Isolophobe : Writing

Some spectacular suicide notes I wrote

Some spectacular suicide notes I wrote

A Poem by Isolophobe


No need to be sad, if he is merciful, I'm sure I'll see you in heaven. By this time tomorrow, I'll be gone i'm tired of stumbling over ro..
Sing song, sang sunk, sung sank. (I'm still here for you)

Sing song, sang sunk, sung sank. (I'm still here f..

A Poem by Isolophobe


hold on to the good in yougod knows there's so little leftthe problem with love isit always ends in thefthold on to the grace in youseems there's so l..
from all of us who still love, to all of you who were taught to move on

from all of us who still love, to all of you who w..

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I am worriedabout my health.Surely all theseheartbreakswill not do itany good.Its self-deprecationif I ever saw it enactedbetter than my father did.It..
If open woulds could talk

If open woulds could talk

A Poem by Isolophobe


You havestabbed memy lovewith theknife he oscillatedinside of your heart.You have takenthat utensil,his folly,his mistake,his devaluing of you,his kni..
The only plea that remains

The only plea that remains

A Poem by Isolophobe


if you leaveanythingof meunchangedlet it be my willi beg youleave me an ounce ofhope.
The weight of emptiness

The weight of emptiness

A Poem by Isolophobe


I'm not afraid of spidersI'm not afraid of dyingI'm not afraid of cryingI'm not afraid of gunshotsI'm not afraid of open veinsI'm not afraid of fallin..
You as in me (F**k you, Gerald Butler)

You as in me (F**k you, Gerald Butler)

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Can't f**k like someone with experiencecan't charm them like Butlercan't sing like BuckleyCan't even scream like KinsellaSo who will love you?Who will..
even so,

even so,

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I dont do well with holding grudges against people i've dreamt about so when i say i'd easily forgive you its because ive left part of my heart..
Stifled, stiffened, its all malarky

Stifled, stiffened, its all malarky

A Poem by Isolophobe


Finality has a wayof opening one's selfto reveal who theytrulyare.I wept while youclung to yourself.There was a splitdown the middle of my heartwhile ..
I've said too much

I've said too much

A Poem by Isolophobe


The only reason that the lonely press on is because something within them is saying this won't always be. Something is reminding them of what t..