I haven't written in a while and my poems only seem to feel forced
unless I'm in a general state of desolate despair
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Creativity is a coping mechanism for those disillusioned by the reality
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
intimacy in its singularly most beautiful form is to be understood
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
It's 3 am and I feel like ****
what else is ******* new?
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 10:18 PM UTC
One could say that pensively staring out of the window sill is poetic I think it’s wallowing...
I'm not going to get myself into recovery by self-isolating,
Makes me wonder if I even want to recover,
Think it makes me cool being this sick,
It gives me reasons to be such a ****
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
Nary an original thought possesses me,
maybe I should become mute?
But then how would I boast about my obnoxious self perceived importance?
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
Terminology so vibrant doesn't suit achromatic souls nor does the labyrinth-like structures peppered by aureate phrases that I have a fondness for
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
I am a succubus: my caress turns you to putty in my hands.
My allure is effortless: your limbs are mine to do with as I desire.
You cannot resist my allure just like a fish to the bait
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC