She's laying on
my couch.
Wrapped up
in my old school
Pokemon blanket.

She's sleeping.

She wasn't feeling
well,
fever and all,
so I invited her over.
I wanted to take care of her.

I got her a McChicken
(That's what she wanted)
Medium Dr.Pepper.
I rubbed her back,
and now,
She's sleeping.

I don't normally smile
while I write.
Right now,
my cheeks hurt
because I can't stop.

She's so beautiful.

It's not every day
you catch
an angel
napping on
your couch.

Her eyes are like
Stars
And ****,
Do I love stargazing.

Her smile is bright
But, I wouldn’t mind
Going blind.

Her laugh is contagious,
An epidemic,
If you will.

My heart beats
So loud I can’t
Hear myself think.
Not a day goes by
She doesn’t cross
My mind.

Oh Julia,
Please be mine.
My love will
Stand the test
Of time.
Oh Julia,
Please be mine.

I feel most alive
Walking and gawking
In a graveyard.

Lit the silence, what once
was damp
now burned. I
sleep in wildfire,
keep my mind as straight
as an Asian
daughter.
As soon as the sun
goes up, HCl
too. Even my tears are
acidic.
I cry for no reason
and laugh because I feel like
crying. Present it much. Staying up late,
I haven't got the
time to worry.
My
lioness is
taking her rest
in my chest,
on my shoulders and the back
I give her a ride.
What a lovely day.

lay not in the grasses- for the listing of the world(s)


wash the backs of your knees

prethunderstorm, arm-deep into the buoyant ions
wet molars      slipping backwards         drying out
girls running track
(in and around buildings)
>throwing up everyday

acid backs of teeth decaying me.
like the mold on the white windowsill-
out in open airs
the film you think might be just
dirt.
like the unexplained black things under your fingernail anatomies

like grabbing the wrong towel

putting on a clean t-shirt
a necklace clasp caught in the back of your hair.      cutting it

gentle and godless
head-damp in the big nowhere
like an out-patient gun   waiting to send its children home





/

I lost all my great comparisons
After you'd gone.
No constellation metaphors,
Or moony similies.
It's as if...
I'm ten,
And I hadn't heard of black holes.

Not a poem, more of an update.

Basically, I'm back! I'll be posting here again regularly.

Also, 99% of the poems I posted here were about one boy. We ended up becoming best friends and it turns out he's actually a horrible person. Just thought it was kind of funny to log into this account and look at all my old poems and think "******* I didn't even know him at all" and thought y'all might get a kick out of that too. It's weird how things end up.

Let me know who's still around! I assume most of my regular followers completely forgot about me haha. Just wondering if I'm talking to no one here.

Either way, I'm glad to be back and I hope you all enjoy what I have to put out here.

Leak
Hear the toilet cries
Escape from her, the heart knows
But the ship has sunk

Whirlpool
Choked with saltwater
Corrosives in tropic lungs
Breathe the sun, be fine

Float**
Ice cream on soda
We were born waterlilies
Can we swim? Can we?