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torched
torched in a blackendd mirror
asleep among violets
amid sunrise catastrophe
i cannot live
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Poetry & Art
Schizoanalysis yields the gray room when and only when the rhizome comes from the corpus arcum, the body with no organs, the space without limits.
Outside the body, all analysis is possible.
And you can see how this “practice” is completely opposite to a perfect pragmatic approach. It may be difficult to apply your mental faculties when you are focusing all of your Selfhood into a rhizome, and reflecting that Being endlessly back into an undifferentiated fog of experience with no tangible aspect.
I pray to the God who sleeps, that he may take my organs swiftly! Leave me barren, Lord!
“I don’t believe in luck! I create my own luck!”. Most people seriously underestimate how luck plays a BIG/HUGE factor in life.
by niki
written by niki
A friend of mine used to tweet a phrase that always sticks with me: “Some people are lucky, some people are not.” That was some years ago, and the more I live now, the more I see (& realized/learned) that it’s true. Most people seriously underestimate how luck plays a BIG/HUGE factor in their lives. Or in life, for all that matters. I don’t know and I’m not sure if it’s due to the meritocracy thing (“If you work hard, you WILL succeed/reach success!”), or if it’s due to the ‘positive/optimistic’ self-help culture/trend/hype that is literally almost everywhere nowadays, etc etc. But I think it’s […]
I want to die, the second that I wake up and realize where and who I am. I want to die, checking my zero messages on my phone from my friends. I want to die, listening to a gloomy song on loop, while brushing my teeth. I want to die, when I eat breakfast at 8 pm, even when I have cake in front of me. I want to die, trying to distract myself from this urgent feeling, by watching YouTube.
I want to die, when I crave for coffee and feel short happiness imagining the taste in my mouth. I want to die, standing […]
Life ask death
“Why do people love me but hate you?”
Death replies
“Because your a beautiful lie and im the painful truth”.
What I believe that Man fears most is fighting something he cant see. Less or more terms, standing at the Egde and seeing nothing but Darkness. His mind drift’s far from reality. Without sails. Without hope of finding Trust in himself he can never truly know what He can Become. A best friend, A Respected Worker, Perhaps even A Husband to a Loved one.
The future is hard to ignore and the world wont wait for you. It will always move forward.. Time.. That’s what it is, isn’t it?
Some would Argue that Time doesn’t exist and it’s just an […]
How fucked is the world we live in today?
These days I can say that I am:
One of the few that haven’t been sexually abused
One of the few that haven’t had a knife pulled on them
And I am
One of the many that have an eating disorder
One of the many that self harm
One of the many that have tried to kill themselves
We live in a society today where so many people and especially at young ages are suffering or experiencing such traumatic things.
What’s on your mind, bud? Talk to me.
I know you came on this website to see what people have to say, to see if you can leave any comments. And I also know that you want to leave comments on people to help them with the shit they’re going through.
SCREW THAT. THAT’S NOT WHY YOU’RE HERE. YOU’RE HERE BECAUSE YOU NEED HELP, YOU NEED SOMEONE WHO’LL LISTEN.
I WILL LISTEN.
Leave a comment, let’s talk. I’ll listen. No judgement, no problem-solving (unless you want it). I’ll try my best to understand, I’ll try my best to here you until you’re through, and most importantly I WILL NOT LEAVE […]
i cannot ascertain, fathom, or comprehend any aspect. This singular existence forces me into an infinitely internal personality, i find myself within to the extent i am not within.
in my self i lose my self.
the intentional anitmony, contrived. it’sallasymptomatthispoint
Explain this to me,
You post on your story that you want someone to talk to
But when I ask if you do,
You tell me you can’t
You tell me you love me
I wonder if you really do
Please just tell me the truth
I wish you the best, and I really do love you, but I don’t know if you love me back
Please just open up to me
I want you to be happy, but I can’t force you to, I think I’m going to crack
All the fakes disintegrate
All the family secretly hates
Only person standing by me is myself
To take on a world that knows hate more than love
Were people love to play God
And be the judge of your life
Were money determines your life and how you live
Were money determines how much respect to give
The only religion i ever knew was money
Were decency and morals are lowered everyday
When you wake up, you’re in a monopoly game
Were money was so important, we sell our souls
And kill the planet to make that money
Come Inside
Welcome Darkness,
Wrap me up in a blanket of your cold embrace.
Watch the light as it flickers out.
Hello Lonely,
Surrounded by friends or demons so close.
I couldn’t tell if you were there.
Goodbye Sanity,
No one can see the tangled lands in here.
I’ve fallen to far to find you.
Finally, Death, my old friend,
Ive waited here forever in hopes that you could come.
Take me to your home.
I’ve lost near all hope, yet idk what that entity is and why It keeps this flame alive. But when that time comes I’ll know I would be free to do anything without guilt and insecurities.
All i know is that this hope holds me here, chained, while oxygen feeds into my soul. The air feels thin. The weight feels heavier. The people.. those parasites. They refuse to understand that we are barbaric by Nature. Crule and capable of extreme physical and mental dangers to the living. Pretending that Light is bright enough to chase out the darkness. But in this world you cant have good […]
Yours eyes were like heaven.
Your smile was like nothing i have ever seen.
Your face was like nothing I could have imagined.
Was this love?
Was this what i have always wanted?
The way you looked at me was what I have always wanted.
Now your eyes remind me of what I thought i wanted.
Your smile reminds me of my mistakes
Your face reminds me of beauty but not beauty within
What we had was not the love i wanted.
What i wanted was more then what you are capable of.
The way you look at me now is the way you have always […]
Hair as dark as ebony.
Lips as red as wild berries.
Skin as pale as the silver moon.
A wonderful sight to behold, truly.
A goddess among many;
a kind-hearted soul to boot.
Thy is what many would call
beautiful, Snow White.
Though, life…
is far from a fairy tale.
I wish I was as gentle as her.
I wish I wasn’t such an eye sore to others.
I wish I had her worth.
I wish I was her.
I shan’t touch her silky
and delicate skin
for I will taint it with my dirty hands.
I shan’t breathe her air
for I will pollute it with my filth.
I shan’t […]
There’s a sinking in my stomach and a stabbing in my brain.
I find myself hiding and focused on the pain.
The wounds you cannot see are more severe than those you can.
But you can’t unwitness the bloody floor on which you stand.
You take a moment to contemplate, seeing through the terrifying darkness.
A realization that is suffocating, with its bitter sharpness.
The pit is so immense the light can’t reach the jagged rocks below.
You can look but you will never know.
I’m screaming with the unheard voice of agony.
You can’t feel this yet I’m seeking out your empathy.
I’m shaking violently to hold back the […]
An open book you can read
A closed, you cannot
Fake pages
So revealing
Yet so secretive
You can read so well
Yet you can’t read at all
A brand new book you’ve just opened
So new
So kind
So clean
Had it for months
The text grew weary
Behind it’s white pages
The secretive
The weary
Sad how
The one who cuts first
Will never be
The secretive
You always ask me
Question me
An answer unappealing
You ask again
Again
Again
Tell me
Since when do shackles ask
“Why are you bound?”
When do the devils ask
“Why are you bad?”
Since when
Could you ask your pot
“Why are you like this?”
That pipe, oh so short
How I sat next to it
So bright, as if it would’ve lasted centuries
So bright, I believed it was longer
Might’ve run the galaxies and back
It only lasted three months
Each time I returned,
It thinned a little more
Dimmed a little more
It cracked a little more
Until nothing was left
This one too, huh?
I placed it too high
Thought it too long
Thought it too sturdy
There is never
Anything
Sturdy Enough
Not even
The shoes I run the galaxies with
Why so blue?
My ambrosia
I wish you knew
I wish you understood
The fires inside
Burning my skin
Burning my mind
Burning my heart
Making me blind
If you know
If you understand
Pick at my petals
This flower’s wilting anyway