chubbymanatee:

ah how could i forget to post my own blackout poetry piece

chubbymanatee:

ah how could i forget to post my own blackout poetry piece

proof of nihilism

how could the gods live
in a world that gives this much
homework over break

response in haiku

the theorem was shown—
just the statement, not the proof…
might still be easy

everything about this assignment is terrible

what a pleasant surprise
you’ve decided to make!
eleven proofs due
the day after spring break!

how very correctly
the typesetting’s done!
using a regular “N”
for the natural nums.

you ask me to prove
something shown in class.
HOW VERY SPECIFIC
IS THIS QUESTION YOU’VE ASKED.

every part of this homework
makes me want to make you
grade ten faulty proofs
for every dumb thing you do.

iventuredfromminecraftia:

Error 404:

Your haiku could not be found.

Try again later.

worst poem ever

effervescent colloid

shiny shimmering

magenta

wobbling

jellies

jiggling on

light reflecting off water drops

this homework problem should be easy but I don’t know how to do it

feels like
my heart is pumping
tears, I don’t have the
blood in me to control this
shaking hand.

O, greatest sorrow!
This is despair!
Salty, like a
salt cube.

wallowing in this sea of
void thoughts, I grasp onto
nothing, the solution
evading my flailing arms.

Think about the first name you were ever called,
and then think how long it took until
you got called a pussy
or a slut,
or a bitch,
or a whore,
all of which are words that fall too close to ‘girl.’

Think about the first time you got called a ‘girl’
and they said it with a sneer.
Like it was a bad thing.

For a boy, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.
For a girl, it is the lowest degradation to get called a girl.

Remember, black widow spiders and female praying mantises eat their partners after intercourse.
Remember, it’s the lionesses who hunt.
They come back with bloody muzzles, dragging bloated carcasses as the alpha lion strides around with his mane puffing out.
Remember, it’s only the female mosquitoes who drink blood.
We’re the ones who do the necessary work, dirty our hands,
fuck or fight or both.
We’re often the smaller sex, which makes us a harder target
as we slink close and sink our teeth in.

Remember: we’re deadly.

You should be proud to be called a girl.

'Most Female Killers use Poison,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)

one third into the semester

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commision

if math is art
surely proofs are pottery:
aesthetic and
structurally sound.
my proof is made of

faulty pieces
hastily hot-glued,
duct-taped when I
ran out of hot glue,
decorated with faceless
crayon stick figures

A Violent Dream

Speakers blasting,
I carve spirals on the wall
extending outwards,
each tendril in perfect ratio.

Now my knife slides down the wall
and reaches my mattress.
It tears through the fabric,
dragging the sheets with it.
Cotton expands like popcorn in slow motion,
forming a vapor trail behind the blade.

I reach into the incision, and pull out my sanity.

Downtown

I can see the city through my window.
I often wonder if it’s there,
or if it’s painted on a curtain
suspended from a blue ceiling.

I wonder about the roads, too;
that maybe if I looked closer,
I’d see tracks
guiding toy cars in loops,
repeating traffic patterns
over
and over
and over
and over
and over.

“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.”

EZ does it

hurt?
in my head
you were crystal
jagged
and would teach him a lesson
leave him bleeding
after walking away
and pulling out your shards
I misjudged?

            (           what do you want?
             )

no no see
once I looked out for letter J
letter J threw me to the zombies
and ran
if you flay me open
you can trace the missing bites of meat
everybody always wants something
except when they don’t
but how am I to know who you are
until I feel the bullet rip apart my spine
I look out for number 1

this is just to say
I have tasted the acid that was in his sewage
and which you were probably saving for breakfast once
I forgive you
because I remember the aftertaste
biting
and burning
the whole
way
down

you may be more crystalline
than I ever could pretend to be
but maybe I misjudge

            (           a. comfort
                        b. friendship
                        c. revenge
                        d. all of the above
             )

i could say so much more
but is that a gun in your pocket
or are you just happy to see me

            (           e. nothing???
             )

the only safe move
is not to play

your move

“My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(via runiqu)