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winter Sep 2019
that’s it
I’ve felt it once
and the ending doesn’t surprise me anymore
I feel it now
as if I’d never left
and you’d never said goodnight
I’m alone for a day
and reduced to believing
in the remedies of being held
We are different
that’s what I’ll say
you’ll ask me “how?”
and for a moment, I’ll lose my answer
But they find their way back again
Sep 2019 · 108
Untitled
winter Sep 2019
you have scary things to say
at least scary for me to hear
i am feeling for once
so i allow myself to feel
in that i hold no shame
Sep 2019 · 599
sup fam
winter Sep 2019
& after six years
put the same people
in the same room
and nothing will have changed
you reenter
and all of that growth is gone
for a moment, all progression
dissipated
by their presence alone
Sep 2019 · 104
Untitled
winter Sep 2019
my friends who love
can sculpt a lover's face
onto a sheet of paper
Sep 2019 · 87
in a glance
winter Sep 2019
his eyes who want to know me
they needn't a second look
I direct my clarity in his direction
an invisible beam of something greater
if he knows me, he knows me
'less he knows me not,
the beam dissipates
but there is no worry
we are still collective in time
Sep 2019 · 310
postmortem solace
winter Sep 2019
finding solace in thinking
that death comes in multiple stages
rather than an instantaneous there-then-not
to live is within our own conscience
and who's to say that we do not live elsewhere
to be a string in another memory
that is my only life after death
Sep 2019 · 84
streaks
winter Sep 2019
the good morning
is sitting at the back of my school's library
so the sun hits my face
just before I leave for class
just before I finish my coffee
I listen to my mother's spotify
and choose not to finish my math homework
Aug 2019 · 124
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
it hurts, real bad
I can only say that to myself
‘less I submit to selection
nature’s way of letting me go
but that’ll hurt worse
Aug 2019 · 379
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
near midnight, hello again
I’ll be in no one’s company tonight
Aug 2019 · 86
Colder
winter Aug 2019
Even when I seem colder
I'm not getting older
For all the things you sold her
You'll never be by her side

Even when the whitest lies unfold
There'll be no escaping your hold

Fighting every second of time
as its density keeps you wavering

I can't fight for you
I won't cry for you
I won't fight for you
I might try for you

You don't need my excuse
You think I feel used
For that, I didn't need you
I chose to live by my own rules
Aug 2019 · 109
annika
winter Aug 2019
I expected the relapse
but still there is a warmth
One year ago, on this day
Two years ago, on this day
I never should have left you,
my dearest friend
I never knew how cruelly
our time would be taken for granted
This was never the end
I'll be seeing you
Aug 2019 · 124
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
the air is cooler
and the taste is bitter
these last moments of comfort
are my only solace
for what's to come
Aug 2019 · 97
Estrangement
winter Aug 2019
I'm not like my sister
who ***** up to you
because her real dad is dead
I'm not like you
who ****** up to your parents
so you could enroll to Eastman
I'm not like my mother
who ****** up to your promises
before it was too late

The words that I speak to you are real
I am not a puppet
You make me *****
With every demeaning scoff
At any instant I open my mouth

