Boris was very good here
Peaches are mean cannibals
Wasabi rainbow
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
A spectacular nothing is what I feel
When I know love,
When I know hate.
A spectacular nothing is when I see
The shake in my hands,
The tears on my face.
A spectacular something is you,
A spectacular nothing is me.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
And sometimes they look like a circle,
But they do not look like Urkel.
They come into existence with a bang
When people see them, they say, “Oh dang!”
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
My **** doesn’t stink
It smells like a sink
My feces are great
Sometimes they’re straight
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
i made my password
your name
on this stupid website
where poetry is posted.
i wanted to write about you,
but i realized the words you said to me
do not qualify as love,
but lightning in a quiet dream.
this soon becomes a nightmare
and you're still the starring role
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
i don’t like this feeling in my heart.
is it hope? is it happiness?
i hope not.
i am too unused to pleasant emotions.
please just let me be.
let me keep existing in this in between,
where everything is familiar and
everything makes sense.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC