Submissions by manicshakepanic (rxln)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Who would've thought an acceptance letter would make me wanna die this much more
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Found Notebook Early 2013
I feel like I'm anchored down
and floating away
I can't feel, can't see
Nothing's being perceived by me
help me anyone
let me believe
I got a beating heart
beating thoughts
a shadow of belief
Tell me please god, I'm desperate
is my blood pumping
and what is this fear gathering in my throat
I'm so close to humanity's dying
car crash wrecks
I can't tough you
feel you
(Can you hear me now?)
Now you turn
Ignore outstretched hands (I'm falling please god catch me)
I'm desperate
I'm...
and floating away
I can't feel, can't see
Nothing's being perceived by me
help me anyone
let me believe
I got a beating heart
beating thoughts
a shadow of belief
Tell me please god, I'm desperate
is my blood pumping
and what is this fear gathering in my throat
I'm so close to humanity's dying
car crash wrecks
I can't tough you
feel you
(Can you hear me now?)
Now you turn
Ignore outstretched hands (I'm falling please god catch me)
I'm desperate
I'm...
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dream sequence
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stuck
sometimes
I get so tired of trying to like myself
can't I give up on pretending that my self esteem exists
I ran way from what I was for 15 years
there is no way to make myself real
there is no way to make myself a shadow of what I am
call the number honey
they'll interview me and see my parents fit
I'll be stuck in this hell till death strikes me down
perhaps it will be by my own hand
maybe you still believe I'll survive the next two years rotting in my skin
honey, you have too much confidence in me
some things are almost tempting enough
to...
I get so tired of trying to like myself
can't I give up on pretending that my self esteem exists
I ran way from what I was for 15 years
there is no way to make myself real
there is no way to make myself a shadow of what I am
call the number honey
they'll interview me and see my parents fit
I'll be stuck in this hell till death strikes me down
perhaps it will be by my own hand
maybe you still believe I'll survive the next two years rotting in my skin
honey, you have too much confidence in me
some things are almost tempting enough
to...
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The Process of Suicide
I'm a danger to myself but only through curiosity. Allow me to defeat the demons under my skin. My muscles are protecting something weaker than themselves. An empty shell of my heart.
The Unsure
I feel sick to the bones
with a cold I can't shake and thoughts finding their way in
I feel like I should leave, but at the same time avoidance sticks against me
I find reason to stay in this fiery hell of my own damned creation
it tempts me with words of utter repetition
The Climax of the Destruction
It appears as though his words are a knife taken to your...
The Unsure
I feel sick to the bones
with a cold I can't shake and thoughts finding their way in
I feel like I should leave, but at the same time avoidance sticks against me
I find reason to stay in this fiery hell of my own damned creation
it tempts me with words of utter repetition
The Climax of the Destruction
It appears as though his words are a knife taken to your...
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stay for blood or stay for me
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lungs give out
push my legs against things I forgot long ago
spin my stomach until it weaves towards my throat
feelings lost through tremors in my leg
I wish I didn't have the need to breathe
it would make things simpler
spin my stomach until it weaves towards my throat
feelings lost through tremors in my leg
I wish I didn't have the need to breathe
it would make things simpler
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romance
They always said it made no sense, to dig through my arm looking for answers
I guess it goes to say I never made much sense
Seeking for nothing yet being afraid of emptiness
Contradicting the motions I go through
I slide down on the roof, climbing on the edge
I pictured my death but remained scared of falling
Cigarette perched on my unpracticed lips
Reminding myself of times lost and foreign hugs
Bodies I detest and want to change
Smirks I want to wipe off your lips
One more time
Yet still, comfort finds it’s way into my lungs
Seeping...
I guess it goes to say I never made much sense
Seeking for nothing yet being afraid of emptiness
Contradicting the motions I go through
I slide down on the roof, climbing on the edge
I pictured my death but remained scared of falling
Cigarette perched on my unpracticed lips
Reminding myself of times lost and foreign hugs
Bodies I detest and want to change
Smirks I want to wipe off your lips
One more time
Yet still, comfort finds it’s way into my lungs
Seeping...
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afterlife
the sad truth is, if I believed in more than dusty bones settled in the ground. I would have slit my wrists long ago. but the idea of nothing scares me almost as much as the aspect of living. and that is why I wait.
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I miss you like I love you
the best you're gonna get from me is hidden wishes
wrapped inside my wrist, pounding against skin
picture of innocence, belligerent ignorance
i miss you like I loved you
I regret you like I left you
quiet and collected
tearing out those secret wishes
I wish I believed those fake things
that rest like god's eyes across your back
stolen fingertips pressing against soft flesh
lips against rotten flesh
gone sour with the timing of forgetfulness
remember like I kissed you
spoken words through glances and skin pricks
innocence bandaged across...
wrapped inside my wrist, pounding against skin
picture of innocence, belligerent ignorance
i miss you like I loved you
I regret you like I left you
quiet and collected
tearing out those secret wishes
I wish I believed those fake things
that rest like god's eyes across your back
stolen fingertips pressing against soft flesh
lips against rotten flesh
gone sour with the timing of forgetfulness
remember like I kissed you
spoken words through glances and skin pricks
innocence bandaged across...
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secrets heard are secrets told
tonight was the night for depression
but how can you be depressed when emotion is absent?
you can't take secrets out of their minds
and you can't take scars out of my arms
lost thoughts or lost memories
either way, they turn sour with age
they get twisted into nothing and laughs and sighs
I miss you like I loved you
I kissed you like I died
regrets stays in the past, so why are the memories still here?
but how can you be depressed when emotion is absent?
you can't take secrets out of their minds
and you can't take scars out of my arms
lost thoughts or lost memories
either way, they turn sour with age
they get twisted into nothing and laughs and sighs
I miss you like I loved you
I kissed you like I died
regrets stays in the past, so why are the memories still here?
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