god you self-righteous, idealistic ****
I don’t like your old poetry
it all feels too cheesey— and it’s overly emotional
write something fresh, publish something better
get the anger out (you can’t bottle it up)
if you’re going to explode then do it through a pen
or at least, leave yourself out of it
there’s so much wrong in this world
write about that
I know you have at least 10 poems
angry, political ones
just sitting in your notes app
waiting to be jolted to life
pull the lever, Dr. Frankenstein
This Monster Kills Fascists.
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
I was feeling
Really ****** tonight
But listening to Astoria
Has kinda made it better
It tells the story of getting over a break up
And sometimes
We need to revisit old relationships
And work through them again
I think that's part of being human
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
I feel a burning in my chest
as I inhale the carbon monoxide
Romanticizing smoking
is ******* overdone
But I'm guilty of it
So I'm quitting
Monday
I have 4 cigarettes
to get me through tomorrow
and then I'm done
Or, at least I hope I'm done
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
I knew this sonnet would be about you
Even cig'rettes cannot distract me
No one has caught my eye the way you do
And your smile is never ending
You're sweet and charming and kind and wise
Your skin was burnt from the hell you've been through
I promise I will not tell you lies
Because your spell forbids the untrue
When I look at you my heart stops
And I know how cliche that is
Those times in the snow I have not forgot
I smile when I think about our kiss
But is this truly all for you?
Or am I just feeling blue
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
how do you write a poem
when your feelings are too complex for words
how do you write a poem
when you're scared they might send you away for it
how do you write a poem
when you're so out of practice you haven't written in months
you open up your notebook
or laptop
or whatever method of writing you prefer
and you write down everything
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
You know they can tell
When you walk by
With your stim toys and your fingers tapping
You know they can tell
When you chew on your shirt and flap your arms
And when you stand too close and stare too long
You know she can tell
But she giggles and explains things to you
And she doesn't care about it
She loves you anyway
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
I want to write a poem
Something I can show people
And be proud of
Without feeling judged
But the topics
That fly through my mind
Are too depressing
And I don't want to make anyone sad
I'll write happy poems when I'm dead
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Words mean nothing to me
So if you want me to understand
You better cut me open
You'll have a better shot of reaching my soul
I don't remember things
If you start a sentence with
"Do you remember...."
No
I don't
Every day is a blur
I know I lived this day
But in my soul
I haven't left my bed
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Every interaction I have plays on repeat in my head
I can’t stop it
It just loops
I think about what I said
And what they said
Until it’s so overanalyzed
That no meaning can be drawn from it
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
What's with all the
depressing poetry?
morgan?
are you okay?
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC