Trippin
A 21st century love story
i love you.
i took shrooms and acid.
i want to melt my body
into yours.
you've never touched me
but i feel you.
even when you don't speak
i hear you.
even though i shouldn't have
i trusted you.
even though you didn't have to
you lied to me.
i'm so angry you lied.
how then could i lie to myself?
oh no...
i do love you.
that doesn't mean i love your lies.
but in fact, that's all i've loved
is lies.
and you.
the one you lie about.
the truth you slander with your lies ...
the truth i want to strip from your lies
with your consent
so you may melt into my skin
About the Creator
Slime Marie
la strega non mente mai
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dear anger, i'd like to talk. i know you are a sacred teacher in this life. a signal for me when better is deserved. you guide my understanding of what is just by alerting me to injustice. you ensure i only allow myself to be treated and handled with respect because you're intolerant of less. with these lessons you have provided me the tools to protect my worth, move through the world conscious of justice and never settle. for this i am eternally grateful. however, we are going to need to reel it in a little. sometimes it is time for breath not time for anger.
By Slime Marieabout a year ago in Poets
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
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