I know
I know I didn’t
I swore
Just now
I looked
And she took
And I blinked
And I think…
It goes in a circle
Uh
Like this
And this
And that
And this
And stop
Stop
And stare
Stop staring
Like you don’t believe
Me
In me
It’s gone
She’s gone
But I didn’t do it
Stop
Stop
Stop telling me to stop
What?
I didn’t
I don’t
Remember why I’m here
Again
Lily
Lily
Where is Lily?
It hurts
My heart hurts
Hertz; electrifying
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Why am
Not Really Sure How Her Voice Should Have Sounded“Who says we can only be human? We could be gods if we wanted to. A word is a word. Reality and fantasy aren’t all that different.” You say it with confidence, with certainty. “The world is as real as you want it to be. You are as real as you think you are.”Not Really Sure How Her Voice Should Have Sounded by ~heartxofxchains
I believed you for the longest time, clinging on to all the nonsensical things you spouted out.
…..
The voices say:
Close your eyes. Give up the ghost.
Fall down into Wonderland.
…..
The first time I do it, there’s this adrenaline; maybe with a hint of fear and a dash of hesitance. But, that’s why I do it. The needle is half an inc
If You're Afraid to Fall and I'm Afraid to FlyI followed the devil’s trailIf You're Afraid to Fall and I'm Afraid to Fly by ~heartxofxchains
His footsteps hauntingly similar to my own
And when I swallowed Kansas whole
I choked and blanked
Finding myself in an off-centered corner of nowhere
My regrets and remorse have gotten me
Out of six hundred sixty-six of the mistakes I’ve made
But this time it’s different
I’m afraid I’ve fallen ill because I can’t feel a thing anymore
Acoustically, crying is the same as laughing
With a differing tempo and setting of the mood
Visually, I am blind
To the fact that I was dead the moment I set foot on earth
So, to the angel who promised he’d watch over me
And save me and s
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i am not splotched ink and tallied memoryiii.i am not splotched ink and tallied memory by *bloodawni
a testament
to all i endured,
unclothed, i wear (still)
these scars--
ragged designs of ink
thrown at a canvas &
lines carved-- a prisoner's
tally of time.
ii.
stumbling over the
caverns and crags
of my skin,
your eyes travel
in halting progression--
[the crawl of a climber
too-long weary
and slipping
down, down, down]
i feel your stutters,
a shivering- first
along one arm--
[almost a polka-dot
tap dance taking in
splotched ink and
tallied memory]
then an intensification
of graveyard fever
upon the other--
[dash past the ink &
exhume the feeling
beneath the sleeve].
i.
it is a shame
(and your loss)--
you cannot see the woman
brea
Laura in the Ground“mary mary quite contraryLaura in the Ground by ~EvanescentRomance
how does your garden grow
with silver bells and cockle shells
and pretty maids all in a row”
homecoming queen
ballgown made of polythene
they always said in trash bags
you could still look haute couture
leave em wanting more
now, the only thing i’m sure of
is laura, laura, laura in the ground
nothing but her aura and a lily spattered mound
remains, it pains me to concede
that she’ll be eaten up by ghost weed
by the time she turns 18
she’ll still be homecoming queen
below my lungs and all the earth
she will be crowned
laura in the ground
angel dusted lips of blue
and eyes of lapis lazu
Bereaved Orphanto the ugliest part of my barring psyche:Bereaved Orphan by *UnspecifiedUnknown
hello, beautiful.
i submit myself to you, in absolute austerity, i
present myself in all my inelegance and liability.
see: black and white, every indifference to
chromaticity the way we see naked stars at night, the way
we lose ourselves to drinking in false favor of
fanaticism and relativism, and
this is a venal apology, my
selfish justification for liberating you against your
detrimental and tragic will, my
baseless excuse for your existing inexistence, as
i bleed desperation onto these languid walls, with
the need to isolate the physical foundation of where
you are fashioned
*smiley face* (why is it green?)
Happy Tears 
