Submissions by Alexxis (Alyxes K Mcmanus)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I feel as though the world is slowly tipping on the edge of the universe, My generation will become a beautifully haunting reminder of what happens in the pursuit of happiness, And the denial of individualism.
Cherry Bottlecaps
Rummaging
Paper
Pens
Dust
Makeup in peices
I'm in peices.
Dried flowers
Soda cans
Cherry cola
Rubber bands
My hands brush metal
Pure relief
I can breathe
-Alexis K. McManus
Paper
Pens
Dust
Makeup in peices
I'm in peices.
Dried flowers
Soda cans
Cherry cola
Rubber bands
My hands brush metal
Pure relief
I can breathe
-Alexis K. McManus
#SelfHarm
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What may I call you?
Dirt beneath my skin
Rotting but aware
My time has not yet ended
My skin was stripped left bare
I am filled by ice
Held by the wind
I speak in low moans
Trying to make my loved ones understand
Death is a beautiful thing
Corrupted by what you see
Hear
Smell
Because you cannot feel
Nor understand
Until your bones are encrusted with dried leaves
Your skin peels and muscles dry
Your hair will become strings held by earth's cold core
No emotion will warm your dreams
You can't even...
Rotting but aware
My time has not yet ended
My skin was stripped left bare
I am filled by ice
Held by the wind
I speak in low moans
Trying to make my loved ones understand
Death is a beautiful thing
Corrupted by what you see
Hear
Smell
Because you cannot feel
Nor understand
Until your bones are encrusted with dried leaves
Your skin peels and muscles dry
Your hair will become strings held by earth's cold core
No emotion will warm your dreams
You can't even...
#dark
#death
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2 Comments
57
There are rocks in the back of my throat.
They come out falling or almost being thrown
At you.
At myself.
At us.
And my tounge entwines itself in a battle against yours that we both know we will never win.
Love.
Is a word.
Is a word.
Is a word.
Love is a word and thats what I tell myself
Repeat it
Eat
Sleep
Breathe. It.
Because I hate breaking promises.
And every time I told you.
I loved you.
I meant it.
I never...
They come out falling or almost being thrown
At you.
At myself.
At us.
And my tounge entwines itself in a battle against yours that we both know we will never win.
Love.
Is a word.
Is a word.
Is a word.
Love is a word and thats what I tell myself
Repeat it
Eat
Sleep
Breathe. It.
Because I hate breaking promises.
And every time I told you.
I loved you.
I meant it.
I never...
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
#healing
587 reads
4 Comments
Fading
here i lay in darkness wet
no one sees my soul
it sits with long limbs it stares -at my throat
it smiles- fangs scrape on the floor
in agony i wait
i anticipate-morning though i know fully well it will NEVER come
it never does i just wait
fufilling human existence
INSANITY- is doing the same thing over and over--....expecting a different result
so yes - when you say im insane
yes im insane
but wait- i thought crazy people didnt know they were crazy
thereofore i cant be crazy...isnt that crazy
...
no one sees my soul
it sits with long limbs it stares -at my throat
it smiles- fangs scrape on the floor
in agony i wait
i anticipate-morning though i know fully well it will NEVER come
it never does i just wait
fufilling human existence
INSANITY- is doing the same thing over and over--....expecting a different result
so yes - when you say im insane
yes im insane
but wait- i thought crazy people didnt know they were crazy
thereofore i cant be crazy...isnt that crazy
...
#corruption
#emptiness
#philosophical
543 reads
4 Comments
Butterflies Of Hell
I am full of poison
And in need of release
My skin breathes fire
And stains my clothes
My pain laughs at your'e love
A giggle at my funeral
Wings that were once beautiful
now are brushing against my skin,
and leave a metallic taste on my barren lips
I have become most beautiful demons I hide
They tell me these butterflies keep me alive
at the tip of their wings I grasp
But my heart strings are severed like an instrument in the midst of rapture
I let out sounds no one hears
All kinds of silence.
These...
And in need of release
My skin breathes fire
And stains my clothes
My pain laughs at your'e love
A giggle at my funeral
Wings that were once beautiful
now are brushing against my skin,
and leave a metallic taste on my barren lips
I have become most beautiful demons I hide
They tell me these butterflies keep me alive
at the tip of their wings I grasp
But my heart strings are severed like an instrument in the midst of rapture
I let out sounds no one hears
All kinds of silence.
These...
#anger
#SelfHarm
#hurt
635 reads
5 Comments
Submission
#dark
#BDSM
#dirty
1152 reads
8 Comments
In The Arms Of A Stranger
#love
#BDSM
#suffering
799 reads
17 Comments
The Pain That Lets Me Cope
I have a secret.
Keep it well,
I have A story
to tell
My freinds'd say im crazy
My mom would dissolve
in my own ocean of tears
ive created a deadly wishing well
it will kill me soflty.
My wrists smile...
My lungs sigh
im not sure i even understand why
But at least this pain of wich i hold
gives me control
Keep it well,
I have A story
to tell
My freinds'd say im crazy
My mom would dissolve
in my own ocean of tears
ive created a deadly wishing well
it will kill me soflty.
My wrists smile...
My lungs sigh
im not sure i even understand why
But at least this pain of wich i hold
gives me control
#conflict
#SelfReflection
#hurt
534 reads
6 Comments
Beauty Is Pain; Worn As A Jewel
Beauty.
Another word ive not been accustomed to.
Because my pain entwines itself in shame.
The reson I belive beauty is pain, is because, well naturally it just is...
What this world has become.
What it has embraced.
Is that if you can squeeze yourself into their mold.
if you can melt yourself and pour into the waters below.
If you can do that youre doing great.
But you know....
Make it look good...and thats even better.
And as compensation for the discomfort.
We are going to idolize...
Another word ive not been accustomed to.
Because my pain entwines itself in shame.
The reson I belive beauty is pain, is because, well naturally it just is...
What this world has become.
What it has embraced.
Is that if you can squeeze yourself into their mold.
if you can melt yourself and pour into the waters below.
If you can do that youre doing great.
But you know....
Make it look good...and thats even better.
And as compensation for the discomfort.
We are going to idolize...
#corruption
#beauty
#shame
530 reads
9 Comments
The Last First Time
#love
#hate
#heartbroken #angels
#heartbroken #angels
689 reads
6 Comments
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