Two Minds, One Head by MurrImabutterfly, literature
Literature
Two Minds, One Head
I’m sorry. But are you? I had to. But did you? It was my only option. But was it? I was trying to keep us safe. But were you? It was him. It was you. He made me. You chose to. I didn’t want to. Didn’t you? I was afraid. You were weak. I was young. You were old enough. I didn’t mean to. Look where we are now. It was him. You killed us. I’m sorry. But are you?
Dear N,
I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry for how screwed up you are. And I am so, so sorry that I ever introduced my friends to you.
Because then, maybe, I wouldn’t have broken so much. And maybe, maybe my friends wouldn’t hate me.
But I did, and they do—I really fucked up.
You took your throne and tore us apart.
When I was hurting and angry, you kept poking.
And when I lashed out, it was somehow my fault.
And even though I was broken, depressed, suicidal—I was still a person.
But all you saw was a puppet.
And you kept pushing, prodding…
Until I broke.
You hurt me in ways I never could have imagined,
Dear Posers:
We wear black for a reason. We act tough because we have to. We have been through some shit; we have lost much and gained little. Some of us cut to relieve the pain, some of us turn to drugs, to stealing. We all hate some part of ourselves, because it hurts to much to accept it, because people we trusted ripped us apart and left us to die, because it is a swirling abyss of rage and hate. Some of us have to cry ourselves to sleep, isolate ourselves in moments of fury out of concern of hurting others, or go home just to face more shit. Some of us were abused, by peers or elders; some of us were betrayed by those we held dear; some
To My Watchers....... by MurrImabutterfly, literature
Literature
To My Watchers.......
This will resemble a journal entry, because it pretty much is. Except for the fact it's actually not.
As some of my watchers know, I am starting a science fiction novel (slash novella; length of the full work is unknown of current). deviantART does not accept colored text, which is actually the majority of this sci-fi project. Originally, I was going to scrap it and move to plan B. But, wait, another moocher of poems reminded me of Quizilla! (She Whispers was republished on the evil website under a different user, brought to my attention by a lovely person) Quizilla, despite being a hub for shitty writers and plagiarizers, is actually a rath
Best IM Convo Ever by MurrImabutterfly, literature
Literature
Best IM Convo Ever
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hey
You: Don’t you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly that is your toes.
Your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in,
And you fall apart, limb by limb.
Stranger: whatever youre on.. ill take 4
You:
Every night,
before she fell asleep,
she whispered
to whoever was listening:
"Kill me please.
Kill me softly,
Kill me gently,
Kill me so my blood gushes out.
I don't care. Just kill me."
Every night, she whispered.
Every day, she waited.
Every night, no one listened.
Every day, nothing happened.
Not even a bruise,
a bump,
a cut.
As months went by,
she still whispered
with ever-mounting desperation:
"Kill me please.
Kill me softly,
Kill me gently,
Kill me so my blood gushes out.
I don't care. Just kill me."
She planned her own demise,
but never found time
to end her pain.
But when month four
danced by,
she shut
Two Minds, One Head by MurrImabutterfly, literature
Literature
Two Minds, One Head
I’m sorry. But are you? I had to. But did you? It was my only option. But was it? I was trying to keep us safe. But were you? It was him. It was you. He made me. You chose to. I didn’t want to. Didn’t you? I was afraid. You were weak. I was young. You were old enough. I didn’t mean to. Look where we are now. It was him. You killed us. I’m sorry. But are you?
Dear N,
I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry for how screwed up you are. And I am so, so sorry that I ever introduced my friends to you.
Because then, maybe, I wouldn’t have broken so much. And maybe, maybe my friends wouldn’t hate me.
But I did, and they do—I really fucked up.
You took your throne and tore us apart.
When I was hurting and angry, you kept poking.
And when I lashed out, it was somehow my fault.
And even though I was broken, depressed, suicidal—I was still a person.
But all you saw was a puppet.
And you kept pushing, prodding…
Until I broke.
You hurt me in ways I never could have imagined,
Goodness, it's been a while. dA has basically changed everything, writing submissions are harder while visual submissions seem mostly the same? Anyway, updates are to be had. I could make excuses or fun little stories up, but basically, I haven't really been motivated to upload to dA. What I do write is either for a novel I've been writing, or compulsive drabbles. I haven't really been into writing poetry since my angsty years and have been mostly funneling any angst into said novel. I might start doing character sheets and/or uploading character studies from my in-progress book, depending on interest, but I might also just delete everything and use this account to lurk like I've been doing. Who knows. Definitely not me, haha.
It's been a long time since I've been on dA, mostly because it's a reminder of my less mature (and less sane) self. So, I've begun overhauling everything. Nothing, except journal entries, will be deleted; stories, poems, and the like are going to move to appropriate folders.
I also plan on changing the focus of my account. Before, I focused on writing. But between realizing my talent came from my pain (such melo, much drama..wow) and the computer I was using to write crashing, I've been struggling to find my muse. [deleted unnecessary section. not doing what I said I would.]
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