Potahtto

Potahtto Jan 2019

do they?

I cannot help but stop and look at bleeding scratches.
Do scratches make you shiver?
Do they?

I cannot help but stop and look at the permanent disfiguration.
Never forget the unending and indissoluble imperfection.
Do mistakes become forgotten?
Do they?

I don't believe that scars are small
Scars are big beyond belief.
Scars are capacious. Scars are largish.
Do scars last forever?
Do they?

Potahtto Jan 2019

acrylics

You get on with life as an artist,
You're a hopeless human being.
And although you try your hardest,
You know you'll never stop seeing
Stains from your red acrylics.

Potahtto Jan 2019

Tailor

Trimming the hem, watch the fabric fall,
Come one, come all,
Dress you up like a doll.
Come find something to wear,
Or just stop and stare
How sweet of you to care,
How brave of you to dare,
To call yourself my jailor.
Trimming at night,
My scissors take flight,
You're looking at the talented tailor.

Potahtto Oct 2018

Candy

Your skin is warm vanilla cake
For all the things you couldn't make.

Your eyes are sharp white mint,
For all the sights that came and went.

Your mouth is twisted red licorice
For all the times you've spouted gibberish.

Your nose is a cold cube of gum
For all the kisses that made me numb.

Your tongue is rich caramel toffee
For all the times we've shared a cup of coffee.

Your taste like is candy of cotton,
For all the times I've forgotten
How much I love you.

Starving for you <3

Potahtto Oct 2018

Value

Raining gems,
Raining gold.
Depression stems,
I still feel cold.

Here you are,
I look away.
You seem so far,
You'll never stay.

I don't need you,
I have my money.
Yes, it's true,
Sweet as honey.

Close my eyes,
Dream of love.
All my lies
Are up above.

Just a short little poem I wrote during class~

Potahtto Oct 2018

Learning

But what's the point?

Phospholipids, sucrose, phosphates
Biology feels like memorizing vocabulary.

Absquatulate, etymological, effluvium
English wants me to be a human glossary.

Axiom, cartesian, diophantine
Math is repeating the same problems in different ways.

Feudalism, hegemony, cartellino
History is staring at facts about dead people.

Humdrum, repetitiousness, homogeneity
Every second of monotony bores me.

Was it always like this?

I wrote this while I was supposed to be doing my biology homework...

Potahtto Oct 2018

Love

Is it a crime to love
If the only one who's hurt is you?
If you ****** no one's feelings but your own?
If you hide it within yourself until you fall apart?
Suicide isn't a crime,
So neither is love.

Love is like quicksand. The more you struggle, the further you fall.