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Mind mine by InkatMidnight, literature

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Mind mine

For god’s sake, don’t say what you’re thinking. 49ers panning for gold a few decades too late A few centuries, a few failures, a few serpents In the garden: cart up your nuggets of wisdom And the surveyor scoffs at a barrow of mud. And maybe it’s good exercise but the mystics Call it what it is: smut and unrighteousness On my mind all day long. Virtue is named in the negative. Neti, neti. Not this. Not me, not us, not this life in the dust. Definition through evasion: Run the numbers and call it hope. After all, more dirt in my bucket Means more gold to strike tomorrow. Speculate. Dance around it, Cover the ark of

habitually by InkatMidnight, literature

scholar by InkatMidnight, literature

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scholar

to an education that inspires me to write in the dark- you terrify me. you teach wisdom- i have none. i spurn companionship for flattery, a misfit dragon hoarding fool's gold and plastic compliments, craving synthetic sweet talk. you preach justice, and i wallow in justification of my excuses, sacrificing truth to craft perfection by veiling my weakness in a false, flickering image of meekness, poverty, and submission. i have forgotten how to rail. if there were a gavel to silence the clamoring of my self-acquittals, i would be far too weak to sound it. i am too tremulous, too soft and unassuming to stand. you demand a straight bac

image by InkatMidnight, literature

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image

regurgitating the past avoiding the piano and the refrigerator one denial after another, negative, negated, nestled in love love angst desire: i live an insufficiently unexamined life. a fool ripe for the picking, the quiver in your fingertips as you kill an inspiration: you almost spoke the truth, didn't you? but we don't take up the pen anymore. we take up drinking and staring at ourselves in the mirror, at alternate selves in sweatpants and sultry profiles. suck in your stomach, strike out your words. you sink in small talk, same as yesterday. the truth you avoid is nothing but the pillar that keeps your cowardly paralyzed spine u

anorexia by InkatMidnight, literature

shape of sunshine by InkatMidnight, literature

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shape of sunshine

The world is letting me live again. It’s unlocked my multi-layered cage and My winter coat shackles, and I’m Baking myself until I sweat out all the shivers. I’m so in love with my friend Spring, Her swaying air and entreating Sun. I listen. I bare my shoulders and walk outside. The weather has always been my bass line It sets my rhythm, the shrill tones of shivering When all my cells are imprisoned, rigid In the ice and the whip of the wind. Winter Is grating, and I pray for the days when the air Is soft. I rock to the old-guitar strumming of the wind. When spring flips the radio dial, I crawl into the sun. Stretched

Untitled by InkatMidnight, literature

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The world is letting me live again. It’s unlocked my cage and My winter coat shackles, and I’m Baking myself until I sweat out All the shivers, and I’m so in love With the swaying air and the pounding Sun. The weather has always Been my bass line, it’s set my rhythm, And sometimes I’m shivering and All my cells are imprisoned, rigid In the ice and the whip of the wind, But there are days when the air Is soft and I complete this summer scene, My optimism and teenage limbs resting In the embrace of “This is all I ask.” I only ask to pink shrinking shoulders In this sidewalk hotplate, forever. I am n

terabyte ruins by InkatMidnight, literature

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terabyte ruins

we've clicked the help button on the tool bar. we're the first to admit we're confused. this morning the council met with a proposal to replace god. there have been complaints. "dear eternity, i'm disillusioned your god is a single snapshot of deep space and a soundtrack of silence. i tried pressing reset. my old model featured google images, a personal blog, and a comment section. yesterday's god had to be recharged. it was a rough way to be hardwired, but there was a five-year money-back guarantee and excuse me, but i'm dissatisfied. i'm not so sure about redemption, and i saw it on the news yesterday: they recalled the golden rule. it

sprint by InkatMidnight, literature

whimper by InkatMidnight, literature

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whimper

so narrow, you'll never find my core the only dimensions i slide through are "up" and "down." it's possible to cast one's lots with mindsets of weeping trees protecting willowy women from the sun, but it's a letdown when we glimpse their roots stretched thin, spoiled by the tears and the muck. i'll warn you: never satisfy your creeping desire to peek. the pounding of faded photographs means little, because relevance wears down with your own heartbeat. don't look at me when i'm beautiful. i'm afraid of the day it gets old. every goddess has cracks on her pedestal. i'll never make the transition from life inside my head, so it's better t

