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Can't Do Anything Right by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Can't Do Anything Right

I drove a friend to work in The middle of a snow day; As a reward for being a Good Samaritan (I had tons of schoolwork to do But I still came over to help) I got into an accident. What happened? I was blamed, yelled at, Given a ticket for trying to stop The car and slipping on ice instead. A need to pass my classes sent me Into a flurry of alarms, taking notes Of everything that happened so I can remember how not to fuck up -- And what do I do? I don't get the alarms to notify me And I end up missing assignments; It doesn't sound like a big deal but I need to make sure I get the Best grade possible -- What's a good grade if I fucking Missed

Your Choice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Your Choice

"You think you're so edgy Writing 'deep' poems And pretending you're a great poet; All you're doing is seeking attention, Acting like you know how grammar works When you clearly don't (which isn't cute), and Pressing Enter after every unpoetic line To make it look like free verse when All it is, is shitty Tumblr imitations Of what those dumbasses think are Free verse and deep poems. You're a fucking joke and I, Knowing so much more than you, Can tell you this much: You're a sham, You're ignorant to the arts, And you need a less-stupid hobby To pour your poorly-built energy into." You stop talking, Having rest your case with a Smug look on

Nice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Nice

No on has a genuine nice side As I've come to notice; Every compliment is buffed with a negative Hidden in the dark, Every promise with a potential back stab, Every Downer behind the mask of Happy. A boss will be nice to her employee And then talk shit about him, Behind his back, To his coworkers; A person will pretend to Be happy for their friend When in reality they're hoping Their friend doesn't achieve more Success than them; A crush will pretend it's fine to be Someone's reason to live While in reality secretly loathes them And wishes they don't exist. There is no person with both A good and bad side -- There's a being that, Day by da

Have a Voice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Have a Voice

I have a voice but people hate it, And they show their hatred With always interrupting me Whenever I got something to say -- They can't just cut off and say their shit, They have to push their thoughts down My throat as hard as they can And when I'm sputtering and lost They're chuckling, feeling smug with themselves. Sometimes I get the rare occurrence To speak my mind, put some of What I think makes sense out in the open; And what do I get? I get mocked, insulted, bashed in the head All because I decided to open my mouth And put what they didn't think of in perspective. Interruptions, Insults, What a shitty strategy, but fuck What an eff

No Talk by FacepalmToMe, literature

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No Talk

I consider myself a loyal friend; I'll keep your secrets, Help you get through rough times, Make you laugh when you need it, Listen when you want to be understood -- I might not be a good friend Sometimes, but I'll try to be The best kind of friend Anyone can rely on. I'm chill if you want to do Something that I don't agree on, I'll go through the lengths to make Sure I have freedom for some us time, I'll do anything to keep you Smiling after a bad day, even if It means breaking a couple of rules. What I can't do is have you use me. It may not be much, but our visits Are getting fewer and fewer As you're getting yourself busy With your n

Why I Drink... by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Why I Drink...

I don't drink to fit in Nor to look cool to The people looking in my life. I drink to get out my Improved self, The one who's mellow. Happy. Proud of others. The one who acts like How a human being should Fucking act. I'm worthless sober. A computer glitch. A human error. Sober me wonders why I'm still single. Why I'm not worth Being loved. Tipsy me knows the truth: I'm worse than trailer trash. It's better if I stay single; No one deserves to be touched By my toxicity, my hatred. But tipsy me is okay with it; I'm too busy being proud Like a father would, for Those who create to make themselves happy, Who share the little thing

Second-Handed by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Second-Handed

I'm getting hand me downs From everyone around me who No longer needs it and thought It'd be a good idea to give Them to me. I'm playing both siblings for Mom so she won't be lonely; Sister left for Cali and won't be back. Dad checked out, so I'm The one driving her to places both Dad and Sister would expect me to Drive her to - after all, They gave me their places in the family. I was recommended a job of a friend's And given his old apron and hat; After the first shift he decided out of the blue, To give me his single status, And a mutual friend's, too. "We're together," he says with a smile, Not bothering to think why I would Want to

As Useful and Worthy by FacepalmToMe, literature

I'm Sure by FacepalmToMe, literature

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I'm Sure

There’s something wrong with me - Too much unhappiness around me And almost all my thoughts are Violent, invading, and bitter; I mar the skin on my arms To make those thoughts and feelings Disappear for the time being, Only to repeat the cycle After a brief time; There are times I try Not to cry because if I do, Then that’s one more Unforgivable mess For me to deal with; I’m not too suicidal, But I have a habit of just Wondering why I’m still alive - Am I at all important in the world? Would anyone outside of The family I was given to Realize I wouldn’t be there anymore? “Kids these days are too sens

Safe Place In a Fictional Land by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Safe Place In a Fictional Land

One of the most painful things about Falling in love with books Is not having the ability to Literally go into the world and Communicate with your favorite characters, And knowing that there's no Way for this option to ever open up. Another painful thing Is to only find a safe place In a fictional land, with comfortable Conversations and warm laughter, Not in the world you live in, With verbal beatdowns, invasive thoughts And in a constant state of worry. But perhaps the biggest tragedy Of it all is avoiding the books You fell in love with because They offer this safe place you Want to be in, all locked up with A key you'll never have acces

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Can't Do Anything Right by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Can't Do Anything Right

Your Choice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Your Choice

Nice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Nice

Have a Voice by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Have a Voice

No Talk by FacepalmToMe, literature

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No Talk

Why I Drink... by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Why I Drink...

Second-Handed by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Second-Handed

As Useful and Worthy by FacepalmToMe, literature

I'm Sure by FacepalmToMe, literature

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I'm Sure

Safe Place In a Fictional Land by FacepalmToMe, literature

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Safe Place In a Fictional Land

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gathering thoughts by librarian-of-hell, literature

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gathering thoughts

I don't feel like discourse today and that's okay - let's leave politics to those who have a future - I used to thrive on academia: looking at things from a distance makes them pretty but now their ugly has caught up with me - is this what happens when you know too much? because I still feel like I know nothing... three pounds is about one and a half kilogram and that is what I think of as my full weight because the rest is just an excuse for the world to encourage self-induced malnourishment - but you call me a chemical imbalance simply for crying out for what I need and painting snapshots of the world I want and it makes me feel cold - y

Twas the Night before Net Neutrality was lost by Charlemagne1, literature

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Twas the Night before Net Neutrality was lost

Twas’ the night before the net neutrality vote, and all through the net' Not a blogger was frightened, nor had reason to fret. The memes were posted across the message boards with care In hopes that new users would soon like and share. The children were Skyping all snug in their beds While thanks for speedy service danced through their heads. Yet the internet’s websites, and I a humble user Had just got a tweet from some sort of accuser? Then out of Reddit their exploded such an outcry I sprang to Hot Topic to see what was awry! Away to the servers, I researched and gasped When I found out the laws the FCC had just passed! The sha

Why I (don't) write by Sylvanahts, literature

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Why I (don't) write

Poetry, yeah, I write poetry Why tough? I don’t even want to Whenever I sit down I just write some poems Then I put ’em online and show ’em to people I don’t know Why? Just so? They’re not even special don’t follow any traditional rules were never my thing just put simple rhymes at the end of my lines well, at least most of the times But all my characters, they’re lost without me Just as I am without their company Even when I do work on my little trilogy I am always stuck working out the backstory It’s just so much work to create a whole world from only your fantasy A feasible concept for ti

Depression Isn't Real by MikkiMarie, literature

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Depression Isn't Real

Depression isn’t true, my dear Depression isn’t real. It’s just a silly tragedy You’ve forced yourself to feel. Anxiety is fake, my friend You wonder why it’s there. But others have it worse than you! Stop forming false despair. Cutting is dramatic, love, It’s ugly, and it’s dumb. Why not just get over it? Is the attention fun? Suicide is stupid, dear, And selfish, if I may. Get over yourself, darling, Can you hear these things I say? Why aren’t you replying, love? Oh, where could you have gone? I never meant to hurt you, love, Did I say something wrong? Why aren’t you replying, dear

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Dear Self I Hate You More Than by LittleCloudNana, literature

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Dear Self I Hate You More Than

Dear Self, I realize today that I hate you more today than I did yesterday. Dear Self, I learned today the extent of how much you can't do anything right and how incompetent you are. Dear Self, I feel you should know I hope you die. Dear Self, It's taking all the restraint in the world not to drown you in the bath tub. Dear Self, Just the fact that I know you're happy even for a second makes me sick. I also know that the happiness you're feeling is my fault. I'll fix that. Dear Self, Get a grip. Dear Self, No one cares. Dear Self, Are you seriously disappointed? What did you expect? Have you ever MET me? Dear Self, Please.

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I'm on here posting poetry to vent. I usually write stories and post them elsewhere. This year I decided to make a website of short stories I've written called MidniteTales. It's a fun little project that I hope gets to some people.

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FacepalmToMe

May 30, 2016

Three (Put That Down, [Insert Character Name])

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     You know what's worse than characters that won't shut up in your head while you're sleeping? Characters that won't shut up while you're sleeping AND somehow managed to 'break' your hands so you can't write. (You have no idea where to start or how to write it out.)     I bet you if you search for any writer online, you'll have a big chance of finding out their reason for writing is something close to, "My characters needed to be heard." Do I have characters that say they need to be heard? Yep, but they'd rather just show me with hilarious acts than just tell me.     There was this story I wrote when I was eight. If you read it now (I

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May 29, 2016

Two (Sperm Donor Strikes . . . Again)

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     Now that I'm rethinking the title over, that sounds wrong. Let me explain.     I don't call him Dad anymore, which I've already made clear. Yeah, you're probably thinking, "If you're calling him Sperm Donor, that must mean he took your credit cards and gave you a flip phone instead of an iPhone, you ungrateful brat." Actually, the credit card thing was one time, but I deserved it. And I don't have a flip phone; it's on of those prepaid ones, which I'm fine with.     That's not the point. The (better) reasons I call him that is because of the many stupid-ass things he's done. How so? Okay, Listy Time: He's made tactless efforts in ma

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May 28, 2016

One (because I don't know what else to call this)

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     So, here are the basics of me, besides what I've mentioned in the other entry: I'm a female-to-male transgender (Got a problem? Fuck off. There, problem solved.) I have a sense of humor. What kind? If I think it's funny, I'll laugh.I have problems. Who doesn't? How do I deal with them? That's something different.I've been described as 'chill' by people who are not me. In other words, if you feel like you're offending me in some way, don't worry. I generally don't give a crap about most things; if I am, I'll let you know.I have abandonment issues. I don't know why.I'm passionate with writing.     Alright, now that I have the list crap