the sky is clear it’s a good day
a few clouds but it mostly clear
it’ll be good no worries
barely any clouds
only a thirty percent chance of
******* up my day thanks a lot
daylight savings don’t you know i can’t work
at night it’s just too dark
i can’t see what i’m doing
how’s the forecast today
sad, i bet
the wind will carry me
into a tree
stuck like a cat
the thunder won’t turn off in my head it’s too loud
to sleep too scary to stay awake
the wind is yelling at me
the fog is making me confused
but this sun gives me hugs
this breeze is reassuring...
~you know the weather doesn’t control your feelings right~
wrong **** you.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:54 PM UTC
Let my death be
on display
as my life is.
Allow my body to remain
on the Earth and
feel the wind creep
past every crevice
of my body.
Keep my scrawny features
in the foreground,
straw-sized wrists and all.
Expose my coarse skin to all
those elements,
let them watch my curls drop
and my skin dull out
to a pale gray.
Rub my corroded bones, feel what’s missing.
Watch the bugs crawl out of my cracked chest.
Look at my weak arms.
Admire my scratched up legs.
Notice the features chipped off my face.
Let me put myself on natural display.
Let me show the world what it made of me.
Let this be how I rest in peace.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
to you
little lighthouse
who i was not sure
would appear,
now with your little
finger peaking out from
your little ***
proud and small,
soon to be
big and scary and sharp
i need you more than you need me, Spiky
and that is true
so much so
my brother and i
made it permanent,
gave up a limb each
to your edges and curves,
had needles poke them
into our skin
because like you
we felt
self-sufficient
self-sustaining
thriving on neglect
like you
we felt barely watered
by those who sowed our seeds
like you
our defenses are now
on the outside
protruding
and pricking
nonetheless when i checked last
you had grown
your first spikes.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
If the trees would speak,
They’d tell me to leave,
To find my roots,
Grow up to the clouds,
And find my peace.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
it is unfair for me to love
when I know I could be gone
in the blink of an eye.
it is unfair to make you love me
when I can’t even bear to live
at all.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
if only i could remove myself from this situation
that is my sadness,
that is my life,
without hurting you.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
oh how lovely it would be to hold your hand
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
Your name has always sounded to me
The way happiness feels,
The perfect shaping of words,
The most soothing movements of the mouth.
My stomach cramps up at the sight of you.
It does not hurt, no, you see:
It does not hurt at all.
Not compared to how I feel when I remember,
That you,
Once filling up my lungs with your very presence,
Making breathing all that much easier for me,
Still by my side on my exhale,
Is now out of sight,
Unfamiliar,
Distant,
Out of reach.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC