Today is all about secret hideouts, cubbies, and lairs! What does yours look like? What is it called? What's the secret handshake?
The young writers have just disappeared into The Three Doors, Hidden Secrets, and The Southern Cross...
Im like Oprah but instead of cars I give the guys that ghost me poems. You get a poem! You get a poem! You get a poem!!!! I know you didn't ask but here you go! Just so you know, IM FINE!!! Here's your goddamn poem! You knew this was bound to happen, I warned you when we met that I'd turn you into some sick metaphor, that i would twist your pretty face into some lofty image and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it because you'd be too scared of me to say anything at that point. I won't write anymore about you I swear. Okay maybe one more, months from now when I'm crying on the bathroom floor again, planning a conversation that will never happen again, wondering why I wasn't worth an explanation or apology again. You ghosts, you disappear but you haunt my every thought. Did you plan this? Do you want me to feel this much pain? Anyways. Here's your poem. I hope you're happy. Goodbye.
Oh she's in pain you know? She's in a lot of pain. Betcha didn't know that. Betcha didn't catch that. She's in pain did you know? Did she tell you? Did you hear her whisper to you when you were absorbed to your skull. Full of your own dreams. Did you know she pained? _______________________________________________________________ Did you hear her cries. Did you listen the sound of her wailing in despair. She was asleep and you wasn't there. Did you see the way she tossed and turned. Did you see the way she clutched the bed sheets in agony from the pain? Oh she was pained y'know. I bet you didn't really know. Did you lie to her? When you said it was okay? Did you hear the silence of her breath as it hit her chest every night? Did you want to touch that? Did you yearn a little to know? To feel the lightning bolt of agonising pain when she threw herself to the floor. _______________________________________________________________Possessed possessed! She was a little possessed. She had a witches tongue writhing into her stomach , eating her words. She had a tangle of a monster grabbing each emotion by mouth. Biting hard with its beastly teeth. And did you see the way her hand crawled out to meet yours? Did you see the way you moved yours away? Did you see that. She felt it. Oh she did. Oh she pained she did. Did you feel it too?
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Hope y'all like this, this little "series" is based off of the truth and it helps to write it sometimes.
This isn't my best but I was rushing to finish it to post today!!
Interwoven Spells¿? 🐒 🗝 🃏 🎭 ☉ 🌙 ✨ 🔥 ⚛ 🕉 ♾ 🎴 🀄 ☄ We Dance Of Dance 'Where' Of Time Like Particles Of Meaning Quite Puzzling May Seem! How Fragile Each Meaning Weaves Interwoven Fabrics Of Layers Tis Of Great Mystery! Beyond Veils 'There' Transcendent Of Coolness! Cosmic Bliss Whereabouts Of Guises Reaching Orbital Turns Of This Mortal Coil Asking Wombs Of Catacombs Echoes Vortex Voyage Tis Masquerade Of Disguises! Questions Leap! 'Where' Of Angles Seep! Hours Within Depths Of Fathomless Symposium Thus Catches Offhand Sleight Of Ways! Mystic Peculiarities Of Answer Wrap Delicately Of Mysterious Quest! Against Wicked Mischievous Wonder 'Where' Seams Weave Beyond As, Shadow Of Corners Sum Relative Of Collective Philosophies Art Of Proportion Vast Of Dream...Tis Curious Of Reasoning Where Of Answers Thus Sense Of Meaning Relativity Thus Lean¿? °Bone Moon°
Her brain was her worst enemy but she didn't know it
Whirlwind of negative thoughts
Attacks around every corner of happy
Years of programming
So many lies
Her heart would often sing sweet nothings to her
But the lies came with evidence unlike the fleeting passions of her inner core
Her brain had no match
She's learned me to trust it more than her deceitful heart
She believed the lies and grieved her heart
They were all she truly knew
All she's ever been told
They had to be true
After all, it was her own brain