I've been saying "*******"
a lot more these days

recite me sappho
through your breath
and beneath your palms

suburbia screaming
What the ****
with simple guitars
playing simple sounds

universal youth
with our thin walls
and hands stained with dye
drowning out the empty

the rage of the plain

somehow, even now
after every dreadful year
you never fail to appall me
with your prevalence
in being completely devoid of empathy

I'm tired
I'm cold
What did I just take
You haven't replied to my texts in days
All I want is to be better for you
Why can't you just say something to my face

my eyes are
the color of the earth
as seen
from far away

The empty square where the app had been
I used it only to speak to you
so now the lot is vacant
It is a new level of disconnect
a notion I can't help to feel
that I am repeating
I can't stand the silence

they told me my painting was ominous
While I was thinking
It was pretty self-explanatory

my words have completely lost me
but even i am not gone
i am in love
and without a word
to describe this solace

My fifth grade self got down on her knees
In the center of her childhood bedroom
Held a steak knife to her stomach
Juliet-style
Because that was the only way she, (at that time of her life), knew how to do it
Other than jumping off a London Bridge into some clamoring river
But she couldn't figure a way to get to London
And was more afraid of heights than she was of death

I think some of us are still hopeless
by the end of it
They went through a rough patch &
got over it
but not all of us can
I think some of us are born
Knowing that our end
would be the result of our own hands

suicide is
  sobering
death is
  sobriety

im just
2 cool i guess

I am a vessel
for what, I do not know

My dad is the only man on Earth
who doesn't assume that
he was "The One Who Hurt Me"

and I think that, in itself,
is quite ironic

My childhood clouds
Have come back to say hello
Baby's fingertips
I cradle my own face

Handprints on the wall
I'll never know their names
They'll never know our failures
Resting in peace
Without the weight of our legacy
Which has been scrapped thereafter
And withers the print

fbi can watch me all they want but
all they'll find is
blue hair and pronouns

i am the world's
younger sister
and older brother

i wish ppl from home could see this city.
i miss the ppl from home.
i wish ppl here were more kind.
i miss kind ppl.
ok gn

i know that i'm lonely
but i know i'm a dreamer
my projections of longing
are merely my hypotheses
a demonstration
of my understanding
of love

I used to think of ancient people
as such ominous
all-knowing beings
in their footprints and their art
it was supreme,
it was transcending
they knew things about the universe
that i could never imagine
but theyre the same
as you and i
theyre just the same

my worst fear
is to remain conscious
after death
that's how I'm feeling now

please please please
don't comment on my poetry
with a quote from the bible

i know
they don’t want me around
i’m working on
keeping quiet

i am getting to an age
where my suicide means
less and less
the question then becomes
will that help me
or make it worse?

I don't get why any of them like me
Hell knows I wouldn't
Ew

i’ve lived for so long already
feels like i’m already dead

jack white on the radio
i'm headed home,
afraid that im too far
i feel further from you, too
but too many journal entries
are my doubts
and too many closers
are testaments
of your patience with me

what revelation am I supposed to come to?
it’s tiring
i’m tired

how are you okay with the void?
i vote we say ***** it
and just become vampires

its 71 degrees and mostly sunny in new york
which is 4 degrees warmer
than where you are

near midnight, hello again
I’ll be in no one’s company tonight

my sister is gone
and the cat is gone
and my brother is gone
and my mother's been knocked out since noon

Sometimes it really pays off
To shred your legs
With the tip of a protractor
To grow out your nails
For the purpose
Of sinking them into your skin

my friends i know don’t want me to stay
they can sense i feel the same way
in that i am unfit as a person
i do not want their help
& they do not want to help me
that’s how it’s still working

everybody would have seen it coming
i've been waiting my whole life to die

How eternal it all seemed

Futile
Is a good word for it

why cant i cry
why cant i stop crying
why cant i cry

I am not going to stand up here and
tell you my life story
I am going to
take my experiences
and tell you a human story

we need more poems
about being *****
straight up
¯_(ツ)_/¯

Different meanings to the passing bird
I heard you've been mentioning my name
I heard it all until 5am
I dream I'll hear it again
There was no moon today
In the place where it should usually be
At this hour
It was full the night before
The sky is clear now
I wonder what it might mean

I went on a walk
And failed to find any cool rocks

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

here i am again
somehow eternally stuck in this position
scrubbing the guilt off your shoulders
as I pack my bags

that word keeps coming back to me
vessel
i am to write my means
in 600 words
what is it I believe in
can I write that I do not believe in anything