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Scythe42 commented on the post, plague 1 month, 3 weeks ago
I think i have
the plague.
It is growing inside me
like a watermelon seed,
but it’s only for
female humans,
eating away at intestines,
at my heart
and my lungs
and I cannot breathe
I am drowning
drowning
from the past
and the blackness
of my future
as it envelopes me
into looking into
glass nothingness.
My reflection does not stand
but walks away from me,
shaking her head,
tears licking the floor
as she slips away from me.
And I want to know,
where did she go?
what do I donow.
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Scythe42 commented on the post, weathered 3 months ago
My whole body is numb.
I want to fix the problems,
fix his brain.
I want to carve his neurons
into computers,
abiding my please
of quieting his jokes
and his antics.
I want him to say
“how was your day dear?”
I want him to hold a conversation
that doesn’t involve mocking
or joking
or anything.
Just him.
I want to drill his skull
and rip out the half of his brain
that is his ego,
that is his shield
from low-self esteem,
insecurity.
I want to take the armor
from the child
and tell him
he is only a child,
and that it is ok
to be only a child
and one should be a child
during most phases of life.
And that it is not a crime
to be unsure of one’s choices,
one’s life.
I’m tired of bracing the wave
to find the man on the raft
floating in the sea,
waiting for me to find him,
starving for water,
for breath.
I am tired of invading
his inner circle
and getting electrocuted
by his thunderous words.
While I slowly,
after every shock,
creep towards him
a little more,
tears streaming down my face.
Finally he sees the tears
and stops the thunder
and tears roll down his face as well,
and he wants to break his own skull
and shed his own skin.
But it is tomorrow.
Ordinary.
And his armor protects him so
once again,
once he forgets about
the tears.
And his thunderous words starts again
until he remembers again
after he smells the salt water
on my face.
I wait
until he remembers,
another day. -
Scythe42 commented on the post, simple 5 months, 2 weeks ago
I fall into a crack
like a computer virus,
some misfit
in juvenile detention,
wondering how I got here,
where I am,
who I could possibly be
in this crack in time,
isolated from
the universe,
the forces that made me win,
made me succeed
as I followed them into the vortex
of utter terror,
like a sheep following
the dinosaur into the comets.
But why can’t I leave them?
Am I any better by simply
following the herd?
Failure always ends in failure
and independence does the same.
It’s no fun and games. -
Scythe42 commented on the post, bury 7 months, 1 week ago
The world keeps moving,
like a Charlie Brown song on repeat,
reiterating its existential qualities.
And we bury our past,
forget what we learned from the mistakes
and the horrors of everyday life,
depressive […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, binding 8 months, 1 week ago
The clothing hugged me
like cling-wrap.
I felt bound,
like I was walking
underwater,
and my legs could feel
everything
as I moved across the ocean floor.
They felt lighter somehow,
but more of a […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, stillness 8 months, 2 weeks ago
The brushes
enter your ear
like warm sand on your face.
Her voice like sunshine
on a cold winter day.
The tangy guitar
bittersweet-ly stings your ear
like biting into a fierce orange.
The words enter your […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, stillness 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I slip under the grass
like a child’s blanket.
The sky, crystal blue
above me,
reminds me of my future self,
staring endlessly
into a vast, beautiful
emptiness
that is my life.
The potential
to reach […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, salvation 8 months, 3 weeks ago
My head bobs slowly,
a buoy in the sea,
bobbing up and down
and up
and
down
and
up
and
down
until
the waves
the sound
pushes me back
and forth,
every beat
a separate froth
against the […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, patrol 10 months ago
Hiccups
are like awkward chickens.
Poems are like
awkward sentences
mingled with sense
and wisdom,
like a penny hitting the ground
tails up.
And sometimes life
is an awkward breath,
a frantic inhalement […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, overalls 10 months, 2 weeks ago
He wore overalls.
I wondered why
choices are so hard to make
when they are not
for someone else.
The sky widens like
some apocalypse,
lightning ready to strike us down
at any moment.
The thunder I could […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, configuration 10 months, 4 weeks ago
My configuration
is growing weirdly.
My body rejecting the thoughts
and feelings that I try so hard
to embed into my skin.
My brain trying to overtake
my organs
and my skeleton,
trying to change
my […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, jelly 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Sometimes
I remember the walks we took
at 9:27, the stars
lighting the grass
and the fireflies,
tiny flying comets
in our midst.
We held our hands
and lulled through the grass
humming quiet tunes to […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, architecture 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Midnight walks,
lights shading the triangles,
the structures of sturdiness
that we seem to live in so easily,
with our shelter and our arrogance,
leading us to nothing except
green paper that doesn’t […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, pile 1 year ago
The night sky gleamed
in the open field
as a pile of logs
burnt heavy summer flames.
The grass hot with ash
and paper crumbs.
People making noise,
light banter,
a few punches being thrown,
bodies striving […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, backspace 1 year ago
The backspace key
is pressed down,
but does not know
what is pressing it,
only that is exists,
not that it exists
attached to a “keyboard”,
a thing made of plastic,
its insides working
with […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, disregard 1 year ago
I disregarded the one word
and wrote about dark matters.
I disregard people
who bother me
because I believe that will
make me look strong and
fearless,
and not damaged
by words.
If I don’t respond
I will […] -
Scythe42 commented on the post, disregard 1 year ago
People elude me.
Sometimes I wonder
if hate and love
are as close as
edges on a sword.
While sitting on the line,
the blade cuts
a deep wound,
a clean vertical
slit under your eyes,
slowly widening
each […] -
Scythe42 posted an update in the group
In a world of my own 1 year ago…The world would still remain a mystery.
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Scythe42 posted an update in the group
In a world of my own 1 year agoIn a world of my own, no one would joke about what race you are or what sex you are. We would joke about funny things, things that don’t hurt people. We would play board games and card games and treat them as regular activities. The earth would rotate 2 times slower, and cigarettes would be banned. There wouldn’t be snow. Flowers would bloom during every season of the year.
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Scythe42 commented on the post, primitive 1 year ago
I never hear the trains
go by anymore.
I hear them almost every time of night.
But I don’t recognize a bit of sound.
But when I walk by them
I can see the metal tanks,
the massive weights
being pushed […] - Load More
