drive by
shots fly
like roseless thorns
all pedal, no petal
run race
last place
mouth leaded in scorn
All metal, no medal
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC
I'm bleeding a color that doesn't exist
She'll use it as hair dye
staining persists
I'd charge for her
trenches
with no bayonet
While my heart still on fire
she'll burn cigarette
I cannot arrêt
her body's not hardware
her eyes, internet
my soul thrives in her ironclad grip
rings
and chains
and spines
and grit
A massive fur coat
I asked what she wrote
her answer? I choke
Çrows catch her
words
when they're
stuck in
her throat
drinking wine in a math class
with a lover from last past
a soul that can laugh bad
but honest a ghost
betwixt my ears, behind my eyes
her black lips
steel pierced to prize
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
Why does the gratification
of now over then
control me so more than the afters at end
Stay awake on my phone
till the avian choir
not fearing tomorrow
for current desires
putting off work
till it's well overdue
then staying up late,
typing way after two
it's two thiry now,
I get up in four hours
I'll be tired by then,
made my own morning sour
Putting off bills
so I don't have to pay
Just to have the cost triple
at the end of the day
It's like time is a score
that I have to beat
even if I know
of my certain defeat
Playing my games
while neglecting my laundry
my current wants whisper,
their voice silk and sultry
staying in bed
till I've no time to get up
just to bask in the warmth
of my blanket's warm hug
I act like a creature
that can't understand
the notion of planning,
so I hurt by my hand
I need to grow up
and break out the cycle
But I'll do that tomorrow
Now's pleasure's more vital
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
An angel whispers on my shoulder
And on my right, the devil rants
Call me ambidextrous,
The way I'm playing both hands
The passing years won't rend me older
For that is not how I advance
Still do things thats dangerous
Like my violent, thin ice dance
My ego strengthens my weak stance
Fake solid ground, no permanence
I'll be my own bad influence
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
If I were reborn
in a new body, same soul
restarting fresh, but with old goals
an infant's body,
with my memories stored
I wouldn't change a thing
I would love the same sick love
I would hate the same wrong hate
spend the same effort
to rebuild the same scape,
just
to rewatch it all deteriorate
re-light every fire lit,
to get re-burned by its warm embrace
revisit every broken place
and won't fix any past mistakes
because it all built me as I am
And how I see myself today
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 7:25 PM UTC
I did much more than I desire
Now I stand up,
to the avian choir
I cannot rest,
my body's wired
I yearn for sleep,
so ******* tired
My brain, it stings
with fake desire
My eyes, they hurt
My face, on fire
Might die,
not cert-ten scary hours
Til I get my
first pretty flowers
My blood is volts,
I'm stripping wires
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 7:17 AM UTC
Thirteen years old,
last year of grade school
I was having my fun,
but not yet a fool
I fell down a well,
started looking for rescue
The water's so deep
with no place to rest too
My chest grows stressful
Then he calls out:
"I have something to bless you"
I look around
and the water is less blue
I clamber out
He says: "you're a mess, dude"
"Now go get dressed"
"I've got someone,
who I hope will impress you"
Mary's so pretty
All covered in flowers
She can take minutes
make them into hours
Mary's so pretty
Mary's oh so pretty
Fifteen years old
and high in love
Every day with her
is a gift from above
Always pick her when
push comes to shove
I can't let go, no
Her hand's my glove
Feel her on my lips
And I can't get enough
Her kiss is relaxing
but it's gone with a puff
"See? I knew you'd like her"
Mary's so pretty
All covered in flowers
She can take minutes
make them into hours
Mary's so pretty
but I'm getting bored
Seventeen now, I've met
Susan and Molly
Vivian, Addy,
Roxy, and Nicky
But its been months
Since I've seen Mary
Wake up and kiss Susan,
till she's stuck in my head
I fool with Nicky in the day,
she's my new best friend
Then slip Roxy at night
it's how I get to bed
Make love to Molly all day,
on the weekend
I'm back in the well,
and now the water's red
The well is so tall
that I don't see the end
I don't see the sun
Just darkness instead
He's not coming this time
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
The highway goes both ways
Where one way's to Dante's
And one way's to gold gates
Your choice where to go
on the road run by old fate
Its no race
and there isn't a finish line
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
She sent the I L Y
with a quote unquote
How do I get so high
While I stay so low?
Know that I'll run out of time,
before I run out of hope
One last kiss her goodbye,
Can taste the lump in her throat
Her jacket's still down in my kitchen, she ain't ready to go
I try to lead her away
With all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
My heart it wants her to stay
When I look in her eyes
Can tell she's feeling the same
Her face won't show her dismay
But she's got tears on display
Her heart is wired to her body but her face to her brain
pressure and motion okay
I'd cross an ocean for "hey"
All types of emotion morphing into foreplay
An olive branch in her mouth
as she's flying, my love
She's been my symbol of peace
So I've called her my Dove
I could never let go, no
her hand was my glove
I did so much that I'd die
but it was never enough
I try to lead her away
with all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
my heart it wants her to stay
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
What does it mean to be into
someone like you?
Is it the simple admiration of your personality?
With a healthy dose of carnal views?
With a bond where every word is true?
Well if that's really all it takes, then by all accounts I'm into you
I like your face
I like your eyes
I like your humor and your smile
The way you walk
The way to talk
How conversations last a while
But I know that's too simple
I know I do
I also know, you know that too.
Because that's not really what it means to be into someone like you, no
It's holding hands in hopeful trance
to heavy on the days in wait
with a passion too burned to sleep
so yearned to meet
the days of growing old and great
Two young lovers, plan ahead
To days of glory and messy beds.
a very person to call your own
Coming home to warm embrace
where a gentle kiss spills upon your face
Now by these accounts
I've got some news
you might not beleive it true
but it turns out that really
I am not that into you
don't get me wrong
I like your face
I like your eyes
I like your humor and your smile
The way you walk
The way to talk
How conversations last a while
I've thought this through
it's not denial
I don't want you
Although commitment sounds amazing
and my brazen heart is ripe for taking
It's not for me,
not now at least
I still need to grow
and work some more
before I allow me to feel it free
I hope you can excuse my actions
they're symptoms of nothing
but shallow attraction
you mean more to me as friend than as a lover
that is of course, if we can re befriend each other
Cause you're not doing well and I've ****** up
Letting old habits hurt another
I don't want to be with you
I don't need the day, or afternoon
Just a couple texts should do me good
I don't need your loyalty and truth
Just someone to laugh with and to goof
But that's all for nought
if you feel it not
that abstinence's the way to go
If you want me gone
I'll make it done
And find another friendly soul
with a pretty face
And pretty eyes
a funny humor and pretty smile
a pretty walk
a sultry talk
and conversations that last a while
And now I realize, I see
How contradicting I can be
What kind of friend writes poems of love?
Or gets you flowers to apologize?
Or scratches your back while you cry?
Or asks to kiss?
Or insults your weight?
I'm often sorry as of late,
I haven't been a good friend
I confuse you to no end
I abused your limits
I lose defend
But I don't want
to lose you as my friend
I'm sorry that I'm strange with portraying my emotions
It never made much sense to me
Because both my friend
and both my lover
share my heart in equal piece
I'm grateful you put up with me
I really don't take it for granted
I'm sorry that I made it seem like it's love my heart demnanded
What I feel is much more akin
to the fear of being abandoned
But I'll keep my pace
and stay away
for how many days you recommended
I hope one day
we'll be okay
and our friendship will be mended
I hate that I made you uncomfortable
I'm sorry
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC