Sorry.
I want to apologize for that last one.
Maybe I lost my temper a bit and that's not cool.
I just find lately when I sit down and put my hands on the keyboard,
with everything going on I just get so angry.
Angry at myself.
Angry at the world we live in.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
Before you write that obnoxious ill-informed thought on twitter-
go **** yourself instead. and have a great day
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
Poetry is dead
Let's bury it in pages
Our misguided conclusions
Prejudice assumptions
Thoughts on love, lies, and isolation
(So many ******* poems about love can you stop writing poems about love? For like 5 ******* seconds no one cares about this love story that you think is so sad or romantic or whatever ****
No, I'm sorry that's mean
but it's a real thought I have sometimes
I guess I'm a bad person)
Vane photography
Images of ***********
Subscription packages
2-day delivery
Telling other people how they are wrong
How we are right
And how we don't have to explain ourselves
While explaining ourselves every day in great detail
Applauding each other for our mediocrity
Great ******* job y'all
Every thought from every person
That has access to a wifi router
Meaning is dead
and it continues to die
Are you confused
Well so am I
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
Here's to the moments
Where your shadow holds more weight
And all you can do is stare at the blank wall
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
When did this sadness become so much bigger?
Something with sharp tooth and malicious jaw,
Biting as though nothing were even there.
To be truthful,
Sometimes I toss my heart away, like garbage.
Even though, I know it's all I've got.
For there's this thing inside me,
And it is something more than sadness.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
Each poem I write is written.
Yes they know, that's very good.
Each poem by a different person.
Don't think that was understood.
With a unique mask
I'll hide behind
This same body
But a different mind
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Love is
Like a sharp twinkling crystal
Beautiful in its aspects
And wondrous to consider
But it's a funny thing holding on to and the brighter it gets the tighter you'll want your grip
And you may bleed
If the edges cut too deep
And then you might drop it
Shattering on the floor
Even in shards and pieces
It still twinkles
But not the same
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
You're only as good as your last thought
your last word
seconds going by
there is no past or future
An atoms existence
on a ball of dust
this next move is a must
do or die or go bust
stop feeling lust
for the past
or pains for the future
Take this present
put every cell in the moment
that's who you are
and you'll be gone in a second.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC
Fur of bat
toad-like grin
eyes of lazy gold
green in sin
Sitting on the edge of forever
croaking sweet lullabies
a tendril tongue spanning galaxies
devouring worlds like tiny flies
A slothful gluttony so boundless
a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat
let's spend eternity inside him
together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC