oh my god i just logged into this for the first time in 2 years i can't believe i used to be this emo WHAT THE **** anyway i have friends now and im ****
stan loona stan poppin party
gender is a ****
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
metal extensions
to my teenage angst
freed on my temple
post-speed hits
the perfect solution
to the voices and questions
rip through their illusion
that just-world phenomenon
it makes perfect sense
what the monsters do
stray from your lane
we're all monsters too
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
I'm finally starting to realize
What they really mean -- those glassy eyes.
Besides batshit Monday highs
It hurts to come up with a time frame
How long I've been playing this game
Wading through that alphabet soup
Trying to fashion words out of neural impulses
Anything that leaves my lips makes little sense
So I'd given up one day
Now I build neon signs to flash over the freeway
But I guess most of us are blind
And I'll die on this bridge
Without my pilfered mind
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
at some point the world must've flipped
because i've been floating
toes never touching the sea floor
and im trying not to forget
what the sand feels like
i'm so tired trying to stay un-sunk
can't find the time to drink up the stars
from so up high
throat so dry
it's possible to drown in the vacuum of space
your lungs spill into themselves
your bones powder up
but you're not allowed to die until you find a way back down
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
the darkest place on earth
is on the second floor of the Memorial Hospital
in the first room to your right
a cocoon of antiseptic and iron sting
sometimes you’ll hear the softness of your breath
but there isn’t a darker place
a more perfect place
to hang yourself behind the curtains
overlooking a playground
that’s lonely in the winter time
there isn’t a darker place
than where you first learned to fly
away
and away
and so far
from yourself
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
just when you think you've hit the bottom,
God throws you a shovel.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
six AM
on the road
the sky is screaming purple
and cars speeding
and headlights leaving trails
of orange tears
the air tastes like
tangerine
and i lost my glasses this morning
mosaic mosaic
in the backseat
on century roads
like we're high
hell
like we're high
can't see
past my the back of my hand
don't know
don't know
what to think
when I'm not driving
flying
past it all
fast
but I'm so slow
so dead
might as well forget
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
i'm dreadfully inclined
to run my fingers through your hair
and know what it's like
in your arms
but i don't want you to think
that i love you
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
i've never told you before
but i caught a glimpse
of your skinny wrists
two years ago
brown lined up so neatly against beige
i couldn't help but stare
and trace over the fresh red blooms
on my own arms
and scowl at the thought
that someone as beautiful as you
could be as damaged
as someone as disgusting as me
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
if i had feeling
i'd think twice
before deciding to slice
so deeply
than i ever have before
what color is human flesh?
maiden pink? or true red?
maybe I have to rip through
a layer of fat
before I reach
what could be called
me
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC