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@theinnanimatehuman
I would rather read a million words of the worst, most out of character, poorly spelled, Mary Sue OC'd fanfic ever written by a human being than a single sentence of AI slop fanfic. Write your stories yourself. Write them badly. Write them earnestly. They are beloved and charming and necessary.
“If I was to say it was too good to be true
The fear of life, living as someone new?
I’ve gone so long without words to say
My whole life’s been so longingly fake.
Pretending to be someone’s Polly pocket,
I’m so good for you before I can stop it.
But now I’m living in realization….
I’m in enlightenment. Bitch I fucking made it.”
-The Inanimate Human (JLM)
“Validating my feelings with you
An inhale to make my blacks turn blue
Piling more into my veins
In hopes I won’t continue going insane
Needing you more when I say I’m done
Going on with my life pretending you’re fun
Living in the notion, this is how it has to be
In order to organize the mindless feed,
Feeding into me
Equalizing you to my air, because breathing oxygen is a unreachable fucking dare”
-The Inanimate Human (JLM)
“Getting to the point of not caring anymore
Crying in the shower, sitting on the bathroom floor.
Shaking from the crying washes water from my eyes.
Figuring out who I am, what’s going on in my mind.
Body becoming frozen from feet on no concrete
No where to run, no where to fleet.
Struggling to get out of the quicksand I call my life
While trying to make it through without drowning in a very sharp knife.
No shape of time, no shape of mine.
Continuing to tell everyone “I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine.”
Deep in the consciousness of my void
Silent as the conversations with my ghosts.
The place that creates no noise.
Welcome to hell humans, I am your host.”
-JLM
“We played, we had fun, until it was done.
We smiled, we laughed, we climbed then we crashed.
We screamed, we cried, when kissed each other hello then goodbye.
We cherished moments we created till soon enough our memories faded.
Faded to darkness within our minds. Listening to foul voices saying it is time.
Time to end the suffering of us. Swinging around the words we had cussed.
We held on to dear life, praying to god, please make this right.
But no god and no man ever could, end the tug of war where we stood.”
-Jamie Lynn (The Inanimate Human)
A hole in the middle of a body
Unstitched, so sore, it’s throbbing.
So empty with sympathy, you’re feeling numb.
“should I pick up a bandage to cover the blood?”
-Jamie Lynn
“Punching something repeatively till your knuckles turn red
Sounds like fun to my sanity, in my own head.
Fucking with your feelings and making you cry,
Gives me so much joy, I feel like I can fly.
Playing with your heart, like a Jack in the box.
You tell me to stop, but I fucking will not.
Pain is a happiness hidden behind scars,
Some will stay open and some will disappear with the stars.
Just because they disappear doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
“Just brush it off your shoulder” they say as I stare.
Stare in the darkness looming over my mind,
Trying to find those scar-like stars written in the sky.”
-Jamie Lynn
Sleepless nights, wandering flights.
Where my mind is going?
Tried the pills to make it stop.
Better than closing eyes to the unknowing
Where every demon can catch me, my anxiety is me
All the hallucinations are real.
I can see, hear, smell and think everything my own could seal.
Pen to paper, fantasy is fun. In my mind, from fantasy I run..
I try to speak but something stops me, leaving me with breathlessness, No other human would receive.
The moments I’d wish words vomit from my mouth Instead I am struggle, words without.
My mind begs my body to move
“Hurry, run fast. I’ll catch up with you soon”
But we stay in the same place, as the fantasy in my brain can erase
all the mobility in my body,
leaving me in the morning, sore and sobbing.
-Jamie Lynn
“Did not fall asleep tonight, too busy staring into the dark.
Did not count the sheep in my sleep, that grow horns and embrace my spark.
Did not drink tea to calm the nerves that shattered saneful thoughts,
Maybe that’s because I preferred to be a little crazed and highly undetoxed.
Did not attempt to curb the initiatal moment where I decide to make wrong choices
Of not taking what was given to me, to quiet down the voices.
But while choosing to not silence the noises running in my mind,
I have dejected that part of my brain which turns water into wine.
Wine with which whining wimpers weep,
Willowed worries with wanderlust weeks.
Weeks with what I cannot say,
Heartbeats pitching fowl play.
I’ve come out today.”
