Two. Those nerve wrecking emotions. But they sometimes give us the best work when it comes to writing
Chocolate is Dog Poison by Metatr0nTumultum, literature
Literature
Chocolate is Dog Poison
The Sun is an endless Explosion Here to give you cancer Fun is a short lived convulsion That doesn't make you a dancer Your running TV is an IV drip For the fleeting Escapist And simply statistically speaking Your neighbor is probably a rapist Don't tell me about the serotonin In your suburban people farm Don't tell me about the diet of your Unicorn Don't tell me about your trip to a country with a warmer climate There are freezing kids in Canada with icicles on their eyelids I could have been in a better mood But then I woke up I could have had a more successful breakfast but I threw up I could've taken my own advice But fuck that guy You could've taken my advice But fuck me right? Don't tell me about the oxytocin You get from having fun with lotion Don't tell me about your lack of locusts I feel like we are loosing focus It's much more important to analyze why it enticed me to run that Grandma off the freeway. Or why I'm pushing buttons I don't understand in
Living like a ghost (EN) by HydromelKing, literature
Literature
Living like a ghost (EN)
You possess not an ounce of reality, You barely know what's certainty, You’re not cursed, you’re just a ghost, Always wandering, cold as frost. Focused on your paranoid thoughts, All scourges are due to your faults, You can’t see the lights we all share, You keep suffering within your lair. And when the bright sun finally sets, You will feel lost without soulmates, Pain and fear kill you little by little, Like a gaunt king in his ruined castle. You’ve lost many battles in the past, Your life is a failure, time runs fast, But in your heart hope is not dead, You shall find a way to go ahead. In the deep dark don’t be afraid, You’re not alone to call for aid, Conquer those realms of the night, Fight until the brand new daylight ! All your hatred and mad anger, Must be released to feel newer, And if you lose your bad feelings, Enjoy this time and its blessings. HydromelKing September 28, 2020
Each time I’m going outside,
Walking in a crowded street,
I feel no ground under my feet,
I feel just like I have no pride.
“Me” means a lot for all people,
Not to me, caged within dreams,
I’m trapped into the rabbit hole,
Simply fading under sunbeams.
Each day I try to speak louder,
But the wind cut off my word,
I think I play the cursed chord,
This life is not getting brighter.
Now, I’d like to be noticeable,
Until today I’ve felt so invisible,
I need to find, I have to enter,
The gates of glory and splendor.
I wonder why I can’t enjoy,
The brighter days of summer,
Am I still this shy tiny bo
i am not a part of this
neither here nor there
for everywhere i am
i don't feel there
the trees are crooked
all is ugly up close
time will warp shut
the gates to Comatose
my heart is fracturing
fractal fissures happening
faster than i can figure
the math doesn't fit
everywhere, a stranger
every time, a danger
every song in major
distress and discordance
according to the angels
i'm angled wrong, all wrong
asking for assistance gone
with alliance to gods
relying on foundations
of physical renditions
of spiritual failures
rends my soul, not heart
yet my heart hardens and
yawns open and horribly
cracks like no young
body should bear here
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nowhere, which is to say black by permanence-in-flux, literature
Literature
nowhere, which is to say black
empty full of nihility
breathe
i can't breathe like
Freedom is written
more like
C o m p l a c e n c y
complicatedly, i am
indiscriminately both
"this" and "that"
not here and
not where they say you should be at
the time before
it's before your time
now here--nowhere
i pace in place
for you can't go anywhere
without coming from anywhere, hon
i forgot
i forget
i am forgetting
for reminding
isn't deminding
declawed clauses
can't be law
unphysical spheres orbiting
dead stars--black hearts
baking in ceramic jars
kilned to contain
the ultraviolent blight
radiating towards our
wisely wiped eyes
tearing--bleeding
Marianas blue
which is to sa
(scatter)brained by
buckshot shot off
because the (mis)fire
didn't do the trick
burned by desire to
die here; too dire
to insulate from
can't isolate insanity
now thoughts skitter
across floorboards
boarding up the border
to the underworld
as below, so above
the fire's followed me
through the house that
was undivided once
now burning hatred
glows red in the coals
that were once my
stronghold walls
the floor warps and
the way to Tartarus
opens wide like my
mind so splattered
across the cross my mother hung in the entryway
Out of the tunnels
In our hearts
We create
We feel
The sour taste of emptiness
The pressure of wariness
Out of the holes
In our minds
Out of blackness
In our eyes
We see the forms unseen
We smell their hunger
Calling to us
We hear their bodies
Crawling to us
Out of the tunnels
In our hearts
Wilds Of Sad
by Tricia Pattinson
I flew to the Sad Lands
Eyes wide open
Eager to escape greater burdens
The road through was long
Longer than I saw
When my heart sailed the winds
What ifs, perhaps, could've, would've
Shouldn't, unnecessary, disappointing
Dangerous understates the Wilds of Sad
For sadness has a crippling lowland
Massive holes and boulders smoulder
Scorching fires and cold shoulders
It is trevail
Behind my eyes
In my mind only
But Sun rises and sets there
In this land of exile
Unable to heal sails, nor wings
167 Weeks To Go
by Tricia Pattinson
Is the news a great light
Pushing back the terrors of night
Or is it a lesser light
Passing over our heads
Watching investigators
Swimming in the facts
Will they drown
Or win back Trust
Too many story tellers
Confusing weaker minds
Those still trusting gullible souls
Trapped in the lies told
Will we lift our heads again
Proud of leadership restored
Or will we settle for the fakes
Who claim they're really friends
The darkness is not fake
It turns trusting against it's self
Lost become the souls
Blinded by the glamour of ghouls
Wishing to know foreshadowed door
Distracts the mind from depressing