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Jay earnest May 2020
There was no toilet paper but there was sandpaper on discount and the newspaper was free
The hobo had on a mask while his hand outstretched for coins, I gave him a $5.
I liked his beard, and as I exited
I saw cars lining the street. They were going to big bear. The first pancake house was now open.
And It couldn't wait
Jay earnest May 2020
Crying when you haven't cried in months feels amazing and euphoric
It wouldn't be nearly as good if it happened every day
I really needed that

This is like my journal now haha
The dove swims
upstream
Jay earnest May 2020
I just wish you would stop persisting with this relationship.
You know its doomed, there's no compatibility, we're going to fail etcetera etcetera. And I tell you this so as to save the trouble of endlessly getting burnt and disappointed and you blame me for it?
It's not my fault you refuse to wake up when I already have
Jay earnest May 2020
Flooded by false hope,
the flowers can faintly breathe;
Jay earnest May 2020
Your talk isn't enough to sustain me
I can't feel the warmth of words or their touch
At the end of the day i live in a ****** apartment in the middle of nowhere
With barely any food in the fridge with a cat that doesnt work and a car that is on its last legs with no insurance and am unemployed and losing my mind and sit under a dull lamp with nowhere to go
Thanks for having tried, but it is an illusion, and it is a facade and I'm not playing anymore, the game is
Rigged and hopeless, and all I have left in my cellar is some
rope
Jay earnest May 2020
It's gonna be one of those nights, I feel it in my stomach, I feel the self pity and loathing. I don't care if it makes me look like a *****, I feel it and it's painful.
I'll probably cry a bit too and listen to sad songs. I have my big bottle of Jack just for this occasion. I'll get through it, but it never gets easier. Just let the pain envelop you
Let yourself feel, because you know you've been hurting for a while now and were just looking for a little
Reprieve
now's that time
Jay earnest May 2020
I just want to live inside poetry or in the night of a Van Gogh painting.
Everytime I step out into the world and am greeted by a sad cashier's face or a **** lining the cement or a guy throwing a slurpee into a schoolyard or politician talking at a camera or a lady digging for coins or a bomb exploding in a plaza it makes me realize what I hate about the world,
It's the world
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