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Ernst Fuchs (1930–2015) - The Birth of Venus, 1974

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a little more about this poem, no i am no longer longing for her, i’ve realised that i’ve been in love with someone else the whole time and romanticised this because i wanted to be loved. since i found out through an ex-friend that she liked me, she’s proven herself to be a complete wreck and abuses her religious freedom to turn beautiful friendships into miserable and abusive experiences. she makes others feel like she comes to hangout only for the vibes and not the people she’s with. sad but it’s not my place to let her know the havoc she brings with her. it had been horrible in her presence, she’s started rumours and told many secrets about my friends to other people that she shouldn’t have and i’m thankful i haven’t been friends or even associated myself with her for a long time.

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the overflow by mvixsn

written in november twenty twenty three

prediction of my greed

you’ve got what it takes to succeed

i’m trying to stay in your current

being thrown around in your high tide is better than the barren desert of my lows

they don’t care about you

i can’t find the people

bend and bend

nothing to mend

stretched and stretched

i cannot snap

tensions and a breakable grasp

you clasp your hands over mine

bright

it hurts take me away from her

pull me away from my knife

take it from my grasp

i plead and scream

but you’re not listening

you can’t hear silence

over your own shouting

i can’t care anymore

i’m lying on the floor

come get me off the ground

swing me around

rub my shoulders back to life

the light is heavy but life’s heavier

sweet sweet hearts

our secrets bring us to them

close to giving up

close to letting them overcome our purely pained exsistent

the words the words i’ve got to get them out

the overly conscious overthinking scum

i can’t breath and think

my thoughts fill up my lungs

write, WRITE… i can breath altlast

not for long

i long for a sweetness

that doesn’t leave my mouth bitter

she’s seeing me speak in tongues

i care too much i should just let her go

how am i holding on to her?

what do i even perceive her as?

loving is scary

i fear i fear i fear

make it make sense!

to live and die is to die with regrets

its to never know just how miserable it is to die and live

laughing is a medicine that takes it too far

giggling and trying hard to make someone laugh when im sad is some sort of joke

pity is what id say of myself

i pity me every second

by mvixsn

ps i write twisted poems about my feelings and yours, yes i wrote all this in and of itself, i’m mvixsn. i write things.

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annie - mvixsn

written in august of twenty twenty three

she liked me but then found god

and i heard glass break

no one ever told me, there’s no cure for heart ache

i get it, her reputation was at stake

but never though she’d leave me in her wake

it’s pouring outside and i can feel the earth shake

her laughter was divine

and her company was sublime

but i never thought she’d cast it all as a lie

i feel she’s lost her passion for me cause i don’t see it in her eyes

she’s bright but it’s all a facade

she could’ve been the love of a decade

i’m a broken record still feeling that way

still wanting her to stay

but i know she’s already slipped away

she was sand between my fingers

and like time i could never rewind,

an elegant desert passing by to another table

even in her midst i could only stare

it still feels like a twisted love affair

and i’m at war it’s because of her light air

wanting to wake up and see her olive hair

beside me cause i’ve been there

struggling but i just don’t care

wish she’d be with me and go anywhere

but now all i see is her unaware

she makes me hurt inside

and i can’t tell anyone i can’t confide

i have to keep it to myself i have to hide

all these feelings because she changed her mind

i’m tense and i don’t know what to do

wish she’d left me something like cinderella’s shoe

and even though all my insecurities grew thinking what her friends knew

and that i feel so damn used

i just wish she’d have told me

that she liked me

even if it was out of the blue

by mvixsn

ps i write twisted poems about my feelings and yours, yes i wrote all this in and of itself, i’m mvixsn. i write things.

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“i am not afraid of death, i’m afraid of surviving it”

but then is it really death? aren’t you just scared of pain and feeling and absorbing other people’s emotions as they see you? surviving an attempt (yours or not, accident or not) isn’t as scary as the aftermath of the world coming at you full speed or just grazing past you, moving on with the day, aren’t you just fearful of change, or things staying exactly the same? that you’d have to relearn how to be loved and love? that your world won’t just be your world? that you’ll have time staring you in the face waiting for you to bail and the only thing you could say is i survived? i met my end and it didn’t speak to me? or are you scared of the other side, and having a consciousness within its cloud? are you scared to take the grim reapers hand as he takes you to a place he calls home? are you scared to forget everything you’ve ever seen and felt and believed, are you scared to let go and let yourself go? i believe at least a little so. surely the grounding beneath your toes crumbles and folds around your bare feet and pulls you back down to earth when you try to grow wings. surely you’ll notice the color of the paint on the walls was never purely white, but an irish mocha in a cafe cup white. surely you’ll feel the desire to walk outside and breath in some air, toxic or fresh, and you’ll feel yourself existing and maybe you’ll wonder, was i scared of living beyond my end, or was i scared that has been what i’ve been doing for so long, your shoulders might drop and so will you to your knees. haven’t you been tired and exhausted of fighting in a world that might not even notice your fear? you are strong, are you not? you are brave, are you not? i see you. it doesn’t have to be enough, but i am not scared of you or for you. you are not scared of death or the end but of your own observations proving to be true to something you’re predisposed to. you are not to be feared, your are to be loved. relax your fists and breathe out then scream all you want, you’re going to be okay.

ps i write twisted poems about my feelings and yours, yes i wrote all this in and of itself, i’m mvixsn. i write things.