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Taylor Oct 2021
there are too many words
everywhere
senses overloaded
saturated
bloated
with all these
words
words like magic
words like grinding teeth
digital words
spoken words
printed words
political
social
economic
comedic
influential
credible
ill-­informed
hateful
pretentious
all
*******
pointless
words scribbled drunkenly
on a wet bar napkin
to a woman who’s heard
way too many ******* words tonight
words that dance like d*ey magic
words like a traffic jam *******
there are only so many words
and we play them all on repeat
but everyone thinks
they
have
the
most
important
words
i barely want to write this
because I’m throwing more words
into this void of ceaseless chatter
but I guess my word for today is
irony
or maybe it’s hypocrite
who cares
it’s
all
just
words
This is probably the most divisive and ironic thing to post on a poetry site, but I haven’t written in a while and I needed to write something with teeth.
Taylor Mar 2021
when i’m alone
smothered by thoughts
and the dead weight of
silence
i seek distraction

to clog my ears and nose
with too many sounds
and too many humans
feels so much better
than this *******
quiet place

fill me

with all the smells
sounds
and terrible news
you can find

sing to me

top 100 dreams
and symphonies of
*******

surround me

with friends like smog
and toxic love

feed me

candy conversation
and forgettable names

i want it all

because anything
and I mean anything
feels better
than this
god
******
quiet
place
Taylor Dec 2020
Our greatest gift
is the pursuit of
futility
Devotion
to great deeds
and great works
is utterly meaningless
It’s a stellar performance
to an empty theater
a beautiful painting for the blind
It’s a desperate attempt
to be remembered
by a world
that remembers
no one
Without futility
what are we?
To exist
is to chase dreams
and truth
like dragons made of stardust
It’s natural to assume
this is cruel
but life is not cruel
It’s filled with meaning
Meaningless as it is
The gods were kind
when they gave Sisyphus the boulder
because what would he do
without it?
Taylor Dec 2020
My ears finally
Popped
I’m acclimated
Motion sickness over
The world is still
The room is quiet
Finally
It’s been so long
Sinking
Spiraling
Drowning
Choking on air
Praying for the crash
Now here I am
Where I belong
A bitter peace
Feeling empty and full
Lost and found
All at once
I’m alone
But smothered by you
I hate it here
But it’s home
I want to leave
But I know I’ll come back
So why bother
And knowing how I’ll come back
Sinking
Spiraling
Drowning
Choking on air
Feels almost as bad as staying here
With you
Taylor Dec 2020
would you believe
i’ve been
okay
six
whole
months

that i haven’t
thought of
Death
not
even
once

isn’t it great
to see
me
doing
so
well

i’m happy so
full of
smiles
my
jaw
hurts

my heart throbs
a tune
says
i’m
peachy
keen

life’s going great
i’m feeling
just
so
*******
good

do you believe
please just
believe
my
little
smile

i’m really okay
i’m okay
i
am
am
i
If I keep smiling, everyone will believe it, even me.
Taylor Dec 2020
The stars don’t feel
They just exist
without regard for you
or your perception of them
They are raw energy
explosive chaos
bound only to the cold grip of
Time
Free of their shackles
they unleash hell
ancient flames
devouring worlds
that you will never know
or care
existed

Beyond your sight
the apocalypse means
nothing
From a distance
the universe is pretty
And our little star
shines on
a beacon of safety
warm and comfortable
until one day
it isn’t
Taylor Dec 2020
I see the
world
in passing

Home
and countless cities
just like it

whizzing by

like faces
on the metro

Gone too quick
to remember the details

Were Spanish streets
cleaner than their
English siblings?

Did Thailand taste
like ginger?

Or was that Japan?

What did America sound like?

Memories of home
and the stops between

mingle like
voices
in busy street markets

echoing in harmony
with the droning
neon orchestra

Will the memories leave me?

Will recollection take flight
like the last of your
stray hairs?

Will I wander so far
that I forget
our
language?

I don’t belong here

I never will

and soon
I’ll see another land
and greet it
as a friendly stranger

with a nod
and meeting
of the
eyes
that lasts
just a bit
too long

and its face
will join the others

indistinguishable

and distant

I’m an outsider

I am
transient

foreign

and lost

and I don’t know
where you live
anymore

Could the world
stop
just for a second

so that I may clearly see
your face
on the other side
of the track?

So that I can
remember
a little longer
what home looks like?
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