Tell me stranger,
Do you take a moment
To see yourself?
Without that plastic light,
Reflecting in your eyes,
Filling your head with lies,
And letting your sense of self die.
Are you good to you?
Because good is not good anymore
I know you are so alone
Most of the time,
You never have anyone
I never have anyone either.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
Smoke this,
Drink that!
Sleep with her—
But don't sleep with him.
Then leave her in the morning.
Run away,
And backhand someone.
Start something new
Before you end something old,
And NEVER say your goodbye,
Because you aim to hurt.
Because when will you ever get the chance to hurt?
Then right after,
Jump off that bridge, you know the one—
But only in your head.
And not before you put that bullet through it though
Because I will if you don't.
After all, we are going to rot.
So go out, be toxic,
So toxic it makes someone sick,
Then call it a day,
Go home—
Cuss your mother out,
Enter your bed, not too excited,
Because your pillows will be lukewarm
And your sheets so full of thorns
For all the evil you caused today.
But be ready to repeat it every other day.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
And when I fall sick,
When I run that fever again—
Put your cold hands on my chest
Let the last of my warmth be with you
Because I wont be here when morning comes.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:02 AM UTC
No one tells you what to do
with the remains of a broken heart.
Should I fold it up
and pass it on to the next person?
Should I let it
thread itself back together?
Should I uproot it
and throw it all away?
Should I chase away the soul—
my soul?
Or should I close the curtains,
turn off the lights,
and leave a sign—
to let people know nobody's home.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
I have come to believe perfection only lives in little moments.
That it cant be sustained over hours.
Just instances—
little wisps of time,
then the world becomes imperfect again
I want a day to prove me wrong.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
I almost disappeared,
but I feel like I missed that window.
I let that perfect day go,
and I regret it most days.
I want that uncertainty—
Whether I am or not.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 5:28 PM UTC
If I were younger—
it would have consumed me
I would have never understood
the feeling I felt,
even with the way it moved through me
that I had to shut my eyes tight,
plant my feet firm,
making sure my breathing stayed right
for the feeling not to finish me.
I am older now,
and worn.
I hear it—
but it's not the same.
I miss it.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
I apologize for my words—
because they might seem a little here
and there.
I'm not extensively read,
modern literature or classic conformity.
So I may not be able to properly put—
what is wrong with me.
For one, there is much to say,
but my voice could never
my thoughts on the other hand
have never known silence.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC