If I could split the lips of time
I would do no more than kiss the thing goodbye.
To let me float in a room where there is no outside
and the window shades are shut.
But if my teeth were to strike it's very form
I could find myself forced back onto the earth.
Where, to my surprise, my tooth has fallen
and the artist has painted spots on my skin.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
I'm buying time with this plastic wallet.
Put it over my head and whip me around.
**** the low murmur **** the sound.
Take me to the bathroom, tug and pull.
Cut my head off - don't catch a mouth full.
Don't sneak a peak. You're good.
Lumber by swing, cut by wood.
Madness descending- you are real?
Continue to cut continue to peel.
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 6:58 PM UTC
The stench that lifts me off my feet,
**** lining the underneath of finger nails-
a firm handshake with a suit.
Paints my palm black,
I go finger painting on my keyboard.
Stupid remarks, a buzz in my ear.
I breath in the dust of coffee,
fill my lungs with communal light,
bring my face to the back of my skull.
Addicts fill up the floor space.
Aroused to keep by their merits,
they holy few who look only down.
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 6:51 PM UTC
Paint me.
Leave your somber wooden floor.
Move to the chaos.
Paint me.
Meet the trees,
erected in the concrete.
Go mad, grow stupid.
Compare. Compare. Compare.
Hide from the outdoors.
Compare.
Paint the trash.
Slick blacks and browns.
Rats, tweakers, and mud.
Become.
Compare.
Paint me.
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 11:48 AM UTC
Secrets… caught in the attic.
Over our heads, we dread.
Eating the wood crumbs. So somber. So well-done.
Ghost overhead. Munching on our beds.
Help. Hopeless. Dreading the whale. Over and compass.
Threatened by heat-like scales. Cutting us open.
Upon what end. Is this the end? I hope this is. I hope.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 12:06 AM UTC
From the back of my throat
I lie to my mother
From the shimmer of my eye
I look at the sinful
From the shiver down my skin
I press against myself
From a canals of my veins
I pour onto the floor
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
When we kissed
I fell into your eyes
and for the first time, in a long while
I felt at peace
Now, you turned away
although no ones at fault
I can't help but to feel
like I've lost hope again
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 5:43 PM UTC
It's so sad
to be so bad
at what you're supposed
to be the best at
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 12:40 PM UTC
There were no bodies tonight
There was only fog
Such a deep and ugly fog
Suffocating what little chance we had
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 4:17 PM UTC