success success success
don’t expect much of anything
and everyone
they won’t hurt you
if you never crave success
success success don’t do much
because of your terminal spaciness
successfully never let it get to you
if you’re not even there
only let it get by
watch from the sidelines
didn’t you always want to join in?
success success success
you always wanted
your alone time
to melt into the sheets
and you have succeeded in
avoidance of anything
and everyone’s
successful lives bother you
until true apathy wins you over
actions lose and your distant body
succeeds.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
i realized i am an expert at a few things:
mainly i am great at internalizing my shame
with the mask that is the lack of guilt.
i will be a weeping willow wild wallflower white woman
and feel sorry for myself.
i will put salt in the wound for every word i write
and i will wait until someone reacts:
being different isn’t all that you are, but
it’s all that you write about.
why else would i write then?
i will not feel guilty for my existence as
a weeping willow wild wallflower white woman.
i will broadcast it to the world. i will
shame myself recreationally, i will
boast about it publicly, yet
i am a weeping willow wild wallflower white woman
and not a crackhead on the side of the road.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
i was born a parasite, an artificial
organism in a petri dish
inseminated and taken out
too early, relying on man made tools
to keep me going, forced
oxygen and nutrients
that made my existence never feel natural.
so being out of place was always expected
when i was over two months behind
from the beginning, the world was too fast
yet only time could catch me up.
i lagged behind groups of people
desperately intruding on conversations
it seems the natural flow of discussion
wasn’t innate to me, neither was
the coordination required for sports
or crafts, nor the patience for academics.
my battle with time has never ended
i wanted to stay in the warm vessel of nothingness
but it seems my twin brother knew better
than to stay in a body that couldn’t handle
the both of us. since then
i have mastered the art of wasting time wrapped up in blankets, wishing
to go back to that state
of complete dependence for just
a bit longer.
growing up going to the synagogue
i learned that religious texts
are like a guidebook to life.
i could never believe in any, so
i only prayed to the empty part of me
the part that belonged, the part that
had what was always missing, i could
only believe that there was a part of me
somewhere to depend on.
if my purpose is to belong somewhere
bigger than me, i can’t lose hope.
in the meantime i’ll pretend i enjoy
the solitude, it’s a half truth
as being nowhere is better
than being somewhere that rejects me.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC
see
opposite effect
focus focus
focus you
don’t need that
if you remove
any sign of
functionality
how do i know
this want
this life
what it is now
look
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
fascinating,
i see me in you.
but bothersome me
is what makes others hesitant,
damage their opinion of i.
yet i see me in you, for once
me is okay, for once
i don’t **** heads with me,
only with you.
the light in your eyes burns
like mine, and we are okay burning,
and i am okay seeing
just me with you.
is it you that i can have
like solitary days
where i don’t have to
face the me of the world?
when i take you, i just face
me with you.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
what is a tradition to the youth?
to the land as old as
when we found it,
we have stated the establishment
just as old as
when we signed it,
what is a structure to the wild ones?
what is this deception, this diversion
of what was always there to us?
why do they say they
were always there, how can they say
we were always them?
what is containment
to the persistent rebellion
of the non traditional existence?
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
In tradition, a home unsheltered
a house, not homely,
we only embrace
what we had before
Conserve the ideas of
those allowed to be louder,
those who led us to the articles
of glorious landmines
Every day, we don’t think about it
we just want them to go
every day, hundreds a day
face the foundational guilt.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
it’s not much
i mean. it is
i want it to be done already.
i guess that’s just my boredom talking,
it’s just my dissatisfaction
with anything presented to me.
blankly, i thought it all year
next day next day next day next
oh it’s done and
i guess i can’t savor the moment.
is she crying?
okay
what the **** do i want?
where do i want to be but this?
directionless, i can’t quite seem to notice
there are no signs left.
i guess i will pave my own dirt path
like big girls do.
here leads to the rest of
your life, okay
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
before you understand meaning,
you understand hunger and hurt.
you understand family and companionship.
rain and sun,
cold and hot,
tired and energized,
pain and pleasure,
everything is right here.
before you learn how to chase time,
you learn how to survive,
how to smile and cry.
when something is there,
when something is gone,
it’s forever.
before you find out you can look back,
you look straight ahead.
your mind has no clouds.
now your eyes are searching for more,
now it must be complicated,
now we’re all dizzy and blind.
do you know how to survive?
this poem is too simple,
i think it needs more.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons
and you know it all
to be connected
yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you
you are not a ghost like you think
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC