606iums 🎀🪅🍮

where I write poor poetry

[606iums]

Hi dearie one of your anon fans is back (the second one!) how are you doing I missed your poetry I will absolutely read through all the poems I missed once I get the time

im okay 🩷 glad to have you back 🩷 let me know what you think if you feel inclined 🩷 missed you

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"Hello God,"

Hello God,

Do you mind if we speak for a moment?

Recently I've died,

And I know this is Heaven

But it doesn't feel like it.

Yes, I know,

Everyone is happy,

Everyone is good, I'm grateful for that.

But I don't think I'm happy.

I miss things, human things.

I hope you can understand.

I miss solving problems,

I miss getting stuck with my friends,

I miss arguing with them,

I miss resolving things,

I miss consequences,

I miss getting lost,

I miss people being mean,

I want to be mean,

I want to mess with people again,

I want to be messed with,

Is this really all there is?

I suppose, God,

What I'm asking is,

Do you need an assistant?

I don't need to be an angel or anything,

It's just,

Isn't there anything more?

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"Felicette, Hello!"

Felicette!

You made it home!

You made it home, Felicette!

You made it all the way to space! 15 minutes, Felicette!

Tell me, Felicette!

Did Orion pet you? Did you run around the rings of Saturn? Did you nap in the little dipper?

I need to know, C 314! How did you survive? What are the effects?

Hush now, C 314 You'll go to sleep now

Will you wake up?

Will you wake up amongst the stars? Tell me, Felicette Tell me if you meet Laika Tell me if you trip over the astronauts of Apollo 13

Don't cry, Felicette Space claims all who have ambitions towards it,

You have a place amongst the stars! Keep us all in orbit, Felicette, Playing with your toys, You'll have many more now, Nine!

Send a postcard, Felicette! Come again soon! Bonjour, and Bonsoir

But most importantly, Goodnight.

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"Sylvia Plath Run Free"

Sylvia Plath covered the doors to her children's bedrooms with towels Then she stuck her head in the oven

Would you have done the same Did you do the same

You left me You thought it was for the best

Was this the towel you stuck under my door?

You'd think things would be different Now we're under the same roof You'd think she'd be my mother

When I told you what had been done to me The words said, the violence struck You told me it takes two to tango

Was this the towel you stuck under my door?

I bought a necklace, a beautiful necklace I had been dreaming of it all my life When I showed it to you and tried to tell you

You said you didn't care

Was this the towel you stuck under my door?

You say you'll be dead soon And I only feel bad that I don't feel worse

Was this the towel you stuck under my door?

Or is this you sticking your head in the oven?

You could've done something with your life at least Before doing either

You said you wanted that "something" to be being a mother Which child will you love enough to make that happen?

Which child will you save? We have enough towels for all of us But who will you love enough to save?

Or is it just yourself?

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"Little Girl Heaven"

Little Girl Heaven, Wearing your Sunday best, It’s where we all go When it’s time to rest. Little Girl Heaven, Where you eat Lip Smacker all day long

Someday I’ll go to Little Girl Heaven, It’s Grandma’s house, quarter past seven. She lets you stay up, You’ll never learn your lesson, And she even has a dog.

Little Girl Heaven, Wearing your Sunday best, It’s where we all go When it’s time to rest. Little Girl Heaven, Where you wear your princess gown all day long.

Someday I’ll go to Little Girl Heaven, My babysitter’s the Virgin Mary. I’ll ask her why the angels are so scary, She’ll say, “Run along now, little one.” Little Girl Heaven, Where every little girl gets along.

Little Girl Heaven, Wearing your Sunday best, It’s where we all go When it’s time to rest. Little Girl Heaven, Where you’re always missin’ Dad and Mom

And in Little Girl Heaven, There’s a boy named Ethan. He’s gonna give you a doll That your heart’s been missin’. She looks just like you, In Little Girl Heaven, There’s little boys too.

Little Girl Heaven, Wearing your Sunday best, It’s where we all go When it’s time to rest. Little Girl Heaven, Where you play with your dolly Till it’s time for bed.

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"No More Dancing Queen"

Eighteen Years Let the floor fall out Choking and suffocating and clawing Bending

Eighteen Ropes Wrapped around my wrists Digging and rubbing and burning Binding

Eighteen Boots Stomping on my bones Hard and soft and true Grinding

Eighteen Pills

Eight Days

January Thirty First

As I thought to myself I wasn't supposed to make it this far

One day after

She has cancer Should've gotten it sooner Should've died Then it wouldn't have been a choice To stop being my mother

Someone has to pick up the slack

She won't even let me die yet But it passes We all pass The days pass The clock ticks

Eighteen

At least I could go to war

Eighteen

Theres so much to do

I wish I could wait It was so much nicer To be seventeen

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hello my sparkly sugarplum your work is amazing as per usual and if you find yourself smiling it is because i am astral projecting to kiss you keep doing what you are doing

thank u beautiful gorgeous.. 😛😛😛😛😜😜😜🤪🤪 more work coming soon one day

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Once the World Caves In, by me

As the world caves in

I rest my eyes

Think about the pills I've taken

I think about how good we once had it

How much better it'll be

Once the world caves in

Everyone will walk a little lighter

Their shoulders held higher

Maybe hearts a little tighter

But freer

Once they see what I've done to me

As the world caves in

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i hate ai

The only reason people like ai is because they want to replace the human soul mind and heart with what makes things more profitable with no recourse for life and living it and creating and consuming those creations because a human life will never weigh more than a dollar and the earth will never be worth more than a dime and I hate ai

and just because you like ai and use it doesn't mean the ceo will spare you because he will have ai to lick his boots for him

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"Eat My Liver and Call Me Earl" by me

the mind forgets

but the body remembers

i will never be clean

my skin is tainted where they touched

my mind rots where i heard

have i ever been a virgin

will they forever own me

ill never be a child again

they robbed me of that chance

am i their whore

will i ever be more

will i ever be a person outside of them

it will never be my fault

but it sure feels like it is

will i ever be more than a figure on display

will someone see me as a person

am i only a prop in your pornographic mind

am i alive

did you ever do it again

did you do it before

did you at least love me while it happened

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"An Ode, from Daughter, to Father" by me

Gone you'll be

In the future, hopefully far

I'll miss you everyday

Snow, Rain, Shine

You're the Earth, Moon and Mars

You mean everything to me

I sit and think about the days

Where you'll be old and frail

Your mind gone

And I'm not in any of your memories

But you'll be in mine

And as long as one of us remembers

It'll be okay

I'll always be your daughter

Even as you rot

I'll love you every day

Even as I grow older

My age showing on my face

A pain in my joints

I may forget your laugh

I may forget your smile

I may forget our jokes

But I'll just be closer to meeting you again

And learning it all over

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"Norma Jean" by me

sweet Norma Jean

born 1926

born to be a star

did you expect them to do this to you?

no

no girl does

no matter how smart she is

every girl trusts a man

over and over again

no matter what that man does

bury themselves ogling you

not even with the name you owned

sweet Norma Jean

symbol of beauty sex and grace

doing what it took to survive in your Hollywood world

playboy on your right

lipstick on your nameplate

star of david, kissing your collar bone

like every man after your death

who did we bury first?

Marilyn?

or Norma Jean?

woman?

or child?

even today we sell you

you're worth more when you're gone

a fact you know all too well, Norma Jean

goodnight

i hope one day you're laid to rest

as who you were

not who they decided was worth mourning

diamonds are a girl's best friend

because maybe we aren't allowed to be unconditionally loved, like man

spare rib

spare parts

spare person

are we even people anymore

goodnight Norma Jean

goodnight

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"Mandel Bread and Sobriety" by me

Tw a bunch of sad sappy shit, sobriety as a metaphor, mentions of (not) self harming

passover mandel bread

crunchy, cakey cookie

i wonder if you'd taste as good now

was it the fact you tasted like being sober?

sober to the addiction of being unwanted

forcefully shot into my veins

the taste of being loved

taking another hit, another taste

Begging a god meant to love us

to love me

to make someone special

just to love me

to cleanse me

flip the green chip and watch it spin

who I can trust to scrub the spot on my back that will never be as clean without their help?

someone who will not think of me as a coward for not being able to show my pain properly?

not cutting myself

burning myself

instead just eating mandel bread

begging a god who could not

would not

save me

my hands calloused, despite not playing guitar, not swinging an axe bigger than I am, pressed together

tears roll down my cheeks

maybe the prayer of being able to survive--

maybe I was asking too much

he gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers

but I don't think I'm that strong

maybe they weren't that hard anyway

and maybe I should just eat some more mandel bread

and realize

maybe i deserved it anyways.

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pop a perc (mental illness) pop a poem

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"inner corner lashes" by me

I flick the mascara onto my lashes

Telescopic

Gloss my lips

I look over at the boy across the room

Does he notice?

I look in the halls

All the boys

None of them I know

Do they notice?

Am I pretty enough for you, stranger?

Pluck my brows

Shave my legs

Am I pretty enough?

Carefully curate

I am Michaelangelo

I am David

The worst form of addiction is validation

Every like

Every comment

Another hit

Another shot

The buzz lasts for one second longer

Am I pretty enough?

I pump my mascara, just the way they tell you not to

Am I pretty enough to be someone's muse?

Am I pretty enough to linger on someone's mind?

Will a boy find me so beautiful

He wants to destroy me?

Will he lure me?

Will he rip me apart from the inside out?

Will he eat my heart?

Will he keep my head in his closet?

Am I pretty enough?

As I bloat and decay,

to have been worth it?

Will he kiss my cracked, dry lips?

Would he hold my hand as I cry?

Would that scare him away?

If I was a person?

The fulfillment of a man finding you so beautiful

He wants to destroy you

Am I pretty enough to be harmed?

I will be

I would let him destroy and create me in his image

To be his perception of perfection

Just so he wouldn't glance another girls way

Am I pretty enough to be safe?

That as he snaps my neck

Someone steps from the crowd to save me?

Do I deserve a guardian angel?

Am I pretty enough to?

Am I pretty enough to be missed?

As I bloat and decay

My skin rots around my press on nails

As I disappear

Will people think of me

Think of my laugh

My smile

My essence

My person?

Am I pretty enough,

That someone will look past it all

And find they love it?

Will they drop to their knees?

Am I pretty enough to be happy?

Am I pretty enough to be terrible,

and still be forgiven?

What makes all of this worth living,

freedom

     or

        joy?

Am I pretty enough to be unattainable?

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"KISS" by me

I think I've always been scared of commitment

That's why I wear press on nails

I forgot how I imagined your kiss

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"10:00 am" by me

"What time is it?”

A girl asks

I've never seen her before

I don't know her name

Yet she asks

She trusts

Our worlds cross for the first

And last time

This will be the only time we meet

She won't remember this

I won't remember this

As I write this her face fades

The brain never forgets they say

Every person in your dreams

Is someone you saw once before

Maybe we'll meet again

In her dreams

In mine

I tell her it's ten o'clock

She wore glasses

I think