Miraquill
My Mind
My pain addiction. The affliction with the fucking ambition to bring the end of my days, to fruition. The Seedy Underbelly of Burned Bridges has roots in every good deed done without Karma's Permission. Like, a human transmission... Rode too hard and, put away, having never gotten wet.
In Scarlett Letters to myself, my hand vomits violent clots as I field dress my mind, from it's sharply revolting thoughts. Every which way but grounded. Every which way but intended.
The smoke is free; the ride, that's what costs us and, there's no escape hatch in a Black Hole but she's Sugar, in the raw; She enjoyed the finer things in life like, Brass knuckle engagement rings and, don't forget something; never feed the animals.
We are all born terminal and, I can't tell if I'll find my way through the dense emptiness, so... Please, Don't waste precious time waiting under the street lights, for me to crawl back out from my own Darkness.
I'll never break character because I don't play games. The only role, is reel to reel. Her Jaw skids to a grinding hault like, two plates of raw, fighting steel. Her Fists and Teeth clench down. The electricity telling her heart to keep pumping but not slow down, glitches... Because her broken mind is gaunt and, in stitches.
To the one who desires, all he admires, as he creeps through the Darkness, to me. Her tears are emotionally charged volcanic ash on her cheeks that, stop poetic fury from unleashing through her fists, instead of making you bleed but how can she bury a hatchet that, she never brought to the fight.
Life is punishment for an abject failure. Our demons, we see. Their goodness, lurking in the light of shadows is what frightens me. They're the ones who hurt me.
Carbon Templates and, Mindless Think tanks. You couldn't handle it anyway, my mind.
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Cover Up
I don't need the crying filter
My mind is always in that state
But sometimes my heart lights up and shows me the way home
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Broken
I try not to discard myself
I remind myself
Broken things can be repaired
Broken things can still work
And this broken girl can too
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Despair
I wish I could cry
But if I allowed myself to sink,
together with my heart
I'd
drown
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Unrequited
I am consumed by you
But to you
I'm
Just
An
After Thought
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D is for Darkness
The power of the dark side of my mind constantly telling my body to become comatose and atrophy
And the part of me where my soul resides, brandishing its strength and hurtling forward is the most remarkable thing about me, yet.
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Climate of The Heart
The air was cold that day,
but not as icy as your heart,
Not as cold as my hand on your bare torso
the warmth of your skin in sharp contrast to my open palm
That longed to clasp you
But alas you are forbidden to me
So my hand remained
Open
And
Empty
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Climate of The Heart
The air was cold that day,
but not as icy as your heart,
Not as cold as my hand on your bare torso
the warmth of your skin in sharp contrast to my open palm
That longed to clasp you
But alas you are forbidden to me
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Aging
Losing my beauty
Losing my sleep
Silver linings in my hair
And no longer my dreams
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I am beautifully balanced
Equal parts girl to monster
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Black holes billowing atomic rolls of dragon's breath. Stored energy so powerful, the suns wept neon rivers of condolences into the midnight's sky. Every star; every galaxy knows her name. Knows never to question, as she saunters by. The righteous arrogance and need for vanity have them dangerously underestimating Mistress's authority.
Coerced with tarred feathers, placed across their cheeks and their necks; poured atop their hyperventilating chests so heavy; fearul anxiety in their heartbeats continues it's rippling. Emotional forces tying knots in nooses. The horrified query in their expressions, carry into shrill nothingness; they're second guessing every crimeless face. Every sin-less holy place. Their regret piercing through her, past her; sunken, lucid thoughts splashing acidic blasphemy back onto their mistakenly confident, glass personalities.
For every deadly thought traversing the storm waters in her head, you are six more macabre ideas waiting in line to make the dean's list. Light-years beyond your maniacally fiendish ego, white flags twitch in your lacerated, bludgeoned body. Neurotical twitches, telling your corporeal flight suit that, sutures and ice are rendered useless, when Mistress is finished putting you in your places. She'll bury your head, face down so, you don't have to acknowledge every life you've taken; who stand in broken disappointment, over your gravesites with their heads lowered in traumatic thanks.
Distant expressions, who's eyes are deep, a thousand yards but their vessels are present here, in Mistress's cthonic domain. Polished hooks, anxiously awaiting dinner party guests, are begging for compliments from the executioners who stand patiently, by their sides.
Tie their windows closed; lock them indefinitely with Mistress's boot laces. Black canvas shrouds, to remove any silent begs for mercy, in salty streams flowing from their stitched lids to their quivering chins. Let fall the doors beneath their feet and gaze into the endless spiral of Red Art, overflowing Chalices underneath their defeat.
A punisher, dealing punishment to all her false prophets: touting false hopes. A Mistress of Misanthropy who's judgement is never reluctant in this courthouse of Dark Insurrectionist Revolution. We've added you to our mailing list of reserved seat recipients to attend this, Invitation only, Black Tie Event.
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Once more
I have to bury a pain inside of me
Bear it away with the rest of my depression
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Plain Janes and Alice (in Wonderland)
I have survived your ordinary world.
Navigating the blinding light of your toxic positvity.
But you would not last a minute in the lulls, the aches, the joy in my bittersweet dream
My melancholic mind.
You'd drown on the banks,
let alone the depth of my heart.
Stay in your monochrome world.
Alone
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You're just like him
You will love me when it's too late
And I will have nothing left in my heart for you
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Heartless
I was reckless with my heart
I put it in the hands of carelessness
And thought you would tighten the grip
But you know not of it's value
& let it fall
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Blinded
You had the power to dim my shine
But never to extinguish my light
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Healing
Everything tastes different,
Lyrics tell a different story,
I see the world through a lens of truth
as layers of trauma unveil
And under the scales of the monster
I try to save,
the human that remains
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Abuse by Another Name
For such a long time
I shrouded the truth
I thought abuse was the visible violation of a body
But I never defined it as a ravaging of the soul
A heart worn out by the beatings from words
you hurled at me
Insides didn't matter when a trophy cabinet was full, did it?
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Cycles
Troubled children are sometimes created
Not always are they just born (this way)
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Living with me must be alot like living with an addict
Except, I am, addicted to sadness
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