hold me close and open me (open close, open close) by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
hold me close and open me (open close, open close)
here is a haiku to set the mood:
i view you with eyes
of telescopes. you see me
through a blind man's eyes.
i am as depressed as my
tongue. an examination
of my uvula lets doctors
tell me what's wrong
with me
everything
your orthodontist told me
to close my eyes
& open my mouth
your optometrist told me
to close my mouth
& open my eyes
you told me
to close my heart
& open my legs,
but i just closed the window
of your Facebook, a window
of opportunity,
& opened a door
shaped like your
nothing.
as i exited,
i found my
Something
satan threw me a slumber party by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
satan threw me a slumber party
im tired
of you, and
im tired of
Miss Irony;
im tired of OCD,
im tired of poetry,
im tired of counting
and miscounting sheep,
im tired of losing my mind
to cosmetic con artists who make
more money than banks,
who make more sense
than a vending machine;
who make their mind up,
down,
not minding their dirty,
shady business.
oh, how i envy those poisoned Disney Princesses
im tired of blitzkrieg alarm clocks that snooze louder than me,
and
im tired of vinyl pinups (un)dressing up my hypnophobic lids
and
im tired of the poltergeist who keeps fucking up cushion clouds
and
Dear self:
stop hiding your personality from some of those you love the most.
just tune in, tune out, dive in and let loose.
maybe they'll love you even more.
Dear self:
let your screams turn into acid-covered dreams.
nothing shows emotion more than a scream.
we all know you've got a lot of it.
Dear self:
You cause yourself more pain looking in the mirror than anything else you do.
I think it's because you're not sure what you're seeing.
sometimes I think you're scared of what you don't understand.
actually, I know you are.
Dear self:
your love and acceptance for all the types of people there are is rare.
but don't let it blind
a woman with a fever sighs.
a woman with a fever draws back the blinds until her eyelids cannot open any further. all she sees, is all she ever sees. the patchy grass parched from summer's heat and a boy's bike collecting spider webs and the kind of sand that never quite washes from your skin.
she recollects her mind, which was tucked away neatly in her nightstand drawer so as to not dream too hard at night. she puts on worn slippers and a scratchy bathrobe and heads for the kitchen.
on the fridge, held by a silver magnet (one that offers no more than cold practicality) is a small photo of a boy no older than six. taking the photo from the
100 Things To Smile About by rideaseeker629, literature
Literature
100 Things To Smile About
100 Things To Smile About
1. cartoons
2. Moments in scary movies that make you jump then laugh at yourself for screaming like a girl
3. hot cookies while the center is still gooey
4. catching that perfect shot with the camera
5. laughing until your cheeks hurt
6. the person or thing that makes you laugh like that
7. catching green lights
8. laying with a friend on the hood of your car
9. blasting loud music while beating your friend in a car race while never going over the speed limit
10. warm long showers in the morning
11. seeing somone you love after a long time apart
12. curly hair
13. a book that you still love no matter how
I fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who