Yesterday is the same as today
Misery’s company
No one, not you, or me or anyone
Could reach out a hand. Or spare a glance
I’m falling back towards my vice
Slashing and dieting and hiding
And it’s never enough
No matter how much my ribs show
There’s no one on the other end
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
I’ve met you in crepey hands, sun bleached by long days.
I’ve met you in the wandering eyes of a newly found widow.
I’ve met you in the wayward thumb of a sidewalk hitchhiker.
I’ve met you in keep the change.
I’ve met you in another life, past, present tense.
Present
Tense
But free
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
And I know, all these years you’ve written about me
The good ones, the descriptive ones
Just out of reach
As I have always been
I’ll lull your mouth to sleep with mine
A lie I’m willing to keep
Awake
Unjust
Unfit
Uncut
And scene
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
God made eve for Adam
And boredom for man kind
To get tangled up and twisted
In a special kind of slaughter
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC
*** is something you are either there for or you’re not. I’ve been absent my whole life. Abstinence or petulance.
“Why are you scared of me?” left your lips.
I grasped at the sheets, at the sheer veil I wore for six years, for you, for him, for us, for me.
Therapy, lobotomy, trigonometry, ***
all different forms of torture.
Be there for me, be there for me.
Coax the *** out of me.
Lave away my wounds, open me up, dig in deep, uncover all this hurt.
I can’t tell you to dominate me in any other words.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
This house pulls you in and taunts you away
Drowns you with its quickest current
Dunks you into these cigarettes walls
Takes you to war like the soldiers that came before,
Before your small family packed yourself up quietly
Moved in to be shaken up
Spit back out and swallowed up
The tiles dig into your feet, making you run or stand still
The pipes rattle and sing you a war song
The lights flicker or don’t come on at all
Sometimes I like that best
This house isn’t a home, it’s a burial shroud of the grass never being greener on the other ******* side
You will never get out of this tide
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
You’d trot up to me like an aged horse
our pasture matted down by our footprints
I’d ask you the same advice I always do
You don’t reply, that’s never the issue
They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC
You ever picture insanity?
Monstrosity
Barefoot wineglass catastrophe
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 11:23 PM UTC
I knew he wasn’t a poet, a writer, a prophet or lover in the way he never came back.
Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 8:14 AM UTC
When you get the news you may be dying, chocolate doesn’t taste any sweeter.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 8:17 PM UTC