In progress. . .
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1)
The doctor told me
that the pills
would make me “less sad.”
Little did I know that
being “less sad” was
synonymous for
“not feeling anything at all”
And that isn’t happiness,
either, now is it?
–And to think they call them “happy pills”
2)
All I ever seem to look
forward to is
going to sleep
and getting drunk.
Even writing poetry–
something that used
be as automatic to me
as breathing–
has become a tedious task.
–And how fucking pathetic is that?
3)
“Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”
Or maybe I just need a fucking miracle.
4)
It was the age of heartbreak,
of stolen dreams,
the bile of starved desires
clawing its way up my esophagus,
embedding its acidic seeds
in the pit of my stomach;
It was the age of destruction,
of popped eye sockets,
burning toes,
marred wrists,
and drunken rendezvous;
It was the age of Poetry,
for I have always been
so remarkably good
at making this hurting look pretty.
–The dying (inspired by Charles Dickens)
5)
I scribbled, I scrunched, I tossed.
–Writer’s block
6)
Eyelashes frosted with snowflakes
and tear ducts dripping
with beads of sleet,
she lies herself down
into the hollow whiteness,
descending slowly into hibernation,
into quiet–
into nothingness.
–The First Day of Winter
7)
I do not mean
to shut you out.
What you don’t understand
is that, some days, my words are barely
able to escape the frostbitten hovel
of my mouth before they
crystalize
and shatter
crystalize
and shatter
crystalize
and shatter–
shatter
until there is nothing
left to be said.
8)
Dress me in
faded greys
dark blues
and deep purples–
dress me in coldness.
–For this is Grieving Season
9)
If I wasn’t so tired right now,
I’d probably kill myself.
10)
Sadness is such a lovely
colour on you.
–Purple
11)
She is his Cosette
and I
his
Eponine.
A little fall of rain can
hardly hurt me now
but you can–
you have—
my love.
–The Miserable
12)
Been craving Death
like it’s
a stiff drink.
13)
She stole away
his soul,
I think,
the same way
he’s stolen away
the stars from
my eyes.
14)
Bleeding from the ears.
–I’ve forgotten how to sing
15)
For a sad girl,
I sure laugh a lot.
Perhaps that is why
they always seem
so surprised when
they read my poetry.
16)
You will know
you are over him
on the day that
you read a poem about
love or heartbreak
and the words no
longer resonate
with you
they way they used to;
indeed,
when the time has come,
the poetry will speak
to you in a way
it never would have before.
17)
I miss being
in love with you.
–The emptiness of moving on
18)
Oh, I’m sorry.
Does my sadness make
you uncomfortable?
Would you like to know
what makes me uncomfortable?
Your fucking
superiority complex.
19)
Tired of
this sadness
this body
this life.
20)
Looking in the mirror
the other morning,
I noticed a sheen
of rust forming along
the length of my collarbone.
Guess this means
I’m finally getting old.
–10 days, 21 hours, 13 minutes and 45 seconds until my 18th birthday
21)
I think
I’ve always been
a little too soft
for tough love.
22)
Last night,
I woke up to
the cacophonic pleads
of my own screaming.
I still don’t know
if I had been screaming
because of a nightmare
or if I had simply
been afraid of my
impending consciousness.
–The Horrors of my reality
23)
The spring is a dangerous time
for a woman as cold as I.
–Thawing
24)
I shouldn’t have to apologize
for my sadness.
–I owe you nothing
25)
He doesn’t care about me
like he used to.
–My knight in s̶h̶i̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ rusted armour.
26)
Sometimes I think
I was born sorry.
27)
The (fri)end.
28)
Losing you as a lover
was heartbreaking.
But losing you as a friend?
Now,
there’s the real
fuckin’ tragedy.
29)
I needed you
I needed yo
I needed y
I needed
I neede
I need
I nee
I ne
I n
I
i
(alone)
30)
d i s t a n c e
↓
i miss you
31)
Love is a
finders keepers,
losers weepers
kind of game.
–The Loser, Weeping
32)
“Do you love him?”
“I’d rather not say.”
–Hibernation
33)
She shoots
(for the stars);
she s̶c̶o̶r̶e̶s̶ falls
(for a boy who will
never love her).
34)
All the world’s a stage
(and a heartbreak).
35)
“I don’t love you.”
“Oh.”
–Speechless
36)
You’ll never know, dear
how much I love him.
Please don’t take
my sunshine
a w a y.
–To Her
37)
“It’s no wonder
the lovers of this world
die so easily,”
lamented the girl,
“For only the
strongest survive.”
–Heartbreak
38)
There are two types of people:
People who say “Good morning,”
and
people who say “Morning.”
Personally,
I find the latter
to be far wiser
than the former.
“Good morning” people
are naive and
annoyingly happy.
But “Morning” people?
They’re pessimists and pessimists
know what’s up.
–Most mornings are as shitty as the world we live in, my friends
39)
I am no one’s
anything.
No one’s
best friend.
No one’s
lover.
No one’s
inspiration,
In theory, I exist.
But only in theory.
40)
What if I’m the next
Hannah Baker?
More importantly,
what if none of you
care enough
to do anything about it?
41)
I can imagine it now–
The Girl with the Purple Soul
dies a crimson death.
42)
Death
is a poet’s
reclamation.
43)
“Olly Olly Oxen Free,”
whispered Death to the girl.
“There is no longer
a reason to hide, child.
Won’t you come with me?”
44)
But,
“I’m sorry,”
doesn’t always grant us
our redemption.
–Truly though, I am so sorry
45)
When a dog stops eating,
it means that the dog
is probably ill.
And if the dog is ill,
you gotta put it down.
I’ve not eaten
in a day and a half.
Care to do me the honours?
46)
There is a difference between
being possessive and being
lonely.
(please, try to understand.)
47)
“I love you.”
–The unreliable narrator.
Sala, S. (2014). Where are you now?. [image] Available at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/shitsuren/12588274545/ [Accessed 22 Feb. 2018].
