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History

So the filthy word becomes bespoke to hellish  pleasure absorbed by walls history’s forgotten  treasure

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A wish

My greatest wish is skin against skin coupled with the sweet  blessed silence of heart against heart.

Building a beating living breathing wall against the world.

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Shame

Sometimes I feel ashamed

I don’t know how or why

maybe it’s inflicted by all the people passing by

The wonderful world we heard of

in every dance and song

is merely an illusion

hiding all that’s wrong

People are stupid, it’s said

and individuals are smart

yet both the flock and the one

can break a spirit, a heart.

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Lie

Don’t use me for a heart to heart because I’ll have to speak.

Denying you is apparently insulting

so I’ll have to break open my ribcage

Just for you, so you won’t feel slighted

Your loss- for not waiting for trust. I’ll lie

lie

lie

until my tongue rots.

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Prompt: Slytherin Dorm Living

(A friend of mine gave me the prompt Slytherin dorm living, and this is the result. Also, I love Slytherin, I am sorted as one on Pottermore, so yeah, this is not Slytherin bashing, this is just for fun)

In the dungeon, the noisy dungeon

Draco whines tonight

In the dungeon, the deep dark dungeon

it’s a common sight.

Between the students, the tired students

they all form a plan

oh, the students, the weary students

they do all they can!

Slither quiet, tip-toe quiet

to the dorms we go

Slither silent, tip-toe silent

Lay the dragon low

Then there’s fighting, a lot of fighting

blond hair comes in tufts

Crazy fighting, die-hard fighting

knee him in the guts

In the dungeon, the quiet dungeon

Draco can’t be seen (or heard)

In the dungeon, the noiseless dungeon

The mood is quite serene (so weird)

Edit: do me a favor? Take it from the top to the tune of “In the Jungle”

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Metaphorical Blindness

(TW: Ableist language)

Blindness is a blessing in disguise and the most awful thing that ever happens if you can’t see yourself you can’t hate yourself if you can’t see yourself you can’t love yourself. Not talking blind eyes, eyes, blind,  no light, color, nothing not blind-blind no talking light, color, shapes figures, numbers, letters without seeing a thing

If you can’t see your crude behavior the stuff that pushes everyone away away, away so far away  like snow before a snowplow barreling through your life without care for anyone because you can’t see how lonely do you end up, eventually?

If you can’t see the good things like your passion, your tolerance for pain your abilities, skills you won’t know your self worth worth, worth, worth nothing nothing not a thing,  in for a penny in for a pound you should be in for a thousand, in for a hundred thousand you have worth How do you grow? If you can’t see where the soil is the weakest

You can feel it? 

You can taste it?

You can hear it?

You can smell it?

But your blindness is metaphorical and all encompassing. Because metaphorical blindness isn’t it isn’t the lack of sight but it is the lack of ability to see, touch, taste, hear, smell all the senses, dulled, devoid, dashed senseless numb deaf to your very own self

how do you live?