i always start these poems
with the letter 'i'
and catalogue
my introspection
into words
i have addressed this to you
because you were the start
of my new life
as a liar
and as a cheater
and a man who chases fame
ambition
but most of all
and all because of you
women
tonight is my last
ive only written this to you
because youre the biggest part of it
when you never responded
or even cared
then roped me back in
like i used to with the man i spoke to you about
except let me tell you
i lied about the man who killed himself
even worse
i lied, and i created a poem published weeks ago to cement it
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
one day i wish to be
radically converted to a man of god
so that countless sundays i spend
in every denomination's services
finally result
so that my conservative friends and family
can finally look at me like a human being
so that my political career
centered in the south
isnt shot dead
like a deer in our backyard
so i could finally justify
my politics being centered
around the good of the many
and not of myself
the blood pools from my temples
rest of my body is unfeeling
my eyes and ears and mouth are sealed
but youre happy
sacrificed my ideals
bathed in a room full of people
like yesterday
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
i feel pain
at the center of my chest
when i listen to your favorite songs
because they were always about
losing a lover
the first on my mind is you
but for the first time
her spotify folder met yours
in quantity
25
happens to be the number of days
since i heard your voice
i dont want to remember you
so ill exhaust every thought between us
and throw it all away at the sound
of your message
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:43 PM UTC
i never dream at night
unless its of you
without a face
we talk every once in a while
it seems we have so little to say
i am waiting to hear your voice
too often it feels like youre dead
triple text
questions across platforms
unanswered
your art
your spotify
it seems its centered around
the parts of a guy ive never met
would you talk the way you do
and say the things youve said
to just a friend
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
i am a scared
little man
i am young
and i have a lot going for me
but when i heard what he did
and what he continues to do
i throw up
and i want to be older
to not have as much going for me
and burn his house to the ground
and do the things
he did to you
but over
and over
without remorse
but it strips me bare
that i cannot give value to your humanity
and that you might instead
seek it in a multitude of other men
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:37 PM UTC
i have made it a thing
to start writing when i feel something
and lately its been a lot
but it means circles
saying the same thing
and going back on it
just for the next day to be the same thing
and just today
after the first day we didnt talk at all
you called me a silly name
and asked about my day
even though youre busy
said youd read it later
and it made me think you cared
i still cant tell
i said hello
then not goodbye
and i dont know if i want
the door to open again
its been over a week
since i heard your voice
and ive tried listening to every other
none are the same
it would be so easy
if you were a worse person
or someone far less interesting
or pretty
i dont know what i want
ive never experienced that before
you know my ambitions
and how i always have a plan
i dont know what to think
and so i apologize to the people
who dont know me
but read my poetry
WHIPLASH
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
**** a structure
ive done everything to get better
i do not love you
i do not love you
and how could i let myself
when so frequently i get obsessed and attached
i saw you and loved you that night
its unfair to you
but im finally away
but im still not
that night i looked for every one of your socials
it turns out you didnt have any
but i found what little ones you had
none were in your name
i keep saying goodbye with full intention
of carrying it through
and every time i cant
that night i dreamed of spending time in your bed
and the next night i did
and the next, and the next
and that only made it harder
to have to spend the last in my own
but we had a good run
you always were coachs secret weapon
i made fun of you for that
but by now
im out
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
i am not a conventionally attractive man
yet everytime i go someplace
im told
i pick up another woman
ive been called every collection
of words to describe a man who sleeps around
and one of my friends just today
had the gall to say that wasnt something i faced
the blue box with an expiration date in my closet stays sealed
i hate to break it to you
i dont bring my business here
theres a reason you know nothing more
than the name of the woman im talking to
what stays outside
stays outside
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:30 PM UTC
you called me two weeks ago.
it was two in the morning
i was asleep but i woke up with the vibration
you were calling
hadnt heard from you in a long time
i didnt pick up the phone
or send a text
and a few days later i heard the news
i couldnt show at it
it was my fault
maybe if i hadnt pretended my phone was taken away
for ten months
or if i had picked up the phone that night
what if i had been the perfect friend
and let you talk out all your grievances and problems
maybe in another life
but i still see you
in the woods at night
hanging from a branch
your eyes are whiter than usual
and you dont seem well
youre wishing me back
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
i hold much love for my medium
its how i think natively
i said before
i never even thought it poetry
we have been conditioned to think
that words require rhythm
and that sentences
and grammar
and structure
matter in a grander sense
i never thought that was the case
authenticity above all else
some people scoff at the way i write
elementary
yet ive never seen them write with more truth
there is no purpose
if there is no soul
soul comes from meaning and form
(or lack thereof)
and most of all, imperfection
which comes only from free verse
or maybe
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:29 PM UTC