Stop liking my throw away poems, you might as well just tell me you don't care what I say
Now this is a poem

Flapjacks and cream
Flapjacks and cream
The lonely mouse skitters into an old boot

I can't fight it anymore , send all your messages;
I'll like and comment and repost, I'll pose in front of a cucumber with the lilting light as it kisses my cheek in front of a bank,
I'll suntan on an Indian gutter as flows of sewage
dance across my back;  
I'll stare at sunsets as they explode in grey nights. I'll cry to myself as your fingers pulse in ***** cement ;
I'll stand naked as you call me a
**** up . I'll keep my phone on silent and reply to a select few - and plug in the modem as it dies down and turns blue. freedom without fear -  the sliding carcass makes it way somewhere in the east -- love grows
in surprising places, mostly piles of ash

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

water turns into ice
then melts back into water
maybe it does this
because it gets bored with itself

Don't ever fault yourself for having loved too much
That's like faulting the sky for having gave a desert too much rain to see if at least
one flower could
grow

you could write 20,000 poems and you would still be boring to an insulting extent.
Ishmael
wrote 1 millions words
and still no one cares . I don't count my turds as art either, or it would be up in the millions now too.
be honest with yourself . it's time to get a job as a transcriptionist
at the
  law firm. they're in the billions of
words

I just forget how to be myself if I feel like someone
cares about me
it makes me feel like there is something
wrong

I thrive on self-sabotage,it's my only way forward by
following the smoke

she's finally gone,
and I'm happy for her.
I felt like I was an abusive owner to a kitten feeding it nasty leftovers and barely attending to it when just over the fence was a loving home that would have gladly taken her in and provided the care she deserved. She's probably sad now, but it'll just be for a little while.
sometimes the grass is greener, and I'm glad
she'll be able to find that out,
and find out that she can be loved, just not by the likes of
me
So long, it was something...
<3

At the precipice of civil war, they say 10 cigarettes and a jug of wine will get you anything
Tattered clothes and scraggly beards, I cuddle with my animal and dream of days before time,
But still the sun rises and it yells
obscenity

I'm sorry for giving you too much hope
maybe I was too eager to believe myself, because what is worth living for
if you have nothing to put your faith into?
we may as well be dead at that point,
and I'm not ready to die
yet

These eyes have seen enough

You wait in a hall for your lunch
It's so so
The lights of Tokyo blind you
And your guts are cancer

Smoking in a balcony, I don't wanna slip,
The stars are history that we swear by
I used to be
A child full of
love

to the
programming 100s

house is the first place to look
, typing them in licking boxes with a mouse any day, in my opinion

Has always worked so far
side-stepped
usually laugh at these, but this made my day
stimulus are  wrong accounts:
17 bodies at a New Jersey nursing home

So what

I just lost another poem by my finger sliding and hitting a button oh well it doesn't matter. It was ok, I liked the description of a certain woman's hair as 'death' and my heart like a pale sepiatone.
Anyway you win or not or whatever.
I think I'm a loser, or just really don't care anymore.
What's winning if it costs you everything and it's for someone else? Get the **** out of my life.
I hope it's sunny tomorrow so I can feed some ******* ducks in the park

my dad is so proud,
he hammered some plywood against his deck
to sort of act as make shift walls

it looks ameteurish and cheap and I don't quite understand the purpose,
but I love seeing his enthusiasm

and after a while it did become cozy. the thin, wobbly plywood
added charm, and my morning coffee seemed much
warmer
I sip slowly, and a bird arises from its nest of twigs

If you were so offended why didn't you just leave?
Why did you interrogate me then try to inject yourself into my life and spend weeks talking to me?
If im so toxic, why did you proceed to stay on your own volition and flirt with me and be ******?
I'm sorry I upset you, but I don't think it bothered you, but now we're both disturbed and there's no turning back this mess

just go **** your Egyptian kiss *** lover boy
I don't care.
You'll have to do a lot more to ever make me jealous,
like leaving me alone
when I need space

sunshine
The heart remains
The ghost cries in the dusk. don't hate what you refuse to believe in

