If the urge to destroy is still a creative urge, Is the urge to destroy oneself not the act of taking creative liberty on one’s individuality. Is the urge of marking one’s skin, Tearing the flesh in two, Not an art of obscure vitality. Is it not an obscene view of beauty rationality? Is carving words and feelings and drawings into one’s soul, Not an act of martyrdom on the individuals behalf, For ... » Continue Reading
Warning, Heads up, my poetry is hella dark. I, personally, would describe it as grotesquely beautiful at times. It involves things relating to mental be there and actual experiences I've gone through. I write to cope and release how I feel. If depression, anxiety, or other topics (mental struggles) bother you, I suggest not reading or finding any of my poetry with the 🥀 in the heading. » Continue Reading
You ever read and research a bunch of witchcraft type things, looking at the history and deities and stuff, then looking into reality shifting and spiritual things and then get ready to go to bed and suddenly your brain goes "shit.... Something's gonna happen, I just know it"? Okay, well me and my brain did- And listen, I get sleep paralysis every once in awhile, I have creepy dreams and experien... » Continue Reading
People are poison. Their words are the noose. They tighten the rope so you have nothing left to lose. Their tongues are sharp, Their wits are pained. They want you dead, or so they say. Yes, people are poison. For you and for me. We poison each other, Cause alone we can be Nitpicking ourselves and making us bleed. We hurt others to blind ourselves to our own reality. "If I hurt them first, th » Continue Reading
There are so many different types of philosophy and philosophers oh there. I'm curious, who do *you* most identify with (philosopher wise) and what type of philosophy do you take on. I take a nihilistic approach on life, while also practicing Stoicism, but I would say I most identify with Nietzsche and even Socrates (although I've been told I'm more of an Aristotle at times). » Continue Reading
I’m dying. I’m cold and I’m alone, and I’m dying. I’m drowning and no one fucking understands. I don’t mean it in a “no one understands mom” cringe way. I mean it. I can’t find one person who actually understands. I’m fucking isolated and I’m dying. I want to peel my own fucking skin off my bones. I want to rip my lungs out of my chest and crush my own still beating heart, For fucks sake, I want D... » Continue Reading
The tears have spilled past my eyes for countless hours, My body is battered and beaten and bruised. I did this to myself. For what have I got to lose? … I can feel the pulse in my wrist and the pressure of my veins. I'd like to stop it with a knife. A single slice. No more thumping from my wrist, No more pressure from the little webs under my skin. » Continue Reading
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