soak - Hello Poetry

soak Jun 2019

watch me as my edges soften
body dissolving into sheets
weight of myself sinking into myself

Three cheers for this wonderful cocktail of drugs - for anxiety, for insomnia, for my terrible
******
allergies

2/3 normally dealt with by smokin a bowl **** but when that's not an option..... Prescription meds to the rescue?!!! Makes me loopy too which is always a time

soak Jun 2019

Smerdyakov

Avaricious and parricidal
beginnings like honey:
flowerdust and insect secretions

With endings far, far less sweet

Hmmm though, I guess maybe he wasn't really all that greedy? I think he was probably motivated more by pure hatred than anything else lol. But I just wanted to use the word avaricious lol I just learned it

soak Jun 2019

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If I could scratch the same thing twice
Write a single good sentence
I would

Hate all my writing ha ha haaaaa

soak Jun 2019

the night-bus back home

Once upon an-archy,
I felt the tension deep
in the tendons of my arms

Felt a jag, a jolt
of something yet to come
(something So long past)

two red lights almost shimmering in their distance - a product of heat?
or is it space?
maybe time?
i couldn't say.

Try watching a train go by when you can't hear it: almost floats along - a certain grace hidden behind a wall of roaring noise

soak Jun 2019

egg on my face: alone alone alone

I can feel the blush creeping up,
betrayal invading from my cheeks to my ears - so much for playing it cool
Am I the only only?

Hold on I just noticed another girl sitting on her own w a book at this restaurant, no longer an alien lol! Social anxiety works in funny ways

soak Jun 2019

predictively

whenever we get our own
hands will shake
untethered and all the way
friction for me and my god
hoping for more than that

i usually find meaning in my words long after theyre written, i hope it happens even here

soak Jun 2019

unseated and it is

fiercely silent it brays it brays it screams in
dreams
six strings, six songs nag and itch and needle themselves into the base of my skull
the atlas, the axis, stunned by the weight of doubt of guilt with hardly a sentence to their credit
with hardly a moment to their name

i can't say the words out loud, i can't even think about it too hard