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 Nov 2013 Muse
typhany
tell me that my poetry is horrible
until i stop slicing myself open
and bleeding words out

tell me that i couldn't write my way
out of a brown paper bag
like the ones you packed in second grade

tell me that my writing is sad
and i'll give a little smile,
and walk away

tell me that you love my poetry,
and i just might
fall for you
Can't you just accept me as I am
Stop trying to change me
Because it doesn't work
Don't say you love me
And then ask me to change myself
Just to please you
It's past the point of hurting me
Now its just ******* annoying
I don't really have much to say anymore
I'm just tired of it
Really. *******. Tired.
I just want you to listen for once
Not talk
Could you do that for me?
Because if you can't
Then I'll be saying goodbye real soon
And for the first time
I won't be coming back
 Nov 2013 Muse
AJ
Up to a point
We spend our whole lives searching for superman.
He's hard to find,
But his cape isn't completely invisible.
You can see a tiny bit peeking out from his collar.
He's already been about a kajillion people.
A mom who made you
Macaroni and cheese when you're sick.
A teacher who yelled at the other kids
When they said your glasses were stupid.
The little boy who sat with you at lunch
On your first day at that new school.
The big brother who threatened to beat up
The creepy boy who gave you your first kiss.
That first boyfriend who was there
When your cat died sophomore year.
Superman is almost impossible to find.

But then you hit that point.
Remember when I said
"Up to a point"
Well this is the horrible part.
I mean, it's god awful.
Superman gets really annoying at this part.
It's going to make you want to scream.
Just bare with me on this one.

He puts the cape
On you.
Oh yes.
Now you're superman.
Could anything be worse?
Now there is no one to save the day.
Now you must make your own macaroni and cheese,
Stand up for yourself,
Make your own friends,
Deal with your own relationships,
And handle your own emotions.

I bet your mind is churning now.
You see what I mean.
You've probably hit this point.
Now by this point,
I was furious.
I bet you are too.
You see,
You don't want to be superman.
So this is what you do.
You reject the cape.
But unfortunately for you,
Superman used some super glue.
This is permanent.

Ugh, right?
And now you're going to put all of your time
And all of your energy.
Angrily trying to figure out
Who put this cape on your back.
But you don't really want to know who.
What fun would that be
Just to scream it out
And still be left with the responsibility?
It's good to have a faceless name.
What you really want is to be mad.
I know that my favorite game
Is the blame game.
And I'm willing to bet yours is too.

What we really need to do
Are you ready for the plot twist?
Is realize that we were already Superman!
Remember the time
You did your little sister's make up for her first dance,
Or when you stayed up all night on the phone
Listening to your friend vent about her stress,
Or when you picked up the flyers
That the lady at the restaurant dropped in the street,
Or when you lent that kid two dollars
So that he could buy lunch.
Or when you went home for a visit
Just because your mother missed you.

It's been us all along.
Did you see that coming?
I sure didn't.
Once upon a time
There was a boy
A stupid, messed up boy
A boy
Who's mom thought the pipe was more important
Then her own kids
Who believed in drinking away the pain
While watching the Sunday game
But we didn't have a tv
So she left us
Every Sunday
To watch the game
With her next customer
Use the money on coke
Instead of food
Taught her children that love is *******
And were all destined to fail
And this boy
Lived his life
Learning from her
Thinking its ok to do something
If you really want it

So it was ok for this boy to use me
Because he really wanted it?
It was ok for this boy to let his friends touch me
Because he needed to pay his debt?
It was ok for him to break my innocence
Because he was broken?
That was ok?
I was his flesh and blood
And yet
He was
Using me
Bruising me
Selling me
Telling me this is how life works
So young
I was so young
And yet
So broken
This is the most honest poem I have ever written....
And every single word is true
When I was little
All I wanted to be was a
Singer
Not a *Binge Eater.
 Nov 2013 Muse
Fluffy Genocide
Love is warm and kind
Burns like fire
Passonite and kind
Its restless nights
Falling asleep in your arms

I love you

Powerful words
For someone i have yet to meet
And im so terrified

With endless strings of lust
And hatred and pain,
In a place where passion pushes pride aside
Pride and Love
Will I ever meet you?

Im scared my love
Where are you?
 Nov 2013 Muse
Fluffy Genocide
Listen to my song
Lost in the ages
By the Name of suicide

I try so hard
So hard to die
In my name of suicide

I'm cursed to live
This world is ****
My self righteous suicide

I've burned
And hung
Bled
And shot
But still I cannot die

So this is my tale
My story
My name is suicide
Tw:suicide
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