This is why I'll never give a **** about people's opinions or trends because when I put my heart out I'm ignored but when I write about a ******* milkshake I get acknowledgement.
the dog rides around the park in its patrol car and
it's always the same. The radio goes bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxxxxzzzzzzzzzzxxxzz and the sirens go   woo
biscuits for all the good bois

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

I remember the **** who who would give me a ******* everyday after middle school

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

Writing broken hearted poems like everyone else. It's part of the human condition and I feel no shame, I just wish I never had to write one. That's something other people write, I thought my love was impenetrable, it wasn't.

nothing to do,
    there's a black cloud  in  the bright sun--
crushing leaves as you trudge in
the noon mist

neighbor
is beating a rock with his clump of wood and it makes a
cacophony of bass-
lit, I wish I had the words to say-
just spilling out because there's nothing to keep it in. coming undone and its not
nice, nor that interesting

Turning off for now

windowless blue flake temples
I hope I'm not hated.
I hate myself enough

I remember ******* on her massive jugs and feeling her body's undulation as the fingers went deeper.
I licked up every last drop of her, and the blue light cascaded down on our bare bodies
After 2 hours I fell back into the recliner and made my self an
OJ
She was like a dream in heat, and I had no where to be. We both sat in silence in the cool heat and the seconds ticked by like melting ice in October

What are you doing at this point ?  just standing over my body and poking me with a stick out of amusement?
you're very cruel and not as innocence as you claim, just cold and calculating, you'll be
a real heartbreaker one day, with bodies buried in a Mexican desert and it won't phase you.

sick

Everything is slow and my thumb can only tap so fast
And everything gets capitalized, and this **** is bright and I'm blind
And j have a cramp in my leg and the female hisses as she squirts venom in Mason jars
So it is
Another phone poem, another wasted minute
Mars looks good tonight

I dont feel like writing another poem again
why am I even here, clacking
this *******
I should be
digging a pothole to throw garbage in and plant
weeds -- something productive


my stomach hurts,
and people are yelling at me for being honest and considerate of their overall well-being.
you can still talk to me,
maybe?
but I had to lift the curtain, sorry if it's not what you like.

a crumpled tissue sits on the dresser, and there's a transient singing a lil pump song,
I threw a brick at him and he ran into the bush.
days are too long for all of this
sorrow

Black outside
With a heart that's caged
Faint talking swirling around the light fixture
I sip my tea and itch my neck
Pockets full of lint and lungs of ash
A swollen mind with too many thoughts
Pull the covers
And sleep for good. No more
surprises.    No more
pretending like the sun ever shone in.

I'm glad you left because it showed me how easily you break
You'd never have my back if This was enough to drive you away
Good riddance,
And don't use me for material anymore

I feel like a sociopath
I drink water and eat a grape with cheese.
Dust is in my heart, the crying girls will have their way,
Plucking out all my remains and leaving none for the sad mice

light in my eye,
the shadow in my
heart.

this crippled song,
this crippled love

There's no worse feeling than getting blamed for what you didn't do,
It's like getting blamed for cheating in a dream.
I know you want to cut me so do it,
Here I'll get it started
Lol lol lol lol lollol

there's an obligation  to type something out on a day like this -

and the stratosphere blooms
and the exhale   of the black matter   is like sad comfort

They even
Pick their own disorders on the premise that they'll look good.
Starving

I wish being a fat drunk paid off, but I'm no longer fat at least and I gave up drinking 2 years ago.
I still crave obliteration
and it shall crumble all cathedrals before me

Love is silly really

They make me write I sit down
I've evacuated these bowels countless times
You lean against a fence and leery eyes silently judge what the **** did I do
to
you?

I'm just going to get drunk **** it
I love puking into a bowl
And whispering to my plant
Wheels of confusion
Black Sabbath, then black metal,
And then noise, and then silence