Estrangement isn't a joke, you know
You won't be laughing
when the last of us are gone
and you die alone
with no company but your own ego
Aug 2019 · 88
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
somehow, even now
after every dreadful year
you never fail to appall me
with your prevalence
in being completely devoid of empathy
i wrote a poem 4 u dad lol
Aug 2019 · 65
final farewell
winter Aug 2019
I was out again this evening
the prairie fields are already dying
my final farewell to summer, I suppose
Adventure of desire
turned to desire for adventure
I'll blame it on my horoscope and laugh
It didn't matter,
as long as I could still see the mountains
from the rearview mirror
I felt everything at once,
feeling swarming like pigments
before the muddy, brown crash
From omnipotence to pure isolation
A month of tired, restless hysteria
I may hold no expectation,
but still with my hopes I must be careful
As long as the void prevails,
I am my own creator
But the prairie is dying
and so I presume my morning routine
Aug 2019 · 88
featherbed
winter Aug 2019
I like to think that your bed
is still filled with feathers
with your weight, and pressure
releases the crush and the sigh
of something more fragile
and something more stable
Aug 2019 · 76
littleirony
winter Aug 2019
solitude is a favorable theme
however ironic
to my human orientation
and tendency to love
sometimes that means to live without
Aug 2019 · 83
piss
winter Aug 2019
they don't understand my horror
when I tell them 'I'm afraid to die'
they don't understand
how this feeling is new to me
how, for once, I could see myself aging
how, now, it seems the stakes keep raising
joy cannot be ripped from you
if you do not possess it
but now that I do
this feeling is new
for the first time, in my short life
I'm truly afraid to die
Aug 2019 · 122
what we're all thinking
winter Aug 2019
need me a guy
who photoshops in a fringe
amiright
Aug 2019 · 105
crisis
winter Aug 2019
let it be known,
that in my last summer of peace,
all I did was watch Invader Zim
and eat taco bell
every night til 7am, baby
Aug 2019 · 198
yknow
winter Aug 2019
being suicidal was fine
since there was always that option
but now, that I don't want to die?
there's no way out of it
it's a little bit cruel, how that works
Aug 2019 · 71
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
there's not enough talk
about accepting death with no afterlife
I can't read hundreds of articles
on how to comfort myself of this fact
Aug 2019 · 84
the tea, sis
winter Aug 2019
my shorter poems get all the attention
just cuz yall too lazy to read the rest
Aug 2019 · 97
yeah
winter Aug 2019
yeah the dread is a little bit completely overwhelming
the famous daves billboard gives me a lot of anxiety
I watched a youtube video about "haunted" instagram posts
humanity has allowed all of this to happen
it's so ****** weird
humans are the weirdest ******* coincidence
maybe I need to listen to a different playlist
cut off this train of thought as abruptly possible
block it out until I die
that's what I've been doing this whole time, yeah?
Aug 2019 · 504
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
I'm either dead
or in fear
the inbetween is nice
but still there are sides to the spectrum
Aug 2019 · 81
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
someone once told me
they believed the afterlife was a new earth
some call this hell
but for once
i hoped someone was right
Aug 2019 · 155
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
you can't scare me
with the concept of hell
you'd think, if you're there an eternity
you'd get used to it eventually
Aug 2019 · 70
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
how are you okay with the void?
i vote we say ***** it
and just become vampires
Aug 2019 · 69
real talk
winter Aug 2019
one of the worst feelings
is being too depressed to *******
Aug 2019 · 172
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
the finality of it all is agonizing
i'm not ready to leave forever
i wonder what it feels like to vanish
i just want to be a space sphere
Aug 2019 · 73
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
you've been relentless
i'm reaching my limit
i've never made such a mess on my face
washing off mascara has never been such a *****
no one knows a thing
no one knows a thing
not one person
if I felt better, I would walk downstairs
I would see what you were up to
I'd be friendly, I'd work with it
I did
but the moment you saw me
you had to tear me down
right back where I came from,
in a matter of seconds
it's amazing how easy we can shut ourselves off
it's amazing how i'm giving you all the signs
and somehow they all slip passed you
you'll slip pass me soon
never thought I'd have to prepare to leave you too
you were the only one
the one I thought knew me the best
out of everyone
you, too?
that's truly it for me then
i'm gone
i'll be here a while longer
but i'm gone
i'll forgive you
but i won't forget
Aug 2019 · 79
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
i don't care if it's fake
i want to feel it
i don't care if it'll last a month
i want to feel it
i don't care it'll hurt
i need to feel it
Aug 2019 · 65
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
a little bit manic
and a little bit dreary
there's not a soul left
for me to turn to
so i spit out poems
on a website with strangers
it won't help, won't fill the void
but it's the best i can do
at least i'm doing it
still not enough
Aug 2019 · 62
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
oh no,
here it comes again
if it feels like you're the only one i confide in,
it's because you are
it's overbearing: an issue
like i'd let that happen again
oh man
here i go again
i'm alone
Aug 2019 · 201
waste
winter Aug 2019
I'm told to think of a man
and I think of your jaw
I think of the thinness of your lips
This is how it goes
The sigh was grand and my body was whole
It says that I miss you,
that your arms wrapped well
around my back, under my legs
I'm found burdened by the yearning
My eyes want to well and tear
But the sting shifts into anger
It has always been anger with you,
on my own accord
the act I got caught up in
The challenge of sweetness,
testing my faux purity's limits
It was never your fault,
Call yourself a monster, maybe I'll oppose you
maybe I'll spend hours reminding you of your heart
you Inglorious *******
I have a catch, an idea, for your ego
Tell yourself that you ruined me
Remind yourself each day
that you are the beast who broke my heart
It's pathetic
I didn't need you for that
I once thought that you were only my reminder
that a love like yours didn't exist for people like me
But I was wrong
I always knew
But I got lost in the distraction
I lost my dearest love in your pursuit
You, who cursed me with your affairs
You, who mocked me with secret lovers
You, who tormented me with my own time
Strangle me with expectation,
Raising the heat, raising the tension
Make me useless, make me kind
Make me pointless, make me kind
Make me silent, mute, garbage
Make me completely deteriorate
Spouting intuition translated into madness
I cannot remember 3 months ago to 15
my mind's last attempt to spare me
from the constant & pulsating misery
that was thinking of you
You were not a lesson
You were not worth it,
You were not worth the "wisdom"
Nothing was gained, only wasted
No matter created, only destroyed
You reduced me with a single hand
to dull and ***** rubble
Ready for you to walk over
crush me slightly with your weight
place your footprint
mark where you've been
It wasn't worth it
Not after a period of silence
For you to show your face unwarranted
You mistook me for a pleasant encounter
You should have known better
After it all
After it all
After it all
You have no right to speak to me this way
After it all
I'm still writing poems about you
It's embarrassing
I'm humiliated
It wasn't worth it
You were not worth it
I think of a man,
I think of my greatest waste of time
#ex
Aug 2019 · 69
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
When I leave,
I don’t have to take you with me
twist it again
I can be unforgiving
In spite of your presumptions
of which you have too many
Our time together is limited
Aug 2019 · 72
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
I want to lose myself
I want to lose myself
I want to lose myself
Momentarily
Completely
I want to be possessed
I want to be consumed
Aug 2019 · 72
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
we need more poems
about being *****
straight up
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Aug 2019 · 151
r4v3 gir1
winter Aug 2019
I want to recreate with you
all our missed chances
Forge a sensory moment
From the unhinged twitches
that our bodies bury underground
I'll direct you this time
I want to see what's in you
Aug 2019 · 63
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
who knows me most
knows me not
it is clear,
she knows me not
he knows me not
and collectively
they know nothing
Aug 2019 · 101
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
it's alright if they'll miss me
i'll miss me too
but for the life of me
this road i have to take
for the life of them
my road ends here
Aug 2019 · 89
impression
winter Aug 2019
no, I have not grown
there is no new wisdom in my eyes
I gave you no prejudice to remark on my behavior
You are a stranger
and my blood is not your compromise
Aug 2019 · 63
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
just let me feel for this moment
let me forget for this moment
let me fantasize of something simple
Aug 2019 · 94
20123345922
winter Aug 2019
i am too known to be seen
vanished at my own disposal
huddled under the morning park bench
those who pray do not pray for me
as is nature
but all is well; there is grass in between my toes
Aug 2019 · 69
yeah me neither
winter Aug 2019
tell me, and i tell you
here i go again, i'll slip, just for you
let's try this again
accuse me of the upper hand
with one look you demand your distance
but I'm just like you,
you haven't been there yet is all
I'll be there when the time comes
for now, I'm okay with pretending
daily occurrences and days and people in general are a pain
Aug 2019 · 179
already tracer, amiright
winter Aug 2019
old enough to repaint
young enough to sell
a bolt runs down my spine
every time I remember
that you don't actually know a thing
as much as I wanted you to
I am inevitably alone
nothing will ever change that
time cannot change that
regardless of my youth
Aug 2019 · 102
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
you did it!
the emptiness has gone away!
just kidding
Aug 2019 · 74
full circle
winter Aug 2019
so i've finally come full circle
i've retreated to the feeling of joy!
though i can't say i'm relieved
knowing i'll always be the same
at the end of the line,
i'll be able to calculate my centripetal velocity
with how ******* often i come around
to the same exact conclusion
Aug 2019 · 137
another moon poem
winter Aug 2019
from emphatic crayola scribbles on the wall
peering out the window
to the night's direful blackness
where the hollow moon peered back to me
a dry and powdered luminosity
I had never before felt so perceived
than by that of the lifeless moon

I remember nothing before that moment
Aug 2019 · 320
Untitled
winter Aug 2019
consistently revising the suicide note
it’s now years in progress
from the original draft,
only a rare few words remain
why write the note at all?
I’ll wait until you forget
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