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Squid Feb 2020
I heard his name over the intercom
I knew I would
A boring name
I had strained to hear it
And though I expected it
There was still an unsettling knot in my gut
Though I can lust for others now
There is still
A longing
A yearning
For his familiarity
I've been vibing for a hot sec so I havent been writing but heres this blerb
Squid May 2020
Not necessarily beautiful
You can't always apply meaning to things like that
30 minutes listening to the sounds of a home
30 minutes of being ignored
When I had something to say
To figure out
Under pressure
And like a fragile flower in the wrong conditions
My voice died
And 30 minutes of sounds I couldnt quite understand ensued
Squid Jan 2020
According to what is public
I have not written in almost two weeks
This could not be further from the truth

50 drafts

Have been written in my spare time
And unlike those two in which I feel I am constantly intruding on

I consistently hide my works in their roughest form

And

I am

Odd
I'm talking about my weird thing with drafts again
Love that for me
Ack
Squid Dec 2019
Ack
I asked you to make me crave you again
And you did as I asked
Only to tear me apart once again
Tell me to stop one last time
Brainless boy
Yeet made this on a whim. Its trash and in pathetic.
Squid Dec 2019
You were the one to sit next to me
Voice my thoughts of familiarity
You were the one who thought I was pretty despite being bundled in layers of clothing to keep warm that night
You were the first to say truly charming things
And make cliches your own
My friends can call me immature
Naive
But I want to know this perfect yet penniless prince
And how your life had to be so
What flaws are within you?
Please let me continue
Chasing my pretty bell boy
You turn cute proposals into lighthearted jokes. Never knowing that I would've accepted them. I think I've met the one that got away. As I have little hope of catching him.
Squid May 2020
April is a humiliating joke to me
The rain that supposedly comes to water the flowers
Is better represented by the amount of tears shed this month
Wrote this about a week ago
Squid Dec 2019
There is a weight on my head
I am perfectly capable of lifting it
I could toss it away at any time if I so desired
But to lift it would disturb me for reasons unknown
Performing an action such as venting the frustration and uncomfortability of the weight lifts it in a more pleasant way then forcefully moving it away
The weight has not been completely removed
But it is slightly more bearable
Perhaps I could gain the mental strength to leave my bed and rid myself of the anchor hooked on my skull
Or I could continue annoying others into doing it for me
I dont know what is is. But I feel sad. I dont know if its anxiety or depression? Anxiety normally feels different than this but what's causing it would normally be something that makes me anxious and sad not depressed and irritable.
Squid Jan 2020
Its not about making the content anymore
Its about me
I always make it about me
But making people feel better
Or having someone relate
Even just getting them to think a little bit
That's always a plus
It helps me remember that there are other things in this world than the things I write about
It takes me out of my glorified teen drama
Brings me back to earth when I am left alone and dont have that person to tell me its okay
Squid Dec 2019
Take me back to when you hadn't decided to wrap your arms around me
When I wasnt immediately intoxicated by your scent
When you didnt seem interested in my writing or my artwork
When you didnt curiously try to figure out the password to my phone
To when you would text with thoughtfulness
To when you would do anything to make me feel better
To when you claimed you wanted the route that would cause me least pain

But my preferred routes were not those of yours
And you wouldnt compromise
So you led me down your path
And claimed that at some point it would merge with mine
You held my hand as we walked down the trail
But turned back and fled just before the intersection
I ran after you to ask why you had gone
Why you had changed your mind
Why you had done exactly what I expected of you
Why you went against everything you promised me
Take me back to before you returned
Or back to when I was wanted
It ***** because when they dont like you, you cant just cry and vent your feelings at them. And I'm not even sure what I wanted to say was about him exactly. But I was crying and then i just thought about the people that are most important to me and how they make me feel better but also how they wont be around forever. I mean 1 is already gone and I cant lean on the others shoulder forever. Hi it's been a wild day.
Squid Apr 2020
There are days when every move she makes is laced with anger
Days when a potential lover cannot make time to accomodate growing feelings
Days when I cannot differentiate disinterest and stress
Bad days filled with friction and fighting
A wish that I could run away from it all
But suffocated by millions of thoughts as to what I should do
And confusion as to what the problem really is
Squid May 2020
Apologizing
For needless things
Things I've been told are okay to do
Sorry
For saying no
Forgive me for expecting things from someone residing below the floor
Squid Dec 2019
I'm drowning in the newfound freedom of returning to the words I once left behind
The words allow me to sink further into my mind
The words embrace me like an old friend
The words comfort me when I cannot run to a past lover
When I cannot cry on my friends shoulder because he is more troubled than I
Cover me in my blanket of words
Let me rest
Let me only be woken by one that could console me in a more pleasant manner
I left words behind like I left you in your darkest hour.
.
.
Wordtimewordtimewordtimewordtime. I made cookies. They're still just as bad as before.
Squid Feb 2020
A long lasting tension
Ever present when I see those grey blue eyes
The tension was there even before I had my first partner
And it remains even after said companion left
Now the blue eyed boy has a partner of his own
But unlike myself he couldnt let the remaining tension stay unspoken
An intentionally exposed abdomen and carefully woven flirtatious jokes
Make my mind wander curiously
While my mouth mumbles a teasing line in response
And I realize it too late when my brain plugs this blue eyed troublemaker into my fantasies
I am only wading in his waters now
But I know I have the potential to drown in his depths
I dont think my friends would approve of the person this is about but I think its written a little better than my other stuff
Squid May 2020
I wonder if youd be the type
The type to appreciate the little things I do
The words I write out in dedication
The images in my head I bring to life with brushes
The type to remember that I am more than the foolish words I speak aloud
It seems you arent
Yet still i hope you could be
Cause I wont be going anywhere
Anytime soon
Squid Mar 2020
You build me a tower of hope
And then proceed to knock it down
While telling me not to worry about it
Now all I can do is beam a smile through the despair while clutching at the remnants of my dreams
Squid Mar 2020
"Dont shoot the messenger"
Even if this messenger were to be unknowingly spouting lies
Or giving unwanted information
I beg of you not to shame them
The intentions are only of good
Undertoned with worries of accidental betrayal
Squid Dec 2019
Existence is tiresome
But I would never end it
There are many happy moments
Like pacing the sidewalk
Joyous bell in hand
Greeting the people
Wishing them well
Smiles around
In those moments I want nothing
Besides to be warm and to continue my walk without pain in my feet
I dont want you
I dont want to leave
Merely to dance to a song
And be the brightest light
I thought it was odd
How the thought of you didnt sound appealing for once
That I was content with me again
I didnt have my head in the clouds
But still not down to earth
Just floating in outer space
The way I prefer it
Wrote this like a day or 2 ago. Today ****** cause I am an idiot. Maybe when I go back to work tomorrow I'll feel better.
Squid Jan 2020
Because of the departure of one person, I have decided to isolate myself
I am not alone
Yet I have decided to be
Why
It feels better
To be alone
And dwell on things that should have no meaning
To lurk near the presence of one I am better off forgetting
I could seek the council of those I hold dear for support
But I am afraid I have troubled them too often with dilemmas like this
And truly
It is no dilemma
But merely me gripping onto what I have lost for the second time
Squid Dec 2019
Talking to you is terrifying
Maybe it wouldnt be so bad if I actually had the courage to finally open up your message
But I've done that before and it just got scarier from there
I dont want to be alone
But I dont want to talk to you
You are perfect in all the ways I am not
And yet you are flawed in all the ways I could never be
Some would say that we'd be a good fit
And perhaps we would if I saw you again
Instead I'll just repeat the same apologies over and over
Disinterest
Cause my mind is on someone else?
That would be a part of it
Cause I've put off talking to you so long that I've developed a complex
Another part
That the cloud that used to follow me from a distance now looms over my head and drains me
A bigger ordeal
I think you were better as an idea
Someone I could admire from afar
The way I would have as a preteen
I did want to know more about you
And maybe you wouldve told me
But I dont think I want any of it anymore
I dont want you to know about me
And I dont want to talk
I think I change my mind too much. But it's not like its without reason. I think I'm justified. I miss my friends.
Squid Dec 2019
Dont say you care about me
Dont say my name
Dont ask why I'm sad and not pursue the thought when I say I'm not sure
Dont ask what I'm doing and then not be curious when I say art
Dont talk to me all day and not have anything interesting to say
Dont call me cute when you know you dont like me
Dont hold my hand
Dont give me hope and then let me down again
Dont purposely do the things I ask you not to
Dont be a ****
Imwritingimwritingimwritingimwritingimewritingimeritingimwriting
Reeeee
I have unrealistic expectations for people that claim they care. I am terrible
Squid Jan 2020
There are far too many
All about the same people and things
Repetition
I dont want to repeat the same things over and over again
But that seems to be all I do
Just in private
If I were to show it to the world just once
Maybe I'd feel better
Oh what? I wrote a kinda short blob of text? Nah
I've been writing a bunch of long blobs about the same bunch of stuff and not doing anything with them. This is about that.
Squid Dec 2019
Writing a million drafts
Of inadequate poems that barely qualify as such
The amount of published works is exceeded by the number of drafts
The delete button lurks below
But shall never be touched
Every untitled draft contains a thought from a time in which I could do nothing but write out my feelings to relieve the chemicals rushing through my brain
The drafts are not neglected
They are read to remind myself that I have felt just as unpleasant and survived
Some are grown into published works and are allowed into the outside garden
While others continue to sit in my metaphorical windowsill
Only to be seen by those I let in and myself
I feel like I didnt end this right but I couldn't figure out how to conclude it. Some of my drafts are actually really nice and have some good lines in them. But sometimes I just have really high standards and if it's not perfect then I dont publish it. Right now is not one of those times. I dont even know what the garden metaphor thing was?
Squid Feb 2020
Tan skin covered in an assortment of rose colored fabrics
Illuminated by tiny stars encased in glass
Faint melodies play quietly in the background to prevent silence from taking hold
A space timeless as the calendar by the door displaying dates long expired
This is my dreamland
A bubble that protects those within from any worries outside by trapping them in paintings
A private place
Perfect for romantic or platonic excursions
This is where inspiration is fueled
Where laughter can be heard from time to time when guests arrive
And where many pleasures, past and present, have and will take place
Squid Feb 2020
I had a dream
That you were talking to me in modern hieroglyphics
And somehow
I could still understand you
I've had weird dreams this week
I dont remember this one but I think they were talking in emojis and i dunno
I guess i woke up and wrote this
Squid Jun 2020
Sometimes
My bonds with people seem like wells
Wells that I am constantly running dry
And anymore it seems as if I am in a desert
I'm sorry
If I come to drink from the wells of friendship too often
I wish I could be more like rain
Squid Mar 2020
Screaming that you are happy
Doesnt make it true
Squid Mar 2020
Say something of value, little hunter boy
Something more than a line as carefree as the wind
And more concrete than your everfading emotions
Squid Oct 2021
Dark and empty
Where everything outside is muffled
Those are the places I reside now
A lightly treaded staircase
Inside the box of tin and 4 wheels that takes me everywhere I don’t want to be
Any available corner of a room
Loneliness and hunger
Hoping the more I leave people alone,
The more okay with me they might be
If my stomach is as empty as I am
The happy things might return
Squid Feb 2020
Unexpectedly
My favorite love story is not a classic fairytale
It's their story
Their story doesnt have a happy ending
Instead
It ends with a man sitting alone in a dark house he still cant see as his own
Squid May 2020
For the better half of an hour
Some 24 hours ago
You sounded like you had a conscience
Like you could understand the deeper meanings of sadness, anger, and guilt
Talking philosophy
As if maybe there was a chance at happiness for us
Squid Feb 2020
Why do you seem to exist in spite of me
The words below your image are a sad excuse for poetry
And your jokes are bland as ever
Why do you stand boldly on my platform
Seeming to dare me to look at you
Challenging me
I suspect a call for attention
Much like how I used to
But if I were to voice these suspicions
I'm sure I'd be looked down upon until I was laughing at my own self and how pitiful I had become
On the outside I'll beg of you to leave me completely
But I know that within me is still the constant plea that you will return and be better than when you last left
Squid Jun 2020
I wish I could ask you to stay
That youd never leave
But I'd hate the thought that you could want to leave but feel trapped by my desperation
Your love seems so unconditional when it comes to me
But as time goes on I feel as if even your love for me is fading
I wonder terribly often that maybe I am becoming a worse person
And that you greatly dislike the changes you see in me
I'm too tired to process the level of ****** this is so
Squid Oct 2021
Does your family still talk about me?
Are your walls the color you talked about with me so long ago?
I guess friends do come and go
And with the irregularities in thought process that have come to light I suppose it’s no surprise you sought out people with better expressed feelings, sympathy.
You could say I left myself in the dirt
Chasing the only friend whose feelings seemed real to me
Don’t think about my words too much, friend
Please don’t think about them at all
I’ll use this as a shovel to bury the old and start anew
Squid Aug 2020
I imagine it's like tightrope walking
But on drugs
I dont know which way to lean
Where I am
Why I'm trying so hard to stay balanced
Where I'll land if I fall off the rope
I make my moves carefully
But my mind is spinning
I am preparing myself for what my mind seems to believe is inevitable
The fall
The end
I want to keep walking
The farther I go the better I feel
If only I could keep my balance in this altered state of mind i refuse to define
Navigating romance is terrifying and I have
Incredibly poor balance
Squid Jan 2020
Walking
In the middle of an empty road
Its quiet
The air tastes like fire and those weird flavored candy canes
Maybe a tootsie pop
laundry soap
All at the same time
Hhhhh
Squid Mar 2020
"Did you actually write about squids?"
They ask
Not bothering to read the rest
Perhaps it was because
The language in which is was written
Was beyond their current comprehension
Or rather
They dont care to change their impression of me by reading a sad poem with a joking overlay
Squid May 2020
On the phone
Drawing left handed sketches
Hearing you sing a familiar song as a joke
To no one in particular
Squid Dec 2019
A boy so simple and bland he hardly deserves a title
A little hunter boy fascinated by a fish
To get its attention he asked many questions
His bait was a stare and a shallow dip in the water
The fish didnt bite
But the boy waded in farther
Curious, the fish swam in close
Cozying up to a potential friend
But suspicion soon crept in
That true intentions were hidden
The boy said no
That it would never be so
But a few days it had been
And his affection had dimmed
The boy had enough
Of the poor fish's love
But what he didnt have was the courage to say goodbye
Murky blank eyes confessed what he couldnt
But dare he admit the fish was right
To soften the blow he gave a false prize
Promising to continue to greet his short lived companion
But all that was given
Was the poor mans rendition
Comprised of occasional apathetic glances

