i have a desire;
to fold into myself for infinite revolutions--
and forgive myself.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
Temperament broods, obnoxious;
I hear it in my setting voice–
A loose dainty silk
It could abash a flippant squeal
Press fervor to blather
And ask the world of me
Curtly sequenced upon drafts
And drafts—
Angular and sharp without trim
My poignant suffix orchestrates a fib;
My verbal density stalls– intonating
Scores of vivid language
Into a vapid drawl
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
totality crushes
red and blue flames
char and boil in bursting streams
all throughout, circulating and
articulating me—
a billion units of decaying anatomy
that buckle and fragment
at every scene I sabotage
and blunder
him, pierce so violent
him, scream so quiet
all while drowning in hands
that touch with love
whenever I inquire,
and feed me handsomely
ruining my moment of drought
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
love gets me going
and makes me stop
puke and *****
repeating harshly
when I dont hit the mark
my fumbling, my emboldening
love gets me going
and makes me stop
like a buckshot to the heart
twitching and lurching
my fumbling, my emboldening
harshly I love
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 12:42 AM UTC
i've been displaced too many times to care about grace
my needle is crude from threading
all this flesh back together
it butchers and stitches
my lava veins into a regularity
im used to this uprooting now
and I find my pleasure in misery
a callous heart pumps all the same
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
there is an indifference in the steam
that clouds the undeserving
their effigy is finely plastered
on the buckled femur of the contemptible
who transcribed their vapid fate,
a day sleeper, or night dweller?
i think there's a split in their feminine and masculine; a pubecently, adolescently poignant
infant-grown mongrel bewitched by neurons obsessed with cyclical "whys"
reveal themselves as ignorantly circular
in a functional world of squares
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
i think of tragedy
to imagine a stream of love
pouring out for me
i think of cataclysm
to imagine big arms
comforting me
i think of death
to imagine life
radiating from me
i think of shade
to imagine colour
seeking me
i think of you
to imagine love
loving me
i think of tragedy
to imagine the good
i need
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 3:59 PM UTC
down a hole
a boy grows words
from his tonuge.
he speaks dirt
to sprout flowers;
so nurture his love
so his vines can
reach your garden
too.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
there is a ****** tension
between my ego and my self-loathing
they both love to **** each other,
it's almost alarming
looking in the mirror I'm so alluring,
I could blow a kiss
while plotting to sedate myself,
to fabricate a bliss
I legalize hate for myself
to encourage my fouling
I pollute the good in me,
so why would it surround me?
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 3:52 AM UTC
my fingers are laced in a chalice
of drugs that **** my sensations.
i used to resist them as a loner—
until the white coat angel
ignited my fouls with
radio-knob tweaking.
now i sprawl in expiring
fictions that come anew
and reprint their additives;
making me a king
of numbers, of colours,
of game.
until my world is all
mold and brain.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC