I'd rather not play;
my royal flush in
Pitty party poker.

Like a subordinate subboxin user.
Apparent cleanliness, washed out by legal addiction dysphoria.

Keep swimming.
It's easy to be king
of ttash mountain.
Just ask the president.

I've seen those on their third
chance.
Chastise those in the same shallow waters. They once called home.

Denial is one hell of a drug.
And it's legal.

I'd rather be in isolation station.
For, living is worse than dying.
In my eyes, I'm just looking for a shade of grey.

life is so difficult out here in the stars
the rain drops come through the windows
and cover the whirring electronic devices
that are not happy to be wet
at all
i **** out **** poems too like pretty often
are you writing a poem?
yes
starcraft 2 was a game of the past
now i hear the whirring of the tower fan
whirring out and making a better than sound
equal to
look at the face= defeated
lets talk about poetry sometime
and gg
beautifully done
a couple of days agone
five years
scowling cat be gone
******* family doesnt allow for
and it's ok
sorry to be not
i see
sorry to be
and

one day,
someone's going to
come along and convince
you're made of stardust
and laughter
a lovechild of
venus and saturn
looks at you and wonder
how you happened
and you'll finally
finally believe it

down in my toes where the sand and milk corrode the bottom
of my rucksack and employ all manner of moons
to disassemble my terrific glee -
i savor the rubble of my junk suns and the anvils
of my conspiracies
and i loom in the dark corners of a secret alphabet.
slumbering aloud with my mind open
to the dreadful and sublime.
as my teeth rattle in my joints, calling tomorrow
from it's grave mistake
while dreaming of another
one.

i awaken.