I cleaned out my closet
But I was too depressed to get rid of anything so
There’s an elephant skeleton in the room
The hallow eyes follow me around
I meant to return it
But I never got my blankets back so I decided to burn it
But it’s been too hot outside for a bonfire
So I’ll wait until the air smells like the happiest months I knew you
And I’ll destroy it
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 1:33 PM UTC
If you need to drunk ramble at 3 am when I have work the next day
If you need a place to crash
If you need someone to tell you you’re doing the right thing
Or that you’re just okay
Or that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to someone
If you need someone to feed you and rub your back
Or play with your hair
Or do your laundry because you’re too depressed
Or motivate you to do things that make you happy
Or to sit in silence with
You’ll have to call someone else
Because I changed my number.
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 1:30 PM UTC
You didn't bring me into this world
And you won't be the reason I leave it
My scars can spin a different narrative
But hell’s a place and I’ve seen it
I’ve felt its delicate ringlets around my broken fingers
But you have to believe I didn't feed it
In fact I witnessed the worst parts of Satan's charm
And you have to see that I beat it
Before it could take my sister and brothers away
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
Whatever it was
My body is dismembering itself trying to find it
If it ever existed at all
My personality mere shreds of a mind that once hosted the sporadic and filthy stages of grand plays all delicately directed behind a purposefully sheer curtin begging for tomfooler-esque low lifes to stop by for a show
I've never craved the feeling of decency but the ecstasy of pain and the cold dehumanization I thrived for so dearly seems now more a chaotic choice in paths than an exploitation of the weaknesses around me
I'd be just as happy baking to death in the desserts of an unhappy trip with no sober grip on reality
As I would be living happily ever after in a tastefully decorated house with realities despotic grip on me
But the choice is yours, not mine.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC
At such a point as that which breathing does not define life of an entity
At such a point as that which heart does not define living
At such a point as that which soul is irrelevant
At that such point lies the true purgatory: living
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
You
poems are always about you
who are you
Well we see you as the depiction of absolute perfection
we see you as the broken painting
picture perfect
smoke kissing spin the bottle absolutely everything we want to be ours
But who are you
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
"My name is Death."
He said with some finality.
"and you shall feel my cold hands groping your throat,"
and I did.
"and you shall feel my cold hands brushing your breast,"
and I did.
"and you shall feel my cold hands trace your thighs,"
Oh, I did feel it.
"and you shall feel my cold hands rip the life from you
so that we may dance this once."
and what a marvelous dance it was; my brush with him.
I wish to feel it again,
that love.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
I'm fighting
against this wave of "new age artists"
every masterpiece written on napkins crumbled up into poets pockets
I'm fighting
to keep my head above the water
we're all drowning in our tears
we're all just put here to wander
is there a god?
do they like poetry,
do they recite slam in heaven,
is that what causes earthquakes?
am I a real poet
will anyone ever read my work
or will it just go un noticed will my voice ever reach the atmosphere
I'm fighting
to scream louder than the others
to give a voice to the kids who were better at algebra than english
because they don't have the creative capacity to say these things
am I a real poet
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
she doesn't ******* love you
what can she give you that I can't
every time we hang out she's there
and I can't get the thought out of my head
that we'd be so much better
you and I
we used to take on world and make each other laugh until we cried
what happened to that?
she doesn't understand your humor
it's getting cold again,
you know,
I left my ex for you once but you got with her and I had to beg him to take me back
what's that about?
you led me on
in the back seat of your car
your jacket off and your heat on
and we just
talked
you tried to kiss me once
then we stopped talking because she practically begged you for your love
you're not happy now.
you're proving a point
it's not days in between our conversations anymore it's months
I haven't seen you in forever
but every time I do I can tell that little ***** is draining the life out of you you look haunted
and you look tired.
and I'm sick of it.
I talk to everybody and they agree with me you know
I thought it was just jealousy
but it isn't
everyone sees it
I heard her talking **** about you
and she admitted to me that she gets jealous of our relationship and I asked her what that means because you and me
we don't talk
she kept asking me why
I ignored her and she kept asking me why
I ******* hate her.
I'm not saying you should have dated me from the start or whatever
but did it have to be gobinet
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
I'm not made for you.
We won't fit like perfect puzzle pieces,
I can't give you the whole world and magically make it look somewhat decent.
You expect too much from me.
I can't even look out for myself,
you sit there and watch me crying on the floor and come asking me for help,
I can't support you.
It'll hurt me too much to try,
your codependency is overbearing I don't text you and you wonder why.
I can't do this.
But I can't tell you that right now,
if I leave you it gives you a reason to start drinking and you'll just drag me down.
I don't love you.
But I don't think you care,
every thought I have in the back of my head somehow you're always there.
Just stay away from me.
I don't want this anymore.
You aren't the person that I want to be with,
and you're starting to **** me off.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC