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24th September
My soul is salt, and life is waterMy friends are watching me dissolve. I am a lamb, and my mental state is leading me to slaughter I am waiting for the bolt to the brain I am waiting for the day I cross the road just a little too lateI am waiting for the day I wake up and I no longer feel this waySo when I tell you that trauma is a steep slide I cannot see the bottom of So when I tell you that anxiety has its arms winding around my every limb So when I tell you that panic coarses through my veins like my heart depends on itSo when I tell you that my healthy mental state is just a ghost that roams the empty corridors of my mind So when I tell you that loving me is like a haunted house Its fun to visit once a year but nobody ever wants to stay Please don't become just another tourist So when you ask me about my bad daysPlease do not be brash when I respond with silence "Tell me about the bad days" sounds eerily similar to the hushed discussion the neighbourhood kids have on the porch steps when they're trying to figure out who rings the doorbellYour love will not cure me, Please do not be fooled into thinking it will.
By Megan Taylor8 years ago in Poets
Lil Durk 'Signed To The Streets 2.5' Review
After releasing several mixtapes this year, Lil Durk is keeping his foot on the gas. Signed to the Streets 2.5 is here, and it’s time for a review of Durk’s latest effort. Will it hold his fans off until his next release? Read on…
By Rap Disciple8 years ago in Beat
Camille
I only come out when the sun goes to sleep; that's when dark and mysterious things happen. I've seen many things. I'm as old as the Earth itself, for I was created at the same time as our planet. I see the night, and I watch everything ominous. Such was last night.
By Brandi Espy8 years ago in Horror
7 Letters: Letter 4
To The Man I Hope You Turned Out To Be, I bought a special dress to wear for you tonight. It’s red. Your favorite color. I laugh as I write this because I remember why it’s your favorite. It was the night of my senior prom and I was frantically pacing back and forth, rambling on about how I couldn’t find my brand new bracelet that I had bought to match my gown. The silky fabric wrapped around me was long, a rich crimson color, with a plunging neckline that almost reached my navel. I knew it was certainly risky to show up to a high school dance in this type of dress, knowing there’d be a gym full of boys who’d be completely wasted and more than willing to take advantage of such a naive seventeen year old girl. Once I had found the bracelet, I placed it on my slender wrist and took one last look in the mirror. I remember frowning because I felt dirty. I felt sick. Unhappy only because I didn’t think I was pretty enough to be seen in such a stunning dress, the result of opinions coming from ignorant lips. But then you appeared. You stood behind me, just a breath away. Your eyes, they looked like something I’d never seen before. They looked like they’d found something they’d been looking for. The chocolate pools had been wide with astonishment and wandering with curiosity and appreciation. You looked like you had found something that had always belonged to you.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
