whats a moon-

you can’t do anything right
you can’t do it
just give up

you’re not worth it

just **** yourself

no one wants you

honestly

you’re not even getting on the team

who’d want you on the team anyway

you’ll just drag them down

no one wants you

you’re just a *****

just give up

just give up

just give up

please just give up

no one ******* wants you

it’s not worth it!

****

bye

The earth is never still
torrential momentum
can you feel it too?
The way the universe moves in pivots
on clockwork, centripetal lensing

Locked upon the surface, inert
Stagnant never stopping
Living in transitions
I am
Expeditious

If I were cast
into the void of nought
to sit in stillness
would Time shift
to a grinding halt?

Would the gears of reality
befall me
as I am consumed
into the fleeting rescendance?

Light-speed is dark
color blurs, and lines of stars
are not but imagery
when nothing can reach a mass
which tears itself from gravity
unmoving

If I were to melt
into time itself
becoming spaghettified
energetic, formless
would’st petrificatiON
arise belied to existence?

Could, then, I be
without me
without freeform, broken
penchant

Time shifts in days on
Ever standing in coagulant collision
Universal
Rot

Many dimensions intersect us
Poking through the perforations
Of the quantum flux

And soulbound to the collective
Is the suspended intervision

I am introspect, delicate derelict
A piece of self, its own
Unknown to space’s haste
A purer nothing

Then pop!
Come I, again, to being
To become undone by tunneling
Through infinitesimal
Again, herein
The fabrix of
what Matters

Something ineffable;
the droves of life
denied in splendor
to the mind

Something perplexing
a vexing muse of
reality
infused with abnormality

That absurd thing
we call the soul
ever whispers
even in its screams
we behold

Questions fledging
answers swarm
to ride on seraph’s wings
above the storm

Never being
erred, and e’er become
All but streaming
fleeing, gleamed in
growth, amidst hope
with such aplomb

We are meant
in the meaningless
Squandered passions
roused ambivalence

In freedom
we are lost
Untethered from truth
As we amass the idle questioning
Formed in what makes us
Aloof

What does it mean
to be
human?

Monstrous indulgences
of wandering in abundance
seeking shelter
in the wholeness
of fulfillment

Yet
We are ever empty
Never fully

We

I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.

not good enough to talk to
not worth talking to

can’t talk to

can’t speak to

can’t share secrets to

not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough

i’m not good enough

i’ll never be good enough

i’m never your number one

I want to crush up Australia,
turn it to a pebble,
place it in my pocket and drop
the coastline in your palm,
all the coral
all the color.

All the dust;
the red,
voices so far away from us-
I’ll capture the sound,
the whimsy for our ears.

Do you see the water?
Flitting by the outlines of trees once alive-
the tired grey and the shimmering azure.
Do you see how it always hugs the land?

I’ll shower it,
I’ll trace the taproots,
down to every underground
that’s ever existed in imagination,
up to every cloud.