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habitually by InkatMidnight, literature

scholar by InkatMidnight, literature

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anorexia by InkatMidnight, literature

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shape of sunshine

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Senior Selections #75 by cinyu, journal

Senior Selections #75

Nov 30, 2015

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half truths, half lies, half wishes by toxic--sunrise, literature

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half truths, half lies, half wishes

i. it's like rain in the middle of an ice storm, you can't explain it and you don't know why but that doesn't stop it from happening and freezing your porch- but you don't find out about that part until the next morning when you hurry out because you're already five minutes late and there's going to be traffic and you suddenly go from walking briskly to black to waking and wanting to claw for the covers that aren't there because it's too cold for comfort and you're already two hours late and fuck traffic, what you really need is a warm cup of tea with a splash of something stronger because if your head is going to pound like that, you might a

You have a way of doing this to me. by dietcocaine, journal

You have a way of doing this to me.

Oct 3, 2013

Dear A, It's funny how all it takes is three words from you to spin my world around on its axis and send me flying out of orbit. "I miss you" is your favorite line; you tell it again and again, because you know it will always work. You don't miss me. You miss having someone around that you can manipulate because it boosts your ego. You'll get bored after a while and do something asshole-ish, I'll get mad and maybe do something spiteful (although I'm trying not to be that sort of person anymore), and we won't talk for a year or two until you're bored and I'm lonely. I miss you, too. I am entirely unapologetic. Sincerely Yours, (such as it

the literary by Anthony-Ryan, literature

things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep by intricately-ordinary, literature

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things I learned at 11 am while I was half-asleep

i I’m spending most of my time not crying, and I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone as much as aspirin, or lullabies, or the cheap wine sold for two dollars a bottle, or overly-apologetic letters bending over backwards to make a point of themselves, or the pink petals blooming on my wrists like flesh and blood miracles, or the songs named after women worth loving. ii Radical acceptance is understanding things may not change, but you will have to. iii I am most alone surrounded by people and the buzzing in my head of words that should have lost their meaning back when I discovered they never

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i) Wanderlust by whatpumpkins, literature

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i) Wanderlust

i), The first time I met the girl who started a revolution the sky was throwing down so much rain it felt like we were underwater. It was hard to breathe; and maybe that was because of all the rain, but probably it was because I looked at her face, under this dark red hood, and inside I was a story with all these feelings I could never say. I guess those feelings could only ever become words on paper - words in ink - not the kind I could ever speak aloud to anybody, if only because I couldn't bear for a person to see the look on my face while I remembered. Despite how good it felt - so hopeful, so desperately happy for what it was and could

My juices are for her by Summonaconjurer, literature

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My juices are for her

Your black-laced cleavage looked good, i hadn't noticed it around your boyfriend before. the tea used me to talk you up, created gushy ideas that you were unfulfilled, because everyone has something left to void. mellow legs, doused in black glad-wrap, tinkling up to a sawn-off dress that captures your weight, and smooths it till it's cupping your breasts, fully aware of its own self-worth. I'm brave, I'm way ahead of the curve. Poker is for nerds who know how to lie. she left with three arms all around her waist she told me to drink lemon-water now my teeth are lemons and my juices are for her

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Nov 8, 1995
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InkatMidnight

Nov 14, 2015

11:46

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oh, ship. that's how my sister says it. what if i need to be heard again introspection: watch me narrate myself off the plank. images float, saturated in desperate heartbursting meaning. i breathe in 26 letters, or drown, and, exhaling, see the light of day. posterity will enshrine us. our past will enshrine us in light.

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InkatMidnight

Nov 7, 2015

20, tomorrow

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last day as a teenager, nostalgizing. god, i was so angry and it was delicious. i'm here, still.

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InkatMidnight

Feb 5, 2014

look how far i've come

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hey. how have you been? i've been busy selling out look at me oh the golden days when i used to string pretty words together the hammer behind my words, the terrifying echoes of something immortal, invisible, all-powerful and then i remember this thing called my voice and you called it unique i censored it sometimes because it tore shit apart and now i talk and talk and say nothing at all but they say i'm pretty they say i say my bird bones say my phone is a parade of endless monosyllabic conversations "hey hey what's up not much wbu same sweet lol" every day every day i meet a progression of people who don't find me intimidating, ecc