Slay. Eat. Repeat.
Monotony cuts so deep.
Serve **** for breakfast,
consume horrors at lunch,
scroll till the soul depletes.
Dinner is bleak,
but I am the snack.
Subtlety confined,
only by tact
and somewhere along,
purpose lost track,
straight off the rails
and into my head.
My dreams are all vacant
dead in my bed,
now I’m strangling my fairytales
for something they said.
I wince as they wither.
I can’t be what they saw.
Seems just so trivial now,
doesn’t it all?
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
I tried to fill the vacantness,
but all it did was forge a mess.
Nevertheless,
I must digress
and drift back into a sunken sea of loneliness.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
I grew to loathe his whiskey kiss
and tasting his thoughtless omniscience.
He always asked, “Why so tense?”
Useless moans drowned out the silence.
I could admit that I have regrets,
but instead,
I’ll just laugh to myself
because he’d only forget.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
You have to know by now that I’m all bark
and no bite.
I’ll let you slip slowly through my unwavering grip,
and retreat without so much as a fight.
The paper trails left on our tongues,
dissolved into fractured rainbows only visible from heights.
I closed my eyes and dreamed myself awake,
oh, what I’d give to soar aimlessly through crystal beach skies like a kite.
A naked soul starved for tenderness,
bared for you in waning moon light.
A million lifetimes rendered before my eyes,
while I contested with all of my might,
to hold back the weight of oceans’ furies,
yet still I tasted the salt weep from my eyes that night.
The vacancy, the silence, the question begs, was this right?
“Lost and disillusioned”,
I’m swimming out of my mind and you’re nowhere in sight.
If this is how it was going to be,
was there even a point in holding on so tight?
How ever will you fall into entropy again
if you can only view your soulless world via black and white?
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
Sorry.
I’m not sorry
for being me.
Yet somehow,
I still find myself apologizing
…for merely existing.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
A bite mark,
a handprint,
wet sheets,
and a kiss,
the things that I left to remember me with.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
I am but a crow,
leaving little trinkets behind as I go.
A wisp of my hair, a speckle of glitter
reminders of me, sprinkled with litter.
A half finished beer, empty cigarette packs,
one lone sock stuck in the couch crack.
“My gifts to you”, I’ll say on my way,
as I dance out the door to play in the rain.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
Without any hesitation,
and zero regard for humanity,
he’ll take your innocence,
lace it with profanity,
and cut out rails with your morality.
My knife to his throat,
I plead insanity.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
I don’t know who the girl is staring
back at me in the dusty mirror.
She is consumed by sadness,
fueled by bitterness,
enveloped by grief masqueraded as a
warm hug.
She exists merely to escape.
She keeps reaching for acceptance.
She is grasping at love,
pining for tenderness.
She screams hoping that someone hears her,
yet again, it goes unnoticed.
Her plea bargains unanswered,
petitions overlooked,
because that bottle cannot give her
what she so desperately seeks.
Only I can.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
I always just let sleeping dogs lie.
B
u
t
if he just
soOoO happens to
awaken with a tail wag,
I might give him a treat.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC