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Callous tips from blistered thoughts that
Slur and slant on the page like blue blood
Congealing where consciousness runs into
Streams and nonsensical things.
I capsize the page and in my rage
Scrawl my heart into verse, immortalising
The perverse defiance and yearning that
Tears the very fabric from my soul.
I am less than whole.
Less than whole, but more than nothing,
I feel nothing but the suffering which brings
As much joy as it does misery. Blinded,
But in my periphery I see selfishness and
Hate, which conjugate with love and narcotics.
Everything is episodic and I cease to
Function. Then I cease to be at all.
Slur and slant on the page like blue blood
Congealing where consciousness runs into
Streams and nonsensical things.
I capsize the page and in my rage
Scrawl my heart into verse, immortalising
The perverse defiance and yearning that
Tears the very fabric from my soul.
I am less than whole.
Less than whole, but more than nothing,
I feel nothing but the suffering which brings
As much joy as it does misery. Blinded,
But in my periphery I see selfishness and
Hate, which conjugate with love and narcotics.
Everything is episodic and I cease to
Function. Then I cease to be at all.
Literature
I am a Girl
I let out a cry,
As you shove me into a wall,
Of the darkened hall,
I slid down to a sitting position,
As you worsen my condition,
My eyes blurred by tears,
But you can't seem to hear.
I am a girl,
You should treat me fair,
Instead of yelling and hitting,
And pulling out my hair.
Leaving me crying,
In the dark,
You start to breaking and throwing,
Things that are sharp,
Glass start to fly,
I hope it gets into your eye,
But instead it hits me in the thigh.
I am a girl,
You should treat me fair,
Instead of yelling and hitting,
And pulling out my hair.
Police arrives at the door,
And they pin you to the floor,
They take me to a home,
Where I'
Literature
Ghost Boy and Lover Girl
Every night a girl went to sleep,
where she met a boy.
who would come alive in her dreams.
They would fly and fall with the stars,
sit on the moon and look out into the sun,
burning bright lights faded the colour of her eyes,
and injected something of love and warmth in her heart.
Every night a girl went to sleep,
where she met a boy.
who would come alive in her dreams.
In the day, he would grace her,
in daydreams, she never knew how bad it was until
he started to appear on impulse by her calls.
With magic of fading into walls.
Every night a girl went to sleep,
where she met a boy.
who would come alive in her dreams.
A gho
Literature
Girl in the Glass
I hate this girl
With the sneer on her lips
Her fingers knotted in her pretty hair
Her eyes are wild
Manic, sadistic
She's so curvy it's almost sad
She can't hold down a diet
She's hideous
And stupid
She keeps yanking down her sleeves to cover those pathetic scars
Her eyes are droppy
Her legs too wide
Ink stains on her finger tips
And pentagram's drawn on her sneakers
She has a silver ring and leather coat
She's so desperate to worm into some else's skin
I don't want to hate her but I do
Who is this, stupid bitch who's smiling like she doesn't have a clue?
Putting on a brave face? Ready to face her accuser?
He's waiting in the car
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Excellent! I very much enjoyed the powerful rhythm of the lines in this, and I especially appreciated this line: "I capsize the page and in my rage." Well done! 