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Nothing Good Ever Stumbles Down the Street at 3AM by pumaninjamonkey, literature

The Ethical Monster by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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The Ethical Monster

I am a carnivore I scoff at the wolf that says he doesn't bite We, The royal We, Never have the audacity to lie, No, our one saving grace is that we tell our prey to say their goodbyes .. It's an evolutionary function of plants to spread their seeds through their consumer's feces, Just like you spread your hate through your shit, you plant more victims to consume. ... I am a komodo dragon. I claw at the base of the tree where my young hide, licking my jowls to eat them, swallow them whole. I nurtured them for whole months but my hunger knows no bounds. The top of the food chain, I have many types of prey, The elderly, the young

Statistically Speaking by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Bootcamp. by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Lying to My Doctor, Employer, and Everyone Else by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Lying to My Doctor, Employer, and Everyone Else

i. "Well adjusted," The paper smirks back at me, Like it knows the depths of hell and back. ii. I've learned to lie on every psychological evaluation. I research any possible tests. The MMPI and PDS are my bitches. iii. I tried therapists, One stopped calling me back. I lie to my psychiatrist, She rushes me, and it's easier to tell her what she wants to hear to keep the prescription constant. It's almost self-medicating, It's almost narcissism. iv. I don't think any doctor would recommend my brand of therapy. A nice orgasm, Followed by a bath, dwelling over my past, And writing poetry till I feel numb. v. I tried booze

An Anthology of Addictions by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Hypochondria by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Hypochondria

i. Every depressed poet knows at least one medical term To show how their soul feels. ii. Dad, I wonder what you would do If you walked in on me Looking like a dead doll That's been in a lukewarm bath for two hours. iii. Friends, I'm the most put together, responsible person you'll ever meet. I wonder If you know the war that rages in my head The second I'm alone. iv. Honey, I don't think you realize Every three seconds I think about us breaking up. I never will, Could never do that to you. You're my best option. And the one I swear I love. v. Readers, I don't want your sympathy in the comments. I've come to terms,

Comfortable Anxiety by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Comfortable Anxiety

i. I used to be like you, little one A sex symbol, A dreamy coed With a naughty side. Or any fantasy one could want. ii. Sure you'll tire of this lifestyle, We all do. You'll felt you've conquered the whole world, Seen every sea, Experienced every high, Plundering every pleasure. So settling down now is a dream? iii. Let me tell you, At seventeen I've seen more of the dirt underneath fingernails, Then some ever do. But now the vision of others bedrooms shrank from twenty Down to one. And comfort comes at a price, And stability seems like a burden. iiiv. Stretch marks shoot up your hips like fireworks, Spreading bright

Gold Dahlia by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Gold Dahlia

Rich girl, rich girl, You're not impressed As you slide down the grand strairway, All pouts and far-away eyes. Rich girl, rich girl You want for nothing, The pool table, the indoor pool, The best education you can buy, All intellectual philosophy and open doors. Rich girl, rich girl, Your parents love you. More affection you could ever want, You taint your room. Swallowing the world won't satisfy you, All strange boys and stained sheets. Rich girl, rich girl, Your status shows In your belly. Use your inheritance for lipo, Just wait till you're of age, People might think you're sick, All surgery scars and failed attempts.

Warmth from the cold by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Nothing Good Ever Stumbles Down the Street at 3AM by pumaninjamonkey, literature

The Ethical Monster by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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The Ethical Monster

Statistically Speaking by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Bootcamp. by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Lying to My Doctor, Employer, and Everyone Else by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Lying to My Doctor, Employer, and Everyone Else

An Anthology of Addictions by pumaninjamonkey, literature

Hypochondria by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Hypochondria

Comfortable Anxiety by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Comfortable Anxiety

Gold Dahlia by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Gold Dahlia

Warmth from the cold by pumaninjamonkey, literature

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Urgency. by drain-patience, literature

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Urgency.

I'm hiding here while my nerves are raw. The last remaining trick I have And I'm probably just fooling myself. I am choking, I am drowning, This body is waterboarding whatever I am. All this pain, all this hate, all this regret is the water. Life is the cloth but None of it will be real soon. But right now, I am bawling and screaming and Fighting every last inch of it. You see, I know this trick. As disoriented as I am, As distraught as I am, I know it just wants an Other. An Other to be around, An Other to listen, An Other to attach to. So even as though I hate this As much as any interaction, I can't see your make belie

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Harry O'Always by Pickled-Poppy, literature

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Harry O'Always

We hold these truths to be self evident, not all men are created equal. I think I loved Harry before I knew him, that some dark, lonely part of my soul has always cried out to his. To begin, Picture a marque, there’s a summer storm brewing and students are sitting in circles around him. Not quite ginger and not quite blond, short, with a grace and bearing that puts people intrinsically at ease. The air is thick with coffee, cut flowers and cheap pastries. He talks, we all know this book will never be a bestseller but his passion is intoxicating. A dozen junior writers fall in love in a heartbeat; he's a puppet master to his audience. I brought books for him to sign, his own of course. Having stalked social media, I knew the gesture would be appreciated. He's a little arrogant but also insecure. In this festival, authors are awarded cases of Cava after a performance. My reward for this act of instant validation is a vintage bottle I’m only just old enough to drink. Fellow

You call this a new port? by Pickled-Poppy, literature

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You call this a new port?

'If you want my opinion Dearie, learn to drink fine brandies. Spirits may dull the mind but cheap spirits drown the soul.' There's a Weatherpersons Bar in Newport near the train station. Typical chain joint, the same microwaved steaks, watered down lager and local alcoholics to be found in 880 outlets scattered across the UK. They've banned music in place of BBC news so it's as fair a place as any to drink off a hangover. I had been staying in the second floor hotel for just under a week. Admittedly, my exit from Paddington could be described as over dramatic, the four in the morning coach ride, hastily packed suitcase and forgotten med

God of Bones by themagpiepoet, literature

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God of Bones

The god of my bones wants my soul But he can only possess my bones, He pulled me into his marrow I consumed his cells, I became Him and he was me, Now my body is dead in his memory, I gave him my heart - he owns my corpse. He dreams of me in his nightmares I possess him as he sleeps, His bitter-sweet infatuation. As I plead for him to let me go He sacrificed me to the god of his bones. Now I bathe in the chaos we made - I'm a mile away and I can feel his pain, We share our grief through the wet wind And the lashing waves. He pulls on me With our psychic link - my gut wrenches. He drinks and I write, our thoughts coexist Since we sacrificed

The Horror Before the Orgasm by drain-patience, literature

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The Horror Before the Orgasm

This disgust has grown far too familiar. That wretched scent of the other's body. It stuffs me right into the source of it all and I hate the taste of the slime. There's no clean that is clean enough but it craves these moments. It lavishes at the experience of its cock throbbing, pushing back against the other's lips as if they are trying to crush it. They aren't. Merely coaxing out some stitches of a new other, I try to focus on remembering latex. I want to let myself go and just end it, but it knows that trick by now. It's caught me up in tender emotions that I know aren't real but I can't overcome. They whisper behind their flood

zombified orgasm by randompoet18, literature

Drowning. by ThatMasterBassist, literature

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Drowning.

I drowned. I did not drown in dark, swirling rivers; Nor did I drown in the deep, mysterious ocean. I did not drown in fast, cold waters; Nor did I drown in shallow, frequented lakes. But I still drowned. Water is no threat to me; I was born to swim, to dive, and to see. Water is who I am, who we are; And we were born to be one with it. Yet, I still managed to drown. But if I did not drown in water, What then could have made me sink; Struggling for even a shallow breath, Or a few extra feet to float to the surface? Ah, yes. It was you. Reaching out, the mind is always the first to succumb. Captivated, ensnared, like one can tangle in

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pumaninjamonkey

Jul 21, 2013

my art is for ME

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Okay. I don't write for favs or watchers, though those most certainly are nice. I write for me. I write out my experiences so I can get closure and just for the sake of thinking. Hell, maybe they'll help someone else. It's nice to know someone suffers the same way you have. So I might not be politically correct. Mmk. I might alienate some viewers. Not doing it for them. Simply for me. It's liberating and amazing to be able to share what has happened and what I feel. My specific writing might not be for everyone. I imagine my main demographic is jaded females. I'm pretty okay with that. But it's for fucking me.

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Jul 12, 2013

The Soundtrack to My Life

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Would love to see yours! The Soundtrack To My Life Put your iPod on shuffle and write the songs that come on. No cheating! Opening credits: Nightmare- Avenged Sevenfold Waking Up: Call Me Maybe- Carly Rae Jepsen First day of school: There's A Class For This- Cute is What We Aim For First Date: Everywhere I Go- Hollywood Undead Fighting: Addicted- Kelly Clarkson Breaking up: Crawling- Linkin Park Driving: Rockstar Nickelback Flashback: Master of Puppets- Metallica Mental Breakdown: Date Rape- Sublime Getting back together: Shiver- The Birthday Massacre Prom Night: Gives You Hell- The All American Rejects Wedding: Coming Undone- Korn

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Jul 11, 2013

Finally Have a Gallery

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Alright, so I randomly started writing poetry. I really don't have a good explanation for it. I know this is like breaking a cardinal rule of artists, so I'm just glad I'm not really one. If you have questions about the origin of a poem or what event caused it, please ask. I know it's fun to create your own interpretations, and I would love to hear those too. But I will share parts of my story if you want to know.

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drain-patience

Sep 11, 2018

I was intrigued when you favorited something from quite a long time ago.

And it turns out how you write impresses me.

Madam--Kitty

Nov 15, 2014

Hi. wanna join my group called Anti-illuminati-01? anti-illuminati-01.deviantart.…

P.S. The group is about politics in case you were wondering.

Thanks for the fave.

thank you so much for the fav

DylanSeto

Jul 21, 2014

Hey~~

Just wanted to thank you for the fave!

Also, since I'm currently focusing on music, I was wondering if you'd be interested in supporting me in that endeavor of mine?

If you are, I can link you to where you can find that stuff!

adeline-renee

May 4, 2014

thanks so much for the

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sasunaru16

Apr 10, 2014

_{Thank you for adding Disastrous intent. to your favourites !}