So, I entered this spoken word poetry contest, and it would really mean a lot to me if you guys would like this…
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from memory
she drains too easily
metabolic crisis of the frayed mind
to stop, and float in a celestial soup
without words, because language
wipes the memory clean, a clean slate
every single day with the slightest modulations based off
hormonal imbalance
my homeostasis is not static
and I, I wish I could remember
everything I’ve wanted to forget
but my limbic system waters down the color
of the heart
because you don’t deserve it
no one does
thats what he did, why do we always move from the literal to the abstract
the concrete to the clouded?
because I know nothing of numbers, words
anymore, maybe
and it keeps me away from touching what begs to be touched,
keep your cup empty because you have to be prepared
(anything can happen to anyone and it’s best to be prepared)
your plans will be changed
your cooperation will be appreciated by us
who is us, and what am I working against?
a woman with a voice and stance so powerful it makes me sick
my moth,
my grey horizon on a sea so still that nobody could see it?
what is your heart of darkness
and who is your untouchable
(fuck it dear, you just need sleep)
iM NOT IN THIS FANDOM BUT fUCK THE AUDIO THE AUDIO
I will never fucking get over this audio post
never
accurate
so can i download this somewhere
I wish for Jared to hear this.
(Source: forestofsam)
white blank page by mumford and sons and stuff.
my tolerance for shitty pop music rises with the temperature.
“you need to learn routine”
most days you stumble downstairs
not because you’re hungry
but because there’s pills to take
You breath out like bellows
and you push,
push,
push
but nothing seems to work.you hope that no one notices
that you’re all right.
(today)they told you it was temporary
a stop gap as you learn how to handle
but months became years
and years became more years
and you swallow,
swallow,
swallow
them dry.you hope that skill
will never be used.
(tomorrow)
sometimes i am able to articulate what i wish to say
I possess within me a great deal of unforgivable contrasts.
I am pretty enough to believe it, and ugly enough to deny other’s their own good nature and face.
I am intelligent enough to know my own minds, and foolish enough to freely speak it.
I am brave enough to stand for what I believe, but cowardly enough to fall when pressed about it.
I am human enough to weep for those lost, but not quite human enough to wish for revenge.
I am what I am not, and consequently, can’t be what I would.
I exist by the will of others, and will end in such the same manner.
I know enough to know I am nothing more than what I pretend to be, and yet don’t know enough to realize when I am pretending, and when I am not.
I’m just brilliant enough to be you, and arrogant enough to say I am more than that.
I would be your friend, but I just really can’t be bothered to try right now.
I am humanity.
I am God.
I have no God.
God has no me.
God is me.
God is humanity.
A very clever friend of mine made a cute little video called ‘Doctor Who for Beginners’.
