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February 23, 2016
Diary of a Hypersomniac by Nullibicity is a terrifying nightmare realized.
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diary of a psychologist: on hearts
2.
next time you're alone with your lover,
look deep into their eyes
they might ask you what you're doing
and scrunch their brows
they might crinkle their nose
and tip their head
impatiently.
Tell them to wait.
watch the ribbons in their irises,
the milky muddle of color near the peripheries,
watch the little broken bridges of fibers
that once let the light walk right up to the pupils
and shrink them with a mischievous touch.
then, take their hand after a time
and hold it close to your chest
like you would the rest of them.
there is a phenomenon yet to be explained which occurs
when two people in love stare into each others eyes.
Wh
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In forty-seven minutes I will be twenty-one years old and my throat is tight with this notion
that every passing moment is a boat taking me further from the boy on the side of the road.
I am terrified of the swelling tide of time, the ripples I will create,
the creases that will be etched into my face
without the laughter lines I know he would have left and
one day someone will ask me how many siblings I have and I will hesitate
because he will be so distant and I can feel it coming.
I never intended to swim without him, but
I am drowning under the weight of pocket-stone-people,
the ones I love who he has never met and won't ever meet
and it
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on the difference between life and living
otherkids grew up learning how to avoid obstacles
while riding their bikes without training wheels
skateboarding in parks with the company of their friends
loving family
and a thing called happiness,
I
grew up using guess-and-check to
complete the square for quadratic functions,
but more importantly,
to add on to my ever-growing list on
how to not provoke a mom I always feared
and how to not think about a dad I never knew.
you say that you saved me,
that I should c
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I slept 16 hours yesterday, and I still managed to wake up feeling like the dead, my bed a welcoming casket. Unfortunately, I have taken to dreaming more during these insane stretches of sleep. Though, I'd say they usually relate to my past and to the struggles I wage internally.
The tone of this piece was inspired by counting-vertebrae, who is an insanely talented writer. He excels in using unorthodox and gripping imagery, usually of an anatomical nature, to shock and compel his readers. Basically, he's brilliant. I am so grateful to be able to know such artists, and to view their intensely raw and expressive art. For finally gathering the courage to post this, after it's sat in a document staring at me for a month or so, I hope it's not too much of a letdown.
Daniel In The Den - Bastille
I slept 16 hours yesterday, and I still managed to wake up feeling like the dead, my bed a welcoming casket. Unfortunately, I have taken to dreaming more during these insane stretches of sleep. Though, I'd say they usually relate to my past and to the struggles I wage internally.
The tone of this piece was inspired by counting-vertebrae, who is an insanely talented writer. He excels in using unorthodox and gripping imagery, usually of an anatomical nature, to shock and compel his readers. Basically, he's brilliant. I am so grateful to be able to know such artists, and to view their intensely raw and expressive art. For finally gathering the courage to post this, after it's sat in a document staring at me for a month or so, I hope it's not too much of a letdown.
Daniel In The Den - Bastille Mature
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I'm a hypersomniac as well! It's nice to know someone else who uses that term.
You are very talented with your use of imagery through out the piece. These two lines really stood out to me, "Shove the knuckles into my mouth so I can gargle bone and vein...how the aorta melted across their teeth and tongues."
Your words are so powerful here "...like I don't know what evil looks like twisting the features of someone I love into someone I don't."
and, "You have beaten 'no' out of my vocabulary with metal bats, evicted romance from the libraries of my mind..."
Overall this is a very dark and beautiful piece that is drenched in emotion.
You are very talented with your use of imagery through out the piece. These two lines really stood out to me, "Shove the knuckles into my mouth so I can gargle bone and vein...how the aorta melted across their teeth and tongues."
Your words are so powerful here "...like I don't know what evil looks like twisting the features of someone I love into someone I don't."
and, "You have beaten 'no' out of my vocabulary with metal bats, evicted romance from the libraries of my mind..."
Overall this is a very dark and beautiful piece that is drenched in emotion.