There once was an brave mushroom
Who happened to be named Clyde.
Clyde had a quaint little log
Inside which he did reside.
He had strong opinions on politics
Which created a bit of a divide.
Clyde never let this get to him
And to the haters, he exposed his backside.
It was for this outrageous action
That he became known worldwide.
Clyde used his new popularity
To speak out against mushroom genocide.
He attracted the attention of the revered Society of Toadstools
They, just like him, were rather dissatisfied.
Clyde and the Toadstools went to the king
Who told them his hands were tied.
The queen, angered by her husband’s apathy
Exclaimed that the killings were unjustified.
Clyde and the Toadstools stared in awe
As the queen strode away from his side.
“I have a solution for this,” she announced
“We shall rid the human murderers with cyanide!”
Clyde and the Toadstools, though frightened,
Still with her plan complied.
Inside the human structures they released the gas
Finally, with glee, watched as the humans died.
Clyde and all the other fungi spent the rest of their days in peace
And tales of their bravery that live on are not one bit glorified.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 4:30 PM UTC
Two years ago today
Was our one month anniversary
Your father wouldn't let me come over
He never did approve of us.
Two years ago today
I loved you too much
I liked the feeling too much
I hated life too much
Two years ago today
I was surrounded by
Six half-full bottles of
Cymbalta.
Two years ago today
I emptied those pills
Into my heart and they
Infected my soul.
Two years ago today
I had a seizure in my bed
And lost all memory
Of the week leading up to it.
Two years ago today
I was rushed to the hospital
Lay shaking in the bed
Unable to lift my head.
Two years ago today
You visited me, eyes filled with
Something I'd never seen in them:
Dread.
Two years ago today
You climbed into my bed and
Held me like you thought
I would shatter.
Two years ago today
Was the very last day
I would ever have
You.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
It's snowing
Snowing like it was
All those years ago
Snowing it like it was
When we stumbled outside
Giggling and shivering
Snowing like it was
When we kissed the icy flakes
Off of each other's eyelashes
Snowing like it was
When you and I
were us
It's snowing
So I should be with you
But you're with her.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I go to sleep at
10 p.m
but lately it's more like
2 a.m.
because I don't want
to turn the lights off
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC
The hazy static of a head rush
Radiating from forehead to kneecaps
I miss us.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
She gives me sweet butterflies
You make my soul soar.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
but it's there
and it's there
and it's there
and I couldn't
but I won't
but I could
and I might
just
leave.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
one day i will finally
have the ovaries
to say all of this
but until then
maybe youll find
my hello poetry account.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC