A poem is written about coffee
After a poet's insomniac night
Full of stained ceramic mugs
And crumpled ***** of paper
Filled with poems
They wish they didn't write
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC
when they say "no one is perfect"
what they mean is
I will make mistakes and expect you not to react
I will hurt
and break
and project
and abuse
and you will forgive me
every
time
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
time does not exist in this place
where children can be heard crying for help
and
nicotine addictions are the only thing that keeps us running
addicted as hell
this place where we're taught how to respect those that have never respected
us
seated in rows
stripped of 'privileges '
the authority deems unnecessary
you will stay in your seat for two hours
you will not talk to your peers
you will not leave the room unless it's an emergency
in the case of an emergency, you will do as I say
you will not communicate with the outside world
and you will eat only what we deem appropriate for you
my lungs burn and
my head is pounding and
it feels like days since I started writing this
but it's only been 7 minutes
and my teacher is still telling us what we're doing wrong
time does not exist in this place
and I wish I didn't either
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
I feel like I'm drowning
no
not drowning
drowning comes with resistance.
I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean
my every thought is a stone in my pocket
my mind treads ever forward though it knows I will not float
it doesn't care
It is only after my head dips below the surface that I start to realize the severity of what I cannot undo
I open my mouth to ask for help
but instead, my regurgitated words bubble out of my lungs and float away
and I'm distracted by the beauty of the scene
isn't that so like a poet?
so engulfed in the romanticization of my death that I pick up the shovel
and I dig the grave myself
so distracted with the view
I can't force out the words I need
I won't betray those stones in my pocket,
Can't give them away
But then again, what have they ever done for me?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
If I were a color
I think I'd be baby blue
a clear sky just after dawn
soft
delicate
that perfect reflection in almond eyes
open doors
new opportunities
I guess you could say it almost feels like
home.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
The day is over
And
The sun
Is
Gone
My bed awaits me
Tired and sore
I lay there
D
R
I
F
T
I
N
G
In
And out
Of an
Oh
So
Dreadful consciousness
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Stiff and sickened
There I lay
My body numb and
struggling not to tear itself apart from the inside out
My lungs cave with every shredded breath
Dragged through my teeth
My chest fills with smoke and I feel like vomiting
I can't hold the weight
Of any more losses
I fear my soul can't handle the pressure
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
I want to know that you see me
feel me
hear me
miss me
know me
even if you do not
love me
that would be enough
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
I'm feeling drowsy
Not really tired
Just feeling lousy
Not quite wired
Don't want to die
Can't really live
Don't wanna lie
Can't quite forgive
Time moves too fast
Heartbeats too slow
Time leaves us last
Heartbeats must go
I can't do this
Neither can you
What to do
What to do
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
What a simple question
With such a complicated answer
I'll try to sum it up
Without too much banter
Have you ever just bled
In order to feel alive
Have you ever seen the darkness
And still taken a dive
Have you ever peeled your skin off
And worn it inside out
Have you ever asked a question
Just to cover up your doubt
Have you ever sold your soul
Just so it was free
I write because without it
I just wouldn't be me
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC