My brain is a mood of the invisible toddler.
I’m biting myself,
I’m talking so fast.
Don’t touch the scissors? Ok I’m
running fast to run with scissors.
I’m pulling my hair out
I’m stamping my feet
Look at this mess! Aren’t you paying attention to me???
My heart is a crumpled piece of paper.
Hey stranger who looks (insert positive adjective here).
What do you like? I’ll love it.
What do you want? I’ll get it.
Wait.. Who am I? Where am I? Hey! This isn’t my handwriting..
What don’t you like? I’ll be it.
What don’t you need? I’ll show you.
Who am I?? Who ar
A world without colors: I guess that I'm addicted. by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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A world without colors: I guess that I'm addicted.
Baby?
Tell me how much you love me.
I wanna hear it
in the almost desperate,
pleading whine that
your hard mouth makes
while it’s crooning softly in my ear.
Baby, just tell me?
how much you really need me.
I've gotta feel it
in the painful, possessive way
that your fingers convulse
as they grasp and rip
right through my skin.
Baby, I mean tell me!
just how much you want me.
I have to know it deep- deep down
in the bottom of my soul.
Because I start to become lost-
Lost without you.
Lost with you.
We are one and it hurts so right.
Oh baby, tell me
just how much you'll hurt me.
Yes, tell me how much
I'm going to fail.
Look at m
Unballad of a Woman Scorned by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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Unballad of a Woman Scorned
If this is love dear, well,
you can take it back
to the garbage heap where
you pilfered it from.
Ah I see, now you come bearing gifts.
Stained and crumpled tokens,
second-hand now second-chance
now third now fourth now eighth one.
But I get your perspective;
Woe that I am but a thoughtless
notch on thine uncontested belt
of virile male fragility.
Blah blah blah... Barf.
And gag me with a spoon.
...But, I mean, I do get it;
I’m an afterthought in your day to day.
Whatever dude.
You can take your sword and shove it
down your own throat for once.
And don’t worry baby-
you can take the whole thing too.
Do you hear that? by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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Do you hear that?
I hear a tick tick.
ticking. In my brain.
Like counting hands
around a clock-
Again. Again. Again.
I FEEL a Tick tick.
ticking. Scratching in my brain.
A ceaseless pitter patter
of little feet, on a
long and endless train.
I feel a Tick tick.
TICKING.
Twitching in my brain.
Like a jolt.
A twitch. A nudge.
An itch...
I feel a Tick TICK.
ticking.
Screaming in my brain.
Gnawing!Clawing!Grasping-
just release the beast, a
need I cannot name.
I feel a tick tick.
Tocking.
TICK! TICK.
tocking.
Hello?
Who are you again?
Today, I woke up again.
Again uncertain to the sun pouring through my window: merciless and most uninvited.
Squinting through screwed shut eyes, I clawed away crumbs, and scratched out sleep.
Slowly, creakily I dragged my body out of bed before painting on a face.
Tomorrow will be better.
Rinse and repeat.
Tomorrow. Will. Be. Better.
Today, I fought my way into the kitchen.
To get there, I braved the perilous mountains of
dirty clothes and battled week old trash.
At the fridge I caved and caught my breath
on a cigarette before choking down
my dry cornflakes. Don’t even ask me about the bugs.
Tomorrow will be better.
Rinse and repe
After the Break Up by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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After the Break Up
The lonely nights consume me
I twist and turn without
your touch...
The feeling that I crave
so much...
It bites into my flesh
and stays
I scream and writhe and
crave...
the soothing soft familiar
touch, that I have come
to need so much...
But never again
to know that need.
Never again
to feel such greed.
For you. For him.
For anyone...
I've changed.
This must be love by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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This must be love
Thinking of you
I grow feverish-
temperatures rising...
slick with sweat and butterflies.
My sweet dear, take heed
for in truth, it seems,
this is not love but
a simple plead...
From feelings writhing,
festering,
threatening,
to claw right out of my skin;
to take control.
Consume completely.
Just like a disease.
Beginning with a memory..
possibly The Memory
planted like a seed.
Growing rampant,
this cancer, into a need.
A desperate need;
an open wound bleeding out.
A raging mouth consuming...
everything
I could have been,
I ever was,
all I am now-
is an empty husk.
Your Love is Killing Me by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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Your Love is Killing Me
I am tiring
of sitting here
inches close
but far away.
I am tiring
of holding on
grasping for
thin air.
I say-
I have grown
quite tired here:
of speeding up,
falling behind,
as you direct
so you wont say
goodbye.
-Goodbye.
If this is love then by BrainlessLifeform, literature
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If this is love then
just leave it
don't make it into
something it's not
feel it, taste it
as it wraps itself
around
breath it, embrace it
until the proper
name is found
You told me
You told me, but
I didn't understand
now it is seeping
into me slowly
trickling
down
into my heart
into my mind
wrapping around me
surely, conforming
like a glove
But I can't help
the ripping and the
tearing that ensues
fighting
this feeling
I just don't understand
letting it wrap
around, I am sinking
suffocating
and afraid
(but no longer alone?)
afraid that I'll fall
fall,
without a sound
all alone, because
I didn't understand
in time
to save
When my father was alive
My last name was a dirty word,
and My every other feature was...
“Well don’t you look just like your father” Said all of my mother's side.
When my father was alive
They spoke loudly behind their hands, every time he’d come up or even bother to come around,
"I shouldn't say this to you but..."
Would say, my mother's side.
When my father was alive
I waited patiently. Someday he would come back for me, to be the father I always knew he’d be. No more fighting. No more hunger. I’d never have to be alone. Things would be perfect.
"You'll see" said my mother's side.
Too late now, I gue