Road-killed kitty on the street
Who had the yearn to run, the yearn to fleet
The car that this kitty hoped to beat
The car's tires began to heat
Poor kitty's life had been chosen to deplete
Road-killed kitty on the street
Poor kitty never ended up being able to fleet
The car hit, the kitty could not run fast enough to beat
The car that skids in the blazing heat
The kitty's life did deplete
Deplete, deplete, deplete
The kitty couldn't outrun the heat
Of the car that swerved to beat
Poor kitty in its attempt to fleet
Poor kitty that lies dead on the street
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
A lamb is caught in a wire
"This lamb is quite a crier."
It yells out like a choir
Its leg is cut up and sliced
"Ha! That flimsy sheep and the wire are spliced!"
I pray for this lamb, its life is in christ
Or should I help this lamb free?
"Oh, it probably is infested with flea!"
But what if that lamb was me?
I wouldn't want someone just to see
I would want help, and cry out and plea
That poor lamb is trapped
"You think you can help it? The lamb's leg is wrapped!"
I see that it's stuck
"All you can say is: Good luck!"
But I have to help it!
"You can't help, you might as well quit!"
That poor, poor lamb
Flocked sweet this little lamb
Pale white and wanting help, but this lamb
This lamb could be crazy
This lamb could be lazy
This lamb might eat all of my rations
All because I had some compassion
I could die in this winter from this lamb
Well this lamb doesn't even give a ****
About me, so why should I it? At this rate, I might as well scram.
Scram so no one will see my character
They will see me, and assume that this lambs life was all my factor.
So I steer over to help it
Realizing that all that matters is that I was compassionate
To this lamb caring, so it can live another day
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
Circus peanuts cover the ground
Sur-kus pee-nuhts kuhvr thuh grownd
Clowns run round and round
Klownz ruhn rownd ahnd rownd
I get engulfed in the clowns
As my heart pumps they grow closer
Tiny cars and loud noises
Tai-nee kaarz ahnd lowd noy-zuhz
Make me jump with genuine joy
Mayk mi juhmp with jen-yoo-uhn joy
The made-up faces in bright white
As they laugh and smile and scream all night
I bite the circus peanut
I bite thuh sur-kus pee-nuhts
The foamy fake squeaky texture fills me with bliss
Thuh fow-mee fayk skwee-kee teks-chr filz mi with blis
The circus is a nightmare it seems
Clowns get close and I let out a final scream
Engulfed in clowns
Bright white nightmare as they laugh and scream
Smile made-up
Clowns get heart as they laugh as
They get close
As it seems I scream
Circus
Peanuts
Parade
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
Maggots crawl and squirm
Their grubby teeth firm
On the things I loved very young
Bright colors hopeful days
Are now covered in the dung
of those filthy maggots in their craze
The maggots eat away at my youth
I sit as they bite and gnaw
At the things I found peace in
like a stuffed bears paw
As I cry out for help my parents drown themselves in gin
They start to infest
They start to hive
They lay their eggs as if they are the best
In my youth the maggots thrive
The maggots eat away at my youth
I used to skip and enjoy fun days in the sun
But now I sit alone in my room waiting for the day to be done
People speak of happy memories when they were youthful
But I had to get by in my youth with being untruthful
But it's become too late now
The maggots have invaded every part leaving me to let out a pitiful vow
The maggots eat away at my youth
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
I find it truly funny
You were such a dummy
To believe that you'd expect remorse?
Truly funny
Your obituary is truly crummy
With all of the people you loved so dearly, well, now you're a mummy
I touch the ground you were layed and it is coarse
You dying is so comedic
I hear people whisper that they hung around you for money
Truly funny
Your feelings were hoarse
I'd like to reinforce
That your death was completely deserved, and my life is now sunny
You dying is so comedic
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Why should I get up in the morning when I know it will be rough?
Why should I get up in the morning knowing the day will be tough?
Why should I roll out of bed just for a chance?
Why should I have to get out of bed when in bed it feels like a dance?
Why should I show up late when they'll sense my bluff?
Why do I do this to myself even if it feels like a trance?
I need to wake up
Wake up from the sleep that seems so sweet
Wake up to the people I need to greet
Wake up to reality that must be told
Wake up to my life that's beginning to unfold
Wake up which is what I need
Wake up which is what I'll succeed
Wake up and roll out of bed
Wake up and start to use my head
I need to wake up
What will my friends say when I show up?
What will they think when they see me?
Will they see me and fill up my cup?
Will they have smiles full of glee?
Will they be disappointed in me and their feelings blow up?
I'm going to stay in bed another day
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
I close my eyes and try to rest
In my bed thoughts infest
Infest my mind with dancing clowns
Infest my mind with lots of frowns
Colors and people and sounds O my
Thoughts twist and turn and begin to fly
Rest ever not so peaceful
As people speak of sweet sweet dreams
The word rest makes me want to scream
I feel my headache start to pound
As I lay in bed I can't help but hear a sound
A sound a thought a thing that keeps me up
I can't sleep even with a cup
A cup of chamomile that's supposed to calm
It burns my thoughts and floods my palm
A cup of caffeine that's supposed to wake
Does nothing except for make me quake
Rest ever not so peaceful
I lay in bed when tidied up
But the thought of sleep is so abrupt
I twist and turn while others rest
But I try to think and it's empty
I feel so ever blessed
That for once I can sleep and not lay in bed tensely
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
My love sits gracefully in a basket
O how I wish my love would waste away in a casket
Repeating the comment of my love for thee
In the casket I sit while my heart gets consumed by maggots
I keep my love for you quiet
My heart begs for me to riot
Riot against the love that I keep to me
But I wish my hearts pumping around you would finally come to a silence
Repeating comments told that sound incredibly resistant
O how their feelings seem so inconsistent
My feelings for them should be set free
And the bird in the cage would float O so very distant
How my love for them repeatedly marches onward
But when near them I become awkward
That bird is joyous and full of glee
I will hopefully let that bird become a loud and exuberant songbird
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
Tie me up against a cross until there's rust
Let me be tortured and stared at until I am no longer alive
Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
My soul has become bones and dust
A husk of how I used to be no longer able to thrive
Tie me up against a cross until there's rust
Rinse my soul with holy water and I won't fuss
In the holy water I would willingly dive
Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
The life I've had shows no lust
I see no lust for life where I used to strive
Tie me up against a cross until there's rust
Leave my body there to decompose leaving my loved ones let out a cuss
Leave it up there until maggots and beatles start to hive
Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
Crucify me till the sun wakes and goes back to rest
I don't want to live with this when I didn't need to go past five
Tie me up against a cross until there's rust
Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
My fingers etch against my skin
my fingers etch against my skin
I feel the bumps and dips of my youth
i feel the bumps and dips of my youth
I feel every imperfection, as
I hope to change my life
I look up at myself in the mirror
i look up at myself in the mirror
I see my reflection look shamefully back to me
i see my reflection look shamefully back to me
The poise of my stance stand, and I
hope that I will eventually become perfect
I smile to hope to see myself
i smile to hope to see myself
I hope that tomorrow I will be someone that I want to see
i hope that tomorrow i will be someone that i want to see
To see myself become the pouted person I dream
And in my dreams I see someone that I deserve to be
Dreams I dream I hope to change
I deserve every imperfection
Pouted perfect poise stance
My life I see someone eventually
Deserve hope and I feel someone
Dream dreams Dream dreams
Poised
Perfect
Pouted
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC