| First attempt at a more chaotic style |
| First attempt at a more chaotic style |


Experiment 2I had this friend of complete trash mastermind. i dont believe you dont youExperiment 2


You don't even knowHave you ever left like ripping yourself apart because you were not able to adequetly, perfectly define yourself in that moment. Imagine writing as all you ever can do to express yourself. You reach a point when you need to so badly but how you do i t consistantly is never correct. It's just not good enough, even when you can accurately pinpint exactly what complex-emotion you're experiancing, yet writing it down literally just sounds ridiculous.You don't even know
You wouldn't show someone something like: "I'm so sad because i'm all alone. blah blah blah" &nb


experiment 1Someone told me my words have "No rhythm" -What is rhythm? The pulsing of an adrenaline heart &nbsexperiment 1


Face1Face
I saw the shadow of my face rippiling on the page hair dancing, i plunged my face through it and strangely escaped drowning. -I could actually breath little bubbles that blooped to the surface with my secret whispers of words i failed to efficiently scream. becaause fear choked me when not even my shadow could.
And I thought i was
the death of me.
2.
I saw you on myw all so i slapped it as if you were some buzzing fly annoying my eardrum. I took vindictive pleasure


Post MortemI slip the leather braid around my waiting neck and her lock, cool against the heat of my throatPost Mortem
the flush of my cheeks the burn in my eyes snaps shut.
The weight of it,
heavy against my midclavicular notch
a comfort;
the snug fit of the leather band
holding in a choked sob that won't escape.
On the exterior,
I am cool collected concerned curious
but inside,
my guts are churning my memories rampant flits of rage from an earlier time the bag zips I was helpless.
She was gone. &


heart of lithium1. first encounterheart of lithium
like the meteor crashing in the artic ocean my body burned while it froze at the same time. your silhouette is like the choking in my throat, i can't seem to shake it off.
2. recollection
I am haunted by my dreams, like a smoke trapped in the glass, i still find my way out from the cracks. lights reflected on my palm from the window, without any obvious reason... i only see your face.
3. hydrophobia
The water spilled from the tub, overflowing gently. i didn't drown my self. i was trying to drown the memory of you. &nbs


anorexiarancid breath from rotting esophagi... protruding clavicles, ribs, vertebra begging toanorexia
rip apart rice paper
skin with bleeding gums and shrinking yellow teeth. brains rejecting eyes of celestial goldfish, looking out to reflections
distorted by society, and repeating the phrase i can be prettier.
Good luck with your poetry.
-Tori
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You don't have to be in love to be inspired by it.
(Just because I miss you, doesn't mean I love you.)
btw i added u to my dev~watch.
the great thing about ur poems is that,
it's well refined. ha!
everything is deep but very understandable.
great writing.
woot!
ganmatte.
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You don't have to be in love to be inspired by it.
(Just because I miss you, doesn't mean I love you.)
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it tastes like kool-aid that hasn't gone through puberty yet! -Katrina
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If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for truth. (Tim O'Brien)
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You don't have to be in love to be inspired by it.
(Just because I miss you, doesn't mean I love you.)
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'Our burning ashes blacken the day,
A world of nothingness, blow me away.'
~Evanescence
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