Story: The Strange and Surreal | POETRY
THE STRANGE AND SURREAL
" She shows me what she would like to do in lucid daydreams;
she lets me hear the cracking of bones and the wet squishing of flesh being torn. "
she lets me hear the cracking of bones and the wet squishing of flesh being torn. "
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I'd rather write disturbing and overly personal poetry than not write poetry at all. Here is some of the writing I've done while struggling with C-PTSD and other ills. It's stretched out over several years of writing for I still like some of the things I wrote as a teenager. (Oldest poems will be put in first)
WARNING: Most of these poems use violent metaphors, and many of them discuss topics such as sexual abuse, suicide, self harm, and psychosis. Read with caution. |
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Titel Nieuwste eerst | Woorden | Gelezen | Aangepast | Pulse | 129 | 54 | 1 jaar geleden | Meadow | 98 | 54 | 1 jaar geleden | Porcelain | 69 | 60 | 1 jaar geleden | Closet | 77 | 59 | 1 jaar geleden | Flower field | 154 | 60 | 1 jaar geleden | Song of Eve | 476 | 59 | 1 jaar geleden | Rage is its own form of pleasure | 1530 | 57 | 1 jaar geleden | Cassandra | 218 | 59 | 1 jaar geleden | Eyeball | 378 | 56 | 1 jaar geleden | Rape | 401 | 55 | 1 jaar geleden | Lola | 349 | 32 | 8 maanden geleden | You Read Everything I write | 968 | 31 | 7 maanden geleden | Alice | 757 | 31 | 7 maanden geleden |
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