Submissions by AutoDice

holding onto the dead and buried, fragile dreams he has
     shattered promises love your old looks
loving hard, feeling even harder to be loved
     battered child of empathy purged by the mind
remember when you knew you weren’t the same?

     spending his days in a tomb of shattered mind
when you came home tonight, i knew it all too well
     lending your body to the delusory, the withered
then you ask what made you, if you ever were made
     notice how the skin on your back burns?

learning the ways of those who’ve come undone...

The frogs like to speak to me
They tell me lots of cool things

Once they said you loved books
And claim you only wear striped socks
They say you play pretend with them
And take them on little adventures

But no matter how much I talk
To the flies
To the ladybugs
To the grasshoppers
And even the frogs

I will never, ever get the confidence

To compliment you.

He walks down the street at night
takes his hand
missing the pinkie and several more

“Look for truth and there you’ll see
                 the missing half of what you’re meant to be.”

I will never be what I could have been
                 praying to a god who only sees my sins
     she says she loves me      and sticks the needle into my neck

My words pouring out my mouth like black vomit
                             to feed my new obsession

She

Unbroken ballerina shoes on stage, demonstrating our foreboding relationship.
A chime from the outside wind, that sounds vaguely of freedom.

With every careful close caress, a poisoned word leaves the tip of my lips in this disconsolately lit room.
Crack, crack, crack.

My string is broken, as they cannot mend.
They are as defective as those who created themself.

My cheap porcelain joints crack everytime I hold you close.
Closer, closer, closer.

They wanted you to learn more, more about my secrets and the ones I’ve taken...