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Spilled shit
I am not merely hungry,
I am not merely tired,
I am not merely lost,
I am:
Hungry
Tired
Lost
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Why this shit? Sometimes I dont understand algorithms, and certainly algorithms dont understand me...🤮
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That self confidence is bullshit.
There once was a boy who loved the stars and the plague,
And wanted someone’s heart,
Because without one he came,
His name was Styr and he was known amongst the gods,
As the boy with no being and a boy full of flaws.
(At least that’s what he claimed,
“Oh yeah, I’m the fucking devil”,
But to be honest, and just to level,
It was cut out and he was always belittled.)
And the big problem with Styr,
He loves chasing lovers,
And when one looks back at him,
He moves onto the other,
Because deep down he thinks,
In the void in his chest,
“No one will love me,
Not even if I try my best.
No one will love me,
And that’s just what makes fucking sense.”
(It’s not like there isn’t a person,
Who’d give him love and respect,
But fuck knows he can’t find them,
And he needs to get it off his chest.)
He knows that there’s a motive,
He doesn’t care what they desires,
He’d give anyone, anything..
All that matters is that they don’t get tired
Of his ugly mug and even worse personality,
That always ends up causing a fatality.
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33. There was a time when we believed in something
It’s what they say - even the geologists seem to agree - the earth wasn’t made in seven days and love itself came only into being to keep us strong to make it possible for us to pass our genes along to the next and the next and the next generation and we will stop - but it will never stop Men and women fight for the tiniest degree of power compared to Earth or the Milky Way - the trillions of galaxies - what are men and what are women?
We’re just the star dust under the fingernails of the gods
23rd June 2019
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No, make up will not take away my insecurities but it will cover up what I know will only scare you away.
Thoughts In My Head
#insecurities#depressing quotes#makeup#society#spilled shit#spilled words#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled poetry
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The obliterating feeling
Of being fully encompassed by
Panssionate Anamlistic Hedonisism
Is a fantasy longed for, a Fantasy...
Cuz frankly– logically, you just get diminishing returns after the peak that is cuddles... /lh
But idk...
An amorphous man can dream :^3
#spilled shit#over sharing#hedonism#Black Dresses#black dresses#in my mouth#song of the day#spotify#song#music
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le pont
crossed over
to the nowhere (to the dream)
.
spat hail in violence, and
"viens, je t'attends"
"je m'attends, aussi"
.
minuscule lights and a birth
(i am still of flesh there,
of marrow, of joint)
speak- "see, he waits"
weep- "please, cross over".
#poem#poetry game prompt#spilled ink#spilled shit#me @ myself whenever i write: kys#mine#this poem is a butthole
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we sing of love because the other -things- are just too damn scary to even dream about.
p.p.
- there never was a happy ending
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2.25.2016
9:35pm
Today Fysh house cheated on Trivia. We discovered that Middle School and Senior School have the same questions so I got a dude to copy them down. Then we knew all the answers. One girl, was a little hot on the buzzer, answering almost all of them. Suspicious the guy got. I felt bad, I confessed. One dude doesn’t know though. He’s going down with us. The guy that recorded the answers, I shouldn’t have said his name. The teachers were impressed/disappointed. “But your such a great leader! I guess even great leaders make mistakes.” I felt smug as a pug.
They took it pretty well though. now we’re probably going to get in trouble. In fact, I know we are.
I feel terrible awful again.
I want to hurt myself. I won’t. But I don’t really want to get better either. I mean I do but- I don’t.
My friend got an interview I wanted for a university.
I don’t want to do anything. I want to curl up and dissolve into the water.
Evaporate into ice and just float at sea for as long as I need. Till I sleep so hard, and so long, and cry out all my tears, that I thaw out of my ice.
And slowly,
slowly slowly
I thaw. I drift at the ocean for a timeless measure,
then wash up ashore on some foreign beach in uninhabited greenland.
Then I start again.
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Him and her, were tuned to the same frequency. Remember that chance you had, snorkeling on Cancun, to dive down and pet that shark? That's every text. EVERY text they send eachother. Yeah, margarine is butter. Psychedelic drugs are popular. One blink where every vertex feels like the sun, crisp and lucid. Perfect reception after surfing AM radio for hours. Ffffftt, that funk station run by the dude from Hoboken? He made this for them. I was single, I went up to him to congratulate him. Fuck it. Before I even spoke, he said "Shut up."
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Do not try to convince me to know that I am beautiful because no matter how hard you try, in my mind I will just say you’re full of bullshit and letting me swim in a pool of lies.
Thoughts In My Head
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Pay me two quid,
And I'll do a jig.
No, I don't need the money?
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phyge
negated
the self:
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"oh, you
fraudulent excuse,
nail upon whose head
i impact,
say--
.
who shall know peace
and not grieve it
.
and who shall dream rest
and not kill it?"
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of all the people
of all the people and places i write about,
my mother is the hardest, because she is
the one who taught me what love is,
when the rest of the world would not;
she is the one who made me believe
the world is a safe place because
she made it that way for me,
and my sister,
when my father was too drunk,
and the rent was due.
there was only my mother
holding her two kids in bed,
tired from a long day at work,
reading us stories of heroes
we could believe in,
because she showed us,
they were true.
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☁️
Empty The cup is empty How Disappointment I don't remember There's no sweetness left in the bottom Sadness and pain I need more warmth Fill it up again There is no point Go to sleep Yeah right The subconscious won't let me forget
#writers on tumblr#why even bother tagging it's not like anyone notice I just write for myself anyway#spilled shit#anger#text posts
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