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I hear them whisper
I hear them talking
I know it's about me
Just ignore it
Criminal nobody
He's bad news
I never hear it
But I know it's there
Another black eye
I didn't start it
But it's my fault
Cowards the lot of them
Say it out loud
I dare you
Tell me what you think
What are you scared of?
I won't point fingers
I'm not claiming I'm perfect
I've never been a saint
I'm only human
But I'll be who I am
I'm my only friend
If that makes me wrong
Then say it out loud
I hear them talking
I know it's about me
Just ignore it
Criminal nobody
He's bad news
I never hear it
But I know it's there
Another black eye
I didn't start it
But it's my fault
Cowards the lot of them
Say it out loud
I dare you
Tell me what you think
What are you scared of?
I won't point fingers
I'm not claiming I'm perfect
I've never been a saint
I'm only human
But I'll be who I am
I'm my only friend
If that makes me wrong
Then say it out loud
Literature
if you have ghosts (you have everything)
my hands were blue and so was i
and i had everything:
a christmas tree
a guitar tuned by humidity
a dark library underneath my pillow
and a voice whose words jerk, jut
and stab quietly into one another
so i may never understand;
it was two AM, dawn of a decade
and here a ghost has me motionless in 1933.
--
i never met my grandfather till today--
he dies in 1975
and in 2020 he is born
at the bottom of a drawer in the kitchen,
his coffin and crib:
he is swaddled in moth-eaten dishtowels by a nameless undertaker
(or perhaps an autophagic author himself);
his crib and coffin:
he is buried a lifetime
(deaf to my cacophonous lifetime et ceter
Literature
Broken Respite (tw)
“Where does this all end for you?” Elizabeth asked as they sat on her fire escape drinking separate cups of tea.
The Mirror King took a long drag of his cigarillo and immediately blew the smoke out without taking the time to taste it.
“In my throne room. Resplendent. Faithless courtiers currying for favor, pretending they didn’t do the same for my usurper. Training my brother’s replacement, after I murder him for never stepping in. Expanding my power so no one ever forgets what really happened once the deposed king regained his throne.”
His tone was unreadable. All at the same time it sounded hopeful, bi
Literature
A burden, curse
I’m coming back from a few rough months, and here is my first offering. A piece about my bipolar and anxiety disorder.
She cursed herself silently, like
a prayer that can only be said
in the shadows, without other
people hearing—“fuck you, you've
wasted everything, let down
everyone, you deserve this.”
Like this, she doesn’t condemn
herself, she burns for herself,
lights her skeleton on fire, ignites
her mind with the what ifs and
should have beens, all of it.
She is standing, resolute, feet
apart, a sure stance, she is sure
to break down, her elbows will
crush at the weight of all her
inhibitions, her lungs wil
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Well to me you have the perfect attitude with 'screw the lot of them that screwed my life up' but am sorry that you feel your life is hell This is a great peice of writing though, esepcially the end