9 seats
9 brains
9 kids
All kids
Expected to know
To understand
Expected to focus
On a screen with no meaning
No root in reality
A brain being molded
On another’s dime
// EW
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Black skinny jeans holds her body
While I mold her brain
The seconds tick by
She wiggles her for
Concentration or anxiety?
// EW
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
The wind gracefully steals my papers
Taking them to a place unknown
Where the words cease to have meaning
All things unknown
Someday it may have meaning
// EW
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
It’s 9
Truly time
Claws down
Chins up
Don’t be a ****
Park place
Nines divine
Let’s take a drive
We’re in overtime
Greens on the table
Smoke if you’re able
******* pull up
Cant drive a clutch
I’ll put it to rest
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
The screen read
F
A
I
L
That’s what I saw
And I
Bailed
But
Behind
The screen
Was a new
Beginning
For me
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
I hope you write something as beautiful as you are
With that high pony
I didn’t show
But you had your honey
I told you
So clearly
But the glass got foggy
I’m sorry
But please don’t bother me
We left things so harshly
I was charged
After the party
Partly
Before things got started
We were happy
Just living life
Open heartedly
But then it all started
All of our our backs broken
Parted by the mountain
It happened so oddly
She was on her way
And I didn’t feel okay
But you stayed
And felt betrayed
I get it now
It’s okay
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
365
**** she’s fine
We’re in so many pictures
So many hours
A failed trip
Suicide close by
It’s been a ride
By your side
I’ve seen two
Nice to see
What you’ve gone through
No one knew
But now we see
I knew you’d be
That
*****
So please
Just breath
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
She was just
A girl
In my driveway
With hair blacker
Than her thoughts
And I thought
She was a thot
But it’s not
Her fault
She’s got
All that
***
In the back
//EW
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
There are rings on the table
From our drinks
Empty bottles
In the garbage
Some might think
That these nights are
Repetitive
But we see
These memories
Through a screen
So maybe
We cling
To the idea
Of being free
Don’t you see?
These nights
Are not tired
So we drink
// EW
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
The grimy auto tech
bursts through the door
a quarter to six
straight to the fridge
opening the white door
pulling the yellow jug
out with force
the creamy liquid
clears grime from
the corner of his lips
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC