stuck in a costco my brain begins to melt
due to the food court aroma that i smelt,
i felt too much and too little
as my brain began to become more fickle
i saw the flowers stuck to wilt
the shelves up to and fro
as i felt the world begin to slow
sunken into the couch, so long ago
i felt the memories came back, the bad hand i was dealt
not all bad but not all good
he never answers but he should
for i started to cry in this little feud
remember how angry he was, so mean and rude.
to tell me to die on my birthday, what a shame, a shame on this costco day.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
the trees’s branches whistle through the wind
while the sun sets to meet its end
the moon rises to replace the warm glow
as the star rests in the caverns below
the tree is now cold, sickled, and thin
waiting for it to rise again
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC