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My Hatred For This World Burnsthis mirror reflectsMy Hatred For This World Burns by ~omgpotatochips
my inner turmoil
and pain.
i stare out the window
and watch the tears
of the rain.
i really think
the world is such
a drag.
i'm not a conformist,
i'm really just a fag.
five linesI. empty theatrefive lines by ~omgpotatochips
prancing in the projected light
it was just the two of us.
the popcorn was too salty
and i liked it that way.
II. raspberry bushes
basements and filtered sunshine.
making dust clouds
waving a butterfly net
watching through glass the passing graves.
III. i was born from a painting
picking at acrylic ribbons
my fingertips brushing a smooth canvas.
i breathe the carpet's knowledge
and line up the artwork on the floor.
IV. i came from spiders
dandy daddy long legs dancing
sometimes missing a leg, or two
tangled up in cobwebs
making monsters with their shadows.
V. i once lived in the haunted house
whispering t
beehivemy eyesbeehive by ~omgpotatochips
open
sunlight seeps like honey
through the blinds
my line of sight
gold.
i shield myself
reaching out
getting my hands all sticky
buzz.
i wake up inhuman
today i am a bee
and i will feast on honey.
THE GHOST, THE ENTITYTHE GHOST, THE ENTITY, AND THE DIFFERENCETHE GHOST, THE ENTITY by ~omgpotatochips
Samantha threw a rock into the water.
“I don’t think it’s weird,” she said, “that you’re a ghost. I met lots’a other ghosts before. So I don’t mind.” Smiling, she reached into the thin air and laughed.
Promise stared at the rippling water with discontent. “I guess that’s okay … but I’m not a ghost.” He sighed, hugging his skinny legs to his chest, glancing over at the tan girl beside him on the dock; “Other people just can’t see me. I’m so not a ghost.” Samantha rolled her eyes
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