-Jamie Lynn
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Hollow depth seeps the parts of me that do not explain myself
We try to fill them up with ideas, Instagram posts, friendship, or even personal projects.
But is that enough? Because even though you are expressing these emotions, no one will understand.
Even the closest of lovers will judge you because it is not the “right way” aka their way..
Well I’d like the right way if a doctor could show me, because all I see are pills and goals stars. But do I see change?
If yes, good for you. If not you have the right to do your research and learn more about it without anyone judging you. If they judge you for growing, then maybe they aren’t the right one for you.
This was not a poem, it was a rant.
I’m reading Dracula right now and I gotta say it is definitely my new favorite classic novel. Before it was Frankenstein but Bram Stoker Stole my heart!🖤
What’s your favorite classic novel? I’m just interested since the spooky season is coming and I’ll need a list for my TBR📚
I’m Seeing Ghosts Again
I write the title, you write the poem! Reblog with your piece :D
“Here I am again, in the darkness supreme to me.
The colorless pigment lugs on my shoulders for me, to carry the weight of my sins. I carry it on my mind.
Phantom whispers find their way into my skull to remind my heart to beat irregularly.
Ringing ears fill the voided of where meaningless words used to be.
Darkness...why don’t you like me? When I only what to learn from you.
To learn what it means to be alone, quiet, serene.
Independent, maybe even a little carefree
All the things I am not, to learn from something else that is also not. At least not anymore.
But this darkness, this nothing I see. I feel it too. It is the definition of who we are and what we stand for. It is a reflection of ourselves
If you see nothing and hear the phantoms yelling in your ear, the shadow looming in your presense.
Do you speak to it? Or do you allow it to control you?”
I speak. I speak because I must speak for those who no longer can. When I stand in the days light to give my speech, you will see that darkness following me.
And is it a comfort? I want to say yes. It is the comfort of knowing that I can run back to the darkness, because we actually are friends.”
(Even though it is a love hate relationship right now lol)
The Haunting
This wasn’t the hill I was expecting you to die on
Yet here we gather, laying flowers on your grave
But you did not have it in yourself to go with grace
And even as nature erodes flesh and bone
Even as time makes our memories feel like they aren’t our own
You haunt me like a shadow
You’ve poisoned my blood and crawl through my veins
You’ve stained every surface of my life like a stubborn wine stain
You did not have it in yourself to go with grace
I see you in the flowers blooming through the cracks on an unforgiving sidewalk
I hear you in the wooden creaks of an abandoned home
The biting chill of winter mimics your touch
You did not have it in yourself to go with grace
The flowers I once left on your grave have now wilted and withered away
Many cycles of the moon have now come and gone
The pages of our book have now been engulfed in dust
My tears have now dried and my scars have now healed
You did not have it in yourself to go with grace, but I can find it in myself to leave your ghost in peace
Might I be the first to say that local poets do not get enough recognition. (Probably because we hide it from the world on tumblr hehe). But this poem, this is pure art. probably one of my favorite poems I’ve ever heard. I would love to pick your brain a lil but I feel I already learn who you are through your poetry!
“The darkness and I are but not friends
We used to have something, but we couldn’t make amends.
To the simple notion that I am too scared to say,
The darkness and I, hand in hand,
my mind runs away.
We used to play with ideas that are revoked
With little studdurs or sudden chokes
Of me remenescing with my past
Filled will unspoken words or moments that happened too fast.
I don’t believe the darkness and I will ever be friends again.
We do not share nothing nicely and nothing is what I fret.
But it follows me where ever I go,
In the daylight, the darkness is my shadow.”
Stephen King once said that writers and readers have telepathy which is why when a writer creates an image, we can see it in our minds as readers. This picture just reminded me of that. Thank you for coming to my ted talk❤️
Vibrations are the tunes pumping through my blood
Pounding at the most painful spots, continue till it’s done.
When it finishes, an ocean crashes around my brain
Too much to even bare, becoming illogically insane.
There are no lifeguards to cast a tube, to tame me from drowning.
I’d die nobely from the truth that the days are all I’m counting.
I sink to the bottom where all my darkest secrets like to hide, cut them all wide open and leave them with a surprise.
The gift I left is one you cannot buy at a store,
it is one that you forget, wishing you had gotten something more.
They would all stay at the bottom of the murky deserted sand, each sin getting better at facing
Me with the upper hand.