The little hunter boy still lurks by the ocean
Entrancing the passerbys

The fish peeks out of its reef of stars sometimes
To watch him continue his ways

But silence

A bell rings in the distance
Excuse you sir please do not message me I am writing a poem about you.
Squid Jun 2020
Everything is boring
And my dreams have never been so out of reach
I have no desire to return home without the touch and embrace of another
If only we could both stay here
Until my dreams were caught
I want to ask you so many things
If only youd take me seriously and answer my questions
I should take what I can get
Jokes and glances
But I've always wanted more
And I dont think that will change anytime soon
Squid Jan 2020
Youd never get it
How intense all of it felt
The feeling of one I didnt want pressed against my back with arms wrapped around me
The relief i felt when an old friend came to talk and gave me room to breathe
However I was still locked in place
Unable to refuse a sloppy meeting of lips
The horrible longing for someone speeding right by you
Knowing him
The desire was always there before
Like a spark
That grew into flames when I saw him
That exploded into a raging forest fire last night
Trying to figure out the expression on his face
Concentration?
Sadness?
What?
I could never figure him out
I also heard bad things last night
I didnt know what to make of them
Had I been lied to?
Trying to figure it out
Listening
But I cant
Blaring speakers and noisemakers
Combined with a desperate grab for my attention
Arms like chains around my body
A plea not to listen
Not to look
Dont tell me what to do
I'm not yours
Can you people stop assuming that?
I told him I didnt like kissing you
I didnt like any of it
I thought thatd make him feel better
But it only felt as if he was running away
Why run away
And text me as soon as he arrived home
Apologizing again
It's all so intense
I might cry again
I miss him
I dont want to
I dont want anything
Except I still want everything at the same time
Squid May 2020
It grips me tight
But I try to hide it
Like a parasitic vine grown from what was thought to be mere anxiety wrapping itself around my body
I am ashamed of it
I feel as if I am a monster admitting to a lover that I am cursed
But they are too caught in their dream version of me to truly care about it and the effects it has on me
Yeah so anyways
Currently trying to remind myself that my friends and acquaintances *probably* dont hate me again
Squid Dec 2019
Maybe I dont want to be seen as anything
I just want to be seen
Lose your perceptions of me
And I'll try to lose mine of you
For everytime I am shown something I know,
I fear,
"Oh, I'm the _ girl",
And that the whole world will know me for enjoying a thing I cared only minorly for
I've been writing too long today. I am stuck in my head again.
Squid Dec 2019
Pretty bell boy
Washing the dishes
Pretty bell boy
Asking for kisses
Pretty bell boy
Should've been royalty
Pretty bell boy
Asking for my loyalty
Pretty bell boy
Strip me of my dignity
Pretty bell boy
Born in another city
Pretty bell boy
Asking where I'm from
Pretty bell boy
Playing my heart like a drum
Sorry pretty bell boy
I'm just so ******* dumb
Ackk I knew I was gonna do this. Romanticize the idea of him. He makes me feel like I'm in a romantic Disney movie rather than an angsty netflix series. I just wanna be on that bus with him again. Please?
Squid May 2020
Have I truly wasted so many chances?
Have I questioned you so much that I deserve your hate?
All I had asked for was a less apathetic reminder that maybe dreams do come true
Instead I've received an impossible question as to what the root of the problem is
A repeat
Am I as bad as you both suggest
Or do I simply have bad taste
Raw
Squid Feb 2020
Raw
I was good at this once
The words came to me so easily
And I'd scribble them out in ink inside an old notebook
It's not so easy anymore
I stopped writing the words in physical form
There used to be so much to say that jotting it down was too time consuming
It gave the words time to run away
And for new ideas to cover up the old ones
Now
I've said so many things that I am almost raw
No longer a mystery
Just a rock of selfish anxiety
With the same old worries and thoughts carved in deep
Squid May 2020
I think too many people punish others for their words
Without thinking about why they were said
Squid Dec 2019
A quick peck on the lips
A kiss long overdue
How I could stare at you forever
How I know you could do the same
You sound like a childhood friend
You look like a thousand suns
What would you do if you knew what I had done a day prior
What would you have felt if you knew who I was talking to the week before
If you knew the previous night I was silently weeping for another boy
A boy I had never loved
Who had never loved me
Who had lied for his own pleasure
Who had brought out the bad parts in me
The desperate parts
The anger which was hidden away
I cannot blame him for what I did
It was my impatience
It was my decision
And because of that impatience
I wasted two days with you
If you knew all that
Would you still have kissed me?
Would you have saved me a seat?
Let me lean on your shoulder?
I hate having regrets
But just this one time
I wish I wouldve chosen differently
So basically, I'm a bad person. I dont know how to fix that fact.
Squid Oct 2021
If he sees me sad
Maybe he’ll put away the things that have come between us
Angry
At the people whose feelings are supposedly easily expressed
For not caring
Angry
That the short hour of time I’ve created out of sleep for love has become so sour
Angry
That you can’t just put our differences aside and give me the only thing I’ve ever wanted from you since the beginning
Love
Squid Mar 2020
The wannabe princess is building her kingdom
Covering polished nails in sawdust
Squid Jan 2020
Your scent is stuck in my head
Like the chorus of a pop song
I remember you asking what it was like. I still dont know exactly. But oddly enough your scent reminds me of my grandpa.
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