unlisted
check the census
unlisted
where is my name?
unlisted
I exist, I swear I do
unlisted
unlisted
I never existed
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
"ghosts are not real." she said and she sighed
"I sure did not become one when I died"
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 2:03 PM UTC
No more daydreams
I can't recall the last
Goodnight till morning
Hell will pass
This is a wasteland of
My own design
Alienate me from my own mind
Reunite me with the sun
End of the night
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
hugs and kisses
on a saturday night
a movie in the background
some comedy you
insisted was the best
your brother calls your phone
yet you ignore it
for there is no one
but I in your eyes
tonight
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 11:07 AM UTC
somber nights
full glasses
blunt ends
dry texts
futile efforts
dark caves
weak minds
full pages
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC
Six people board a train going to the end of the world. The moon shines through the train windows, casting squares of light onto the floor. One of the people is a carpenter. His fingers long for the touch of his wood, although he has not found any pleasure in working the fibers for years. He shifts uncomfortably in his boots. He never wanted it to turn out this way. He always was told he would make a difference by his mother, that he would be a surgeon, or a scientist, or the president. Yet here he was, a starving artist, barely getting by. A lifeless drunk, stumbling around his one-bedroom apartment like his father. Oh, how he despised his resemblance to his father, that horrid old man. He no longer saw himself as anything but a clone of the dreadful man he called his father. The end of the world seemed like a place fit for such a useless man such as himself. And the train went on.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC
he came up to me, hands shaking, eyes wild
he threw me a grin, in response, I smiled
he seemed a bit crazy, a tad bit insane
yet I still let him sit next to me on the train
the woman beside me leaned over and said
"Are you sure? He doesn't seem quite right in the head."
I turned and I laughed, without much delight,
"It'll be fine, I'm just being polite!"
the man turned to me, and said, shedding a tear,
"One of these days, I may disappear."
I laughed, though uneasy, and said with a sigh
"I guess at one point we all just die."
At the next stop,he stood up and uttered
"Well, thank you for talking with my mind in the gutter."
Walked off the train, though his right foot dragged
I suddenly noticed he had left his bag!
I yelled to the man, "Wait, sir, you left your sack!"
I stood up, yet couldn't see him when I looked back...
The man had disappeared, just as he said
But he left me wondering if I was right in head
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 2:16 PM UTC
My dear depression
On PM chariots you ride
Ruining sovereign evenings
Not a drop of amity left
In the places your parasite touches
No, this must be forever!
Gone by morning
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC
if I was a movie
a big flashy picture up on a screen
doused in bright colors and famous actors
with lines to see me out the theater
the title would be
you
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
do not trust those who rule
they act much too wise
for such a large fool
the ones who rule
over our feeble land
have never known anything more
than biting the feeding hand
see past the lies
they put on TV
the ones who are colored
the ones who are queer
are not the enemy
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC