#poems?

[5555-2368]

anyone interested in being part of a small peteray zine that people can print at home?

[livinweirdrandom]

Sighs and hands Tobias a gun and a rule free wish muffin here you go, love. The muffin tastes good, because God forbid you suffer more. Kill your enemies. End this reality. Become the god you never had. Burn this place to the ground, like the burnt out star you were, and the black hole you will become. You are no demon they anticipated- you are an angel coming down to undo the mistakes of humanity- existing. Puts hands on his shoulder, looking into his eyes end it. Save it. Be your savior and your downfall, and be the paradox you were destined to be, Tobias Curtis Schneien.

[sp0re-speaks]

Disatisfaction

A newer kind of restless Think she has a different name The old one knew the time to leave, only came in bursts To send me careening into the walls An explosion of needing-to-be Somewhere else

But this one lingers Like a cruel friend who won't take the cue to leave (Or probably chose to ignore it) A cruel friend who keeps me hungry Keeps me moving Keeps me dying- Or keeps me alive?

She says "Death is stagnation" I say "Is this not worse?" "Nothing could be worse than this. Look what you've become." "This is what I've always been."

But we both know that's a lie.

But she knows to keep me moving. She won't leave until I do. The only way out is through.

[goldwan]

Girls who never mean what they say girls who are always lying girls who suffer because life is exactly as Kierkegaard described. It can only be observed in reverse, but it must be lived in forward, girls who don’t understand themselves girls who don’t know what they want girls who don’t know what they’re saying girls who don’t understand the implications of their choices until it is too late and they can never go home. They can never go home. You can never go home again girls who are alone because it is impossible to be themselves because they do not know themselves and they cannot know themselves because ‘themselves’ are their own enigma that invades even their own mind, because they are changing with the wind, because there was nothing constant about them except her inconsistency, because there is nothing there, there is only in substance the unsubstantial. There is nothing there. There is a gas there is a void. She is a void. You think she is twisting you. You think she is hurting you, but she does not exist. She does not know her self. She does not know enough about any of this to decide she is lost too.

[bimsha]

does it ever hits you, out of nowhere, what it would be like if you actually love yourself? ive always feared those who have the confidence to conquer their demons and face the world with ragged scars still burning against their skin, and sometimes it does make me wonder, what if i start to love the girl i see in the mirror and embrace everything i am? what if, instead of thinking of death i start thinking about what i will make for dinner? what if i actually try all the things ive been wanting to do? what if i shed the burdens off my shoulder and take the day as it comes? what if i do it all? try doing it all? slowly, gradually, what if i get better? what if i start liking the stories i write? what if i accept compliments without discarding them as people being fake to my face? what if i actually reach out for help without wallowing in my own self regrets? for a moment all these what ifs seemed achievable and im convinced i can somehow go there and then im back there again, doom scrolling through instagram. im back there again, piling pills under my bed, searching toxins in the internet. im back there and im hating myself again, im thinking of death as its my second nature. and my wholehearted beliefs that i could be better crumbles to dust, my veins are burning with the desire to leave, to end it all but lords have mercy i would like to see the other side through these mountains of regret, sometimes i look at another person and the questions echo back from my soul, but why don't they teach us this in school, why don't they just tell us, to love yourself is the greatest virtue.

[fandomsoda]

“Tsundere acts aren’t cute.” - a fanon (anti???/angsty)Errorink poem/song excerpt (from Ink’s POV)

Lately I’ve been feeling blue, blue colors rule my emotions, you know that’s true but bitch, you’ve got me seeing RED RED RED with all the shitty things that you’ve said, said but you’re tryna paint it in a pink hue fuck no, fuck you

Tsundere acts aren’t cute!

Edit: this is not hate, it’s an angst premise and writing draft, please don’t get it twisted.

[kf2-at]

I'm definitely different from when I was a kid but idk if that's an entirely good thing