"ITS OKAY TO PUNCH NAZIS"
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Fuel Wake, rejoice at the sound of the alarm, Leave your homes and do your deeds, March in line and stay in place, And smile with the knowledge that you can work. Hark, hear only your instructions, Pay no mind to the anguish of the streets, Set your sights on your next reward, Blinding yourself in the process. Strip yourself of your inviting gaze, There is no room for tenderness in the mill, You k... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Flesh Why is it that I feel this pain, Can feel the skin melting from my face? Why is it that it burns like acid rain, Leaving nothing but an empty space? I reach up to peel back the lies, To tear away my joyful sin, I know better; there should be no joy in my eyes, And I know there is nothing within. Ripping at my skin, I wince at the feel of flesh, Blood running down in shiny waves, As I tear, I... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Trapped I am trapped in a body that does not cooperate, That will not breathe, or eat, or move, A body that defies its order to live, I am trapped. body { background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/86/ff/a986ff49bc712e9f4c4d854b55d91234.jpg); font-family: "Times New Roman " , Times, serif; font-size: 20px; font-display: bold; } :root { --logo-blue: #85030d; --darker-blue: #000000; --lighter... » Continue Reading
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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Last night I dreamed the zombie apocalypse was happening. I was with my brother and his friends. We came back to our house to pack. I don't remember much but I know a lot of my family died. At the end it looked like it was actually just a game I was watching my brother play. Does this have any meaning? body { background-image:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/86/ff/a986ff49bc712e9f4c4d854b55d91234.... » Continue Reading
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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I've decided to start keeping track of my dreams on here, so here goes. Last night I dreamed I got kidnapped with a lot of other girls at a school. I think it started in the bathroom. I was in a handicap stall. The guy had really shaggy black hair and glasses. It was kind of weird because everyone seemed depressed but no one was crying. I think he was trying to treat us like babies, but I can't re... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Breathing In, I feel it filling me, Inflating the diaphragm as I speak, I hold it, keep it to use, Then from my nose it begins to leak. It's leaving, climbing out of my body, It's foreign; invisible and unknown to me. I pull back in, scramble to keep, Yet it still manages to flee. It comes fast, short as I move, Shooting out like a bullet. I see it sometimes when it freezes, And there's nothing I ... » Continue Reading
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