So my competition entry is due in 48 hours and I haven’t even started putting it together…
So it only took me and my best friend sIX MOTHER EFFING HOURS, some extreme profanities, and a few tears, but it’s in!! 9 minutes before the deadline!!! I did it!! And now, we wait. With lots of anxiety. I am off to throw up now, cuz this shit has my stomach in knots.
GUYS I JUST HIT A NEW NOTES RECORD OMG I BROKE 2000 I DON’T EVEN HAVE 2000 FOLLOWERS THIS IS A BIG DEAL THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH
Thanks! This is exactly what I’m looking for…Keep coming with the suggestions and feedback!
I have in fact decided to enter the Button Poetry Publication competition, and I need your opinions! This is going to be a masterpost of the poems I have narrowed my list down to. I would love it if you all could briefly look over it and tell me which ones you think I should cut or include! Also, if one of your favourites of my works is not included, message me!
Please do keep in mind that this is a competition for a poetry collection, so I am keeping the works to the longer ones or ones I have written as spoken word.
Now, let’s do this!
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for any of my followers in potentially dangerous situations right now
i got really sick. you see, it was the kind of sick where
you have to learn to take your first big pill, you know the
one, the one that gets stuck in your throat and makes you
gag until it comes out with your dinner and then you’re left
with tear streaks at the kitchen table at 2am because your
tummy hurts and you woke daddy up with your sobs,
so he cuts it in half to make you swallow the medicine that
everyone says will make you so much better.
the pill was a gel cap.
it left a bitter, unpleasant kind of
metallic taste in my mouth, much like the one i had when
you called me useless the first time.
next time, you told me
my shirt made me look fat so i swallowed your words like
a pill that’s too big and gets lodged in your tiny throat and
then let myself vomit them out until only water and stomach
acid dragged through my esophagus, but i kept going until
you asked me why my lips burned yours when we kissed.
you wouldn’t touch me for two weeks after that because
you said my lips were too cracked but i knew you meant
my heart, because one touch wrong and it would shatter in
your hands but sometimes i think that was your ultimate
goal, to watch me disintegrate before you and turn to
a pile of dust on your hardwood floor that never quite comes
out of the cracks.
sometimes, i think about going back to your house and trying to
sweep what’s left of me out of there.
sometimes, i wonder if instead of giving you my heart, i gave
you too much of me and the dust in your floorboards is what
was left of my soul when i came to you.
they give me pills and tell me they’ll help me get over you.
the taste like the first time you called me useless.
they taste like heartbreak and disappointment.
they taste like you."
I have this odd affinity for loving exactly what is wrong for me. And you, my love, are the worst.
thesoulpages || (c.n.p)
At home in bed sick and lonely :(
It doesn’t feel like a crush. When we hug it feels so right, when we lock eyes across the room and smile, it feels like a secret only we know but he’s not over her. We’d be so good together.
thesoulpages || ((c.n.p))
I wonder if you found pleasure in ruining me."
I love a boy who despises me and is in love with my best friend. She doesn’t like him, but toys with him just to get to me.
Ten Word Story || (c.n.p)
Everything seems to be falling apart and I can’t pick myself up.
-thesoulpages || (c.n.p) ((something I wrote when I realized recovery is unrealistic))
you’re always in my head?"
We comforted each other and kissed and cuddled, but he has a girlfriend and I feel guilty as hell. I’m totally confused about my sudden feelings for him but now he’s ignoring me anyway. I hate this.
Ten Word Story
thesoulpages || (c.n.p)