My heart swells at the at the sound of music
Put it on and I fall in love,
just for those four or five minutes
Rock courses through the veins
Lo-fi beats helps to settle one down
Classical, purely timeless
Rap sticks to the modern
Country is a bitter pill
Bluegrass gets the kids kicking
Merengue for fast lovers
Bachata for los viejitos that love slowly
Drown out the world with sixteenth notes, codas, beeps, and bloops
Learn about people through how they step
Rhythmically wiggle, a shake
All of this melodic noise to keep us going
It tells us you are going to make it.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Dimetapp all glistening cherry,
Flonase with its vibrant green cap,
Day old Campbell’s chicken noodle soup,
Scattered unripe oranges over the counter,
How many days can a person lay sick?
Cold mug of coffee with almond milk inclusions,
Watered down yellow stained tissues,
Eucalyptus tinted steam clouds from the humidifier,
Muted television talking heads spouting delusions,
The ragged edges of a quilt around the shoulders,
Enigmatic envelopes with bills within,
Perhaps someday they’ll see the light,
Forks in occultic formation,
Spoons in opposition of the forks,
Bamboo shoots staring from above,
Blush Yankee Candles cower,
I’ve been sitting here for over an hour,
Watching these objects has made me grow sour,
After all, there is not much to do in a fever dream,
So I will just stare, sniffle, and drink my cold coffee with cream.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
A child. An only child.
A child of the internet.
Raised on flashing images, raised on gorging down content.
Know the best and worst and most obscure video games right off the tip of your head.
Feel soothed by a streamer’s voice, get influenced by a community’s humor, find a niche, burrow in it.
Not many friends, but they raised you, made you feel not so alone, which you are, physically, mentally.
Stay up for hours, muted television, bright laptop screen.
They say blue light’s bad for the eyes, bad for circadian rhythms, let’s test out that theory.
There goes your role model, the one you want to meet desperately, dying over and over in some badly designed game.
No more anxiety, just the game.
No more life, just the stream.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
Stop
Take a look, just for a moment, go on do it
What do you see?
No, do not say ‘me’
How about that weeping man?
Who claimed to always have a plan
Now look over at that young couple
They’re recently engaged
You can see the sparkles in their eyes and their glittering diamonds
In a time not too long ago that would’ve been impossible, right?
Don’t forget the shouting children
They run and run
But not from their problems, no
They do it for fun
Do you see what I mean?
All of these complex human beings, walking around
Just existing, like you and me
Breathing and feeling
Like you and me
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
One morning
I didn't wake up
And all of a sudden
The world fell in love with me
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
We are all accessories
In your story.
None of us exist
Except as we augment you.
That is why
We will all be outdated and discarded
When next year's model
Of you
Features a new charging port.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
Were you to cross the world, my dear,
To work or love or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
I'm scared to see
What lies beyond these doors
The gate to my future
Whats in store?
I'm scared to let go
Of my high school freedom
Graduation is near
Times passing like the seasons
I'm scared to know
What reality has to offer
I'm not at all prepared
I'm like a lamb to the slaughter
I'm scared to find out
Which of my friends will stay
Who are the real ones
And which ones will fade
I'm scared to hold
All the power of my life
Making such a crucial choice
Cutting through me like a knife
I dont want to be scared
Of what I have now
I want to enjoy life
I'm not exactly sure how
I'll think about my future
And all that is to come
When reality comes knocking
By then I'll be done
Change will happen
Slowly throughout time
I'll take it as it comes
Dont stress in the meantime
I won't be scared.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC