still stuck.
myself.i will submit stuff very soon.
i hope.
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It's not always like this“Stop patronizing me. Get. Out.”It's not always like this
It’s not always like this
Hindi ka paraluman o makata na
batis ng karunungan o talinghaga na kahit saa’y maaaring
italastas
ng sinuman.
i wish i could say puta less whenever im upset then maybe you’d respect me more
Kung ikaw ang tatagistis kahit
kailan o saan, mahahagilap mo ang aking pangalan. ni hindi ka matalikuran dahil ba ikaw ay kaibigan ?
i wish i could just stop guessing but god im so good at this &nb
by ~stoned-to-death
we're an unnamed diseasei lose myself, you crush me until i no longer breathe or until i choose to. i don’t know anymore. i inhale you as far as these lungs are capable. no one in this room, should ever exhale until i say so --we're an unnamed disease
because you were happening and i was happening elsewhere, pulling strings trying to hold as much as long as we can manage, tying knots in places where we pass by without looking Creating loops creating your clinically dead pretexts and my fat lie silent conditions but never fixing the loose ends just Creating
and then expel.
but you are alw
by ~stoned-to-death
Long before anxiety pillsThe doctor said she is ill: neither drug nor remedy that any apothecary had could possibly do her any saving. The poor so-called scullery maid was beyond cure.Long before anxiety pills
“Schizophrenia, madam. The child is, how do I put it – not right in the mind, yes.”
The woman opposite him is incredulous.
“Very well then, doctor. We thank you for your services. I’ll have him see you off now.”
Across the hall, a man steps out of the shadow. The doctor is startled, unaware that this man was there the whole time. The menacing bloke leads the doctor to the exit and out of sight. &nb
by ~stoned-to-death
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what i deservethere are more than one of me, they sit in window panes with one hand in their pockets and one hand in their mouth, pushing too hard on boundaries. they have prunes for hearts and try to be brave,what i deserve
but they are not. i am 20 years old, i am not yet the me i want to be. i lay down in plastic cups and i am so small. this is my attempt at being safe. i am still vulnerable. i am still young.
i am still learning the things you taught me.
i used to be able to float in your cheek bones,
now i've moved down to ground level and you flick me from your soles, o
by ~inmyroom
an opening for something oldno one will hear this -- these sounds that rise up. the insulation is thick now and tight skin will break, and when it does - doors will tumble downan opening for something old
and walls will not hold all this inside.
there is not enough lifeblood in this place, where vocal chords itch,
they scream, they swallow breeze blocks whole.
i pretend it's alright, with one eye closed, i need about a thousand hugs though i should not ask. i have lies to keep and secrets to tell but have not worked them out yet.
aubergines leaked into my skin to warn me -- i am not a nice person
by ~inmyroom
it's all in past tenseon the twenty-sixth of july we kissed. we slept on the wrong side of the bed and i had a cannula in my hand. it felt more like hospitals with doctors and nurses rushing around the stab wound, they stood back and let me free fall.it's all in past tense
i dropped into the eighteenth of august. you hoovered your wooden floor then laid ontop of me. i watched the freakle on your left ear all morning. i made you a cup of tea at lunch time and felt embarrased.
we walked for miles on the twenty-seventh. i looked an eight year old boy in the eye as we touched.
your bro
by ~inmyroom
subconscious. You take offIt wasn’t winter, and I asked a girl to help me pick up leaves in between racing through crowds to avoid how late we both were. I had only met her once or twice before, and I could feel my awkwardness betray my lack of ability to assimilate.subconscious. You take off
She laughed; we laughed.
Double-sided tape and permanent markers and scissors should be with you at all times: they make it easier to illegally tell the world how you’re feeling.
How I’m feeling fits nicely into people’s bicycle helmets, onto surfaces you drop your ash, buzzing metal a million people have pressed to cross this street. This city i
by ~saturnineguise
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