Tennessee Garbage

Joined November 2022

64 stories

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Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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Shadow-tied
I needed you to see me—not as a burden, but a mirror. Your voice was fire, but never meant for me. I learned to covet love in your absences.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Tear Soaked Pillow
I press my face into cotton—  silence,  soaked again in questions.  You—always just out of reach,  a lighthouse blinking for ships
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Press Forward
I don't recall a time when the world breathed easy—  hands clasped without hesitation,  eyes met without fear.  Laughter rose like birdsong,
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Misplaced Trust
Yesterday, we smiled. No locks. No lies. Stories of hope traded. Today— hearts shattered. Eyes shift. Doors close.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Haunted:
Behind the quiet mask I wear, I grieve, A smile stitched tight where sorrow used to stay. I gave you up — and still, I can't believe.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Chasing Ghosts
I run to her, but never find her there, A fleeting smile, then walls I cannot scale. Her love’s a ghost that vanishes in air.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
It Set You Free
I fear my choice will be the death of me, The child I let go still lingers in my mind, His shadow walks where I had set him free.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
I Lie, Therefore I am
I scream into mirrors, fractured reflections dripping from my tongue. The halls hum with eyes that remember too much, and I move like smoke,
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Twisted Rye
Shadows clutch the path, whispers drift through twisted rye— fear waits, unclaimed, still.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
The Mask I carry
I carry the weight on my hips, on my face — a shield. Each curve, each softness a layer of armor I built when they forgot
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
2:13. Content Warning.
It started at 2:13 in the morning. Aria and I had made it home only a few hours earlier. She was utterly exhausted, overwhelmed by the events of the day. When we got back to her place, she collapsed into bed—straight to sleep.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Fiction
First Brother Point of View
My therapist said to write about my pain— a life-altering event— then give it a different ending. I scribble away, my mind vomits onto the page.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets

Tennessee Garbage

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Shadow-tied

Tear Soaked Pillow

Press Forward

Misplaced Trust

Haunted:

Chasing Ghosts

It Set You Free

I Lie, Therefore I am

Twisted Rye

The Mask I carry

2:13. Content Warning.

First Brother Point of View

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