there are men in my closet
there’s one on each hanger
there’s one for each scarf, t-shirt, top hat, and trainer
I’m hoarding them all
they’ve been there awhile now
they grow very small
(the old men can die now)
the young men are new
and the children are old
(they make friends with new children
or so i am told)
there are people around me
and people inside me
they all smile blindly
I don't care who’s smiling
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
I am not a simple student
I am more than just a class
I sit and pull my hair
and pull their sticks out of my ***
I will reap what’s mine to sow
and so say I, I’ll do just that
Getting angry won’t make birds
stop pecking, only if I squawk
like them, then they will only talk
Birds of Paradise are only fat
If I feed them day to day
like some
catastrophe with plenty build-up,
I could have stopped but didn’t
find the time
and only then would I have
seen the beauty of nihilism
and let disaster roam and rain
Polite got boring fast
I was raised
a man of quality
but quality was just a phase
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
****** mind
stranger-friends
Not sure what to say to them
Don’t **** up
Mind your manners
First time hurts, but it gets better
Friends are warm
love, then peace
say thanks and move on quietly
My edge had finally been bent
Still innocent but not insane
She thought it was spice
I thought it was a card game
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
Day one,
Thought I took it easy, playing it safe
the brownie tasted like moldy cake
half for him, half for me
thought maybe it was the key
to the heart I’m pulling for
he opened up, unlike his pores
Laughing all confused and hungry (called me but love, or mere sweet Henry)
I feel fine and then it hit
(more like slapped) then I was in it
The dock feels heavy and I feel weightless
finally understood why I was so impatient
Next sun,
no more tastes buds
***** in my soul (and then some)
(this continued for hours into
discontinued power over
tactile showers)
no more feeling what I thought was felt
but no more felt a coward
third day, I wouldn't budge
Day break, I think Thursday
Still feeling mighty thirsty
Finally got food in me
on many trips to Wendy's
Somehow I made ends meet
Wonder if it lasts forever
like the freaks on TV
Fifth day started sober
but I knew it wasn't over
Sober states you're back to used-to-be
(still couldn't feel a *****
It all just ran together
solid hours mixed
irritated as ever
through four, five, and six
now all i see are frozen moments
swirling voices swimming in it
blacked out jokes or any motion
surprise pictures
omitted minutes
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
so much depends
upon
the wet air and
rain
that made the wheelbarrow
rust
and chickens
*****
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
I accidently bumped
My hand against yours
You pulled away discreetly. It
must have been my fault
My condolences on
your sexuality
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
"*Just,
Um,
Like,*
I don't know,
******** filler ******** filler"
"Um, Oh! I saw a cloud today.
Maybe it will rain. Maybe not, okay.
I think it snowed a bit yesterday."
"Gosh, school literally ***** doesn't it?"
School is easy, you're just being a *****
"Food is, like, the best idea I've ever heard"
Yes, something in my mouth for when I can't find words.
"What kind of dog is that?"
Who gives a **** it's cute.
I just can't think of a reason to talk to you
**** is there any more to say?
"I literally had no idea you were gay"
That's nice. Is it my turn to talk again?
**** that, I've used up all my conversation.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Happy day Maddie Fay
Life is great Maddie Fay
‘Go away Maddie Fay’
Said no one, ever.
Are you gray, Maddie Fay?
You don’t say, Maddie Fay..
Maybe play, Maddie Fay.
Life is good, Maddie Fay.
Are you gay, Maddie Fay
Like they’d say, Maddie Fay
In old days, Maddie Fay?
Life is good Maddie Fay.
Don’t mistake Maddie Fay
For a blank Maddie Fay
Just a baked Maddie Fay.
Life is good, Maddie Fay.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
I'd rather be dead than be naked in bed
She said
I'd rather wear clothes and leave naked my head
(I mean) He said
I'll take up a lover when I'm no longer red
(I guess) They said
If only another wanted only to wed
Was said
But I will have *** if I'm sheltered and fed
We said
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
* *A tear is shed
For those who are blind to the beauty of this world
Who can only feast on sarcasm, writhing in irony
* *It soon evaporates.
Pictures of a future dressed in ribbons and lace, cast off and burned
Pictures of the future carrying disdainful dystopia, infamous for invalids
Hung to admire in sublime distaste by those that seek knowledge
And see the repetitious antiquities of time that come to pass
But others care not for plans and the imminent
Those that keep to the light of the gas
And carry the past to the present
Hoping for trends to try again, reliving what they had never lived
Laconic and loquacious in emotions and words
Against the gossip, but paradoxically
Pushing for the creation of their “ritualistic social Golgotha”.
Those who abuse the glory of their munificent, malicious mentality
Pathetically unable to procure authentic happiness
A tear is shed.
Inside the recesses of the soul where emotions dare not dwell.
It too evaporates.
Trapped in fear and the “cliched harlequin speech of suicide”
Begging for the masses to cast them out and find each other
A tear is shed.
Never seen but felt as it evaporates.
Felt by those who envelop themselves inside themselves
Those who plagiarize their sick self-conscious souls
Those who bring about the very misfortune they strive to devour
Those who are effortlessly envied as they exploit their habitual recreations
By those who wouldn’t dream of falsified euphoria
Those who bastardise and deface the name of creative individualism
As waters of the soul are purged and discarded
They are felt by those
And are quickly washed away in doubt and regret
Keeping to the light of the gas, dangerous and warm
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC