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Mar 4 · 122
i dont really care

'sorry to **** on your opinion'

i dont really care enough
Feb 26 · 50
dear god
FLESH Feb 26
I hope you find a better medium than beating your own *** with the cliches
Feb 26 · 104
FLESH Feb 26
Feb 26 · 195
D lister--
FLESH Feb 26
fascinated with the talk of a stripper
Talk faster, im draining you mister
9:42 pm
Feb 18 · 35
FLESH Feb 18
Ill make it up right now
As I continue to type
It’s happening live
Feb 18 · 43
FLESH Feb 18
Ankle aches
Boundary *******
Cliche children
Dowry deadbeats
Economy Enders
Fickle *******
Grotesque Grinding
Help me Hindsight
I’m ignoring Iris
Juice box Justice
Kinda kind
Lonely life
Money Monkey
Nonsense nobility
Orientation Obligation
Primary school Population
Questioning Quiznos
Resting relentlessly
Smeared ****
Trusting Tyranny
Understanding Unanimous Updates
vague vision
Willingly Washed-up
seXually perpleXed by Xylophones.
Yes, you
Zookeeper Zen
Feb 18 · 152
midday friday
FLESH Feb 18
I’m aching
borderline pinching with the shakes
Abrasively I’m dialing
Itchy skin fingers toy with fine dining

What do you know about blame?
And do you always think you’re definitely in love this time?
9:46 am
Oct 2021 · 32
FLESH Oct 2021
tourniquet brochure
im flustering before the door
I am going through it today

im going through two more.
likely its me, addicted to the lure.
too many downs my face is permanently bound.
malignant. im suddenly tremendously livid.
rose from the dead I know
im more to life than that
im bouncing. off the walls I’m laughing.
todays the day until forever.
alive and green and well and up. about, staged.
im winding, im twisting and falling in love.

I will bump my head against yours until they bleed.

next day is today and there is a bit of a spot in the distance.

its just a turn I can feel it. its just a turn I can feel it.
its just a turn I can feel it. faithful everlong.
its coming
a personified monologue.
numbers say hello and

im still. connected to the floor, offering.
Aug 2021 · 263
old note never sent
FLESH Aug 2021
I don’t know if it’s okay to be in love with you. I’m just not sure what two humans are supposed to do about it except itch.
FLESH Aug 2021
Is it because they’re not supposed to love more than 1?
Aug 2021 · 58
I wrote on my face in ink
FLESH Aug 2021
what a joy it is to think
One moment I’m erratic, borderline ******
My face is sticky, so I’m laughing at his jokes
This is me winding down a mountain

looking to sink as I sing into this drink
YOURE taught to live behind a curtain
Meanwhile snot is oozing out my cheeks
IM watching tv
tremendously pushing buttons
simultaneously tasting sweet

im burning all my clothes and falling from a tower
all the Marks were right to manufacture laughter
9:44 pm
Sep 2020 · 79
it rhymes
FLESH Sep 2020
And neither of us are new at this I presume
I’ll spit out the window till I’m out of spit (too soon)
Sep 2020 · 295
FLESH Sep 2020
Put my ******* on a diet

Was your need not blood?

Black walls with shiny black tiles

Whistle whistle whistle
FLESH Sep 2020
Been in a weird head space the last week, and part of it brought on loneliness so if I made you feel uncomfortable I’m sorry. It might just be in my head, but I hope we’re cool.

And if I didn’t, that’s great. I’m just unsure if my offness was noticeable or taken the wrong way.
This is literally terrible and so cringe 20:38 pm
Sep 2020 · 52
in hell fuck you!
FLESH Sep 2020
Nothing rhymes within this hymn we’ll see you in another ten (In hell *******)
FLESH Sep 2020
Make sweet love in Oxnard
I used to spit on my shoes a lot
Now I spit on my open toed sandals
I’m not mad that you feel the way you feel
Sep 2020 · 72
reasonably cold
FLESH Sep 2020
I have a cold demeanor
And it’s noticed
They’re uncareful
Stings their nose, the stench
when it’s coming off my skin and foaming from my mouth
the love spell stench

they hate the simple things I love
To love  

sometimes I think that I know what it means to be alive
and when I forget it makes
no sense at all
I know
no one
then they’re all strangers and not at
all close to real
so escapable its understandable.
They don’t really like that, and if they think they do
It’s because intellectualism is the new ****.
Playing Unstable,
it can be a misery
They are all too human, like an animal
Nothing more
20:29 pm
Sep 2020 · 88
Unfinished thought
FLESH Sep 2020
Religion is a very tricky thing, because what it does is
20:22 pm
FLESH Sep 2020
Cause and effect is crazy because he could’ve done this or that but he didn’t and I didn’t and nobody did.
20:19 pm
Sep 2020 · 325
sober now only child
FLESH Sep 2020
She knows she is Jesus Christ just one child just like the man himself and shes loud from time to time
she downs some coffee
she said
20:12 pm
Sep 2020 · 84
20:10 haiku
FLESH Sep 2020
Writing about it doesn’t
Help much but okay
I’ll write more or less for me (or you) (that would be just “you” to fit the haiku)
Sep 2020 · 199
hold me haiku
FLESH Sep 2020
You hold me and it’s not that
Fair of you to do
So you do it anyways
FLESH Sep 2020
Evil orange sun
In no way either inherently, underneath it all
all the smog, smoggy smoke and upheaved
Dusty dirt is a life giver a killer a creator a cop
A desire manifest
Evil today, been evil still will be evil
As long as its clouded this way
And if its clouded this way for much longer
I will seal its evil between my greenish eyes and the orange paste
Reflection where the two colors have no
Harmony only some kind of indifference which neither
transcends or pierces the other and there’s no
Way to tell if one knows the other exists
The light hits all corners of my home and I cannot
Escape this evil orange and when I close my eyes
They only adjust to black according to the former
Still evil and apocalyptic I am close
To doing nothing anymore
Till suddenly even nothing creeps back and presents
Its evil and purposeless self right
Before my illusory green and dumb eyes
I am profound
So profoundly struck by evil
That my fear bubble has burst and
Scattered its microscopic babies in every
Direction to outlive its competition my wit
And reality, non paranoic paranoid nerve endings and synapses and
Neurons I am scattered now completely overpowered by tiny
Evils I’ve created that this orange has put inside of me
That I have grown and birthed I
Am now going to sit and go about my evil day
Eating my evil sandwich evil Thai food and
Washing my evil hair as long as the orange sun shines on me
Gods child
Sep 2020 · 138
s o r r y???
FLESH Sep 2020
How long will your mouth move like that saying s o r r y in one long word like it’s a sentence in itself you’re sorry you’re sorry we’re all sorry to be alive isn’t that enough of an apology maybe you’re not sorry enough but you’re sorry enough to do it again and again and again like it’s a sad sad excuse an excuse that you’re sorry enough to say how many times can we say sorry in this long long life I’m ready to throw you over my shoulder I’m sorry I’m sorry I couldn’t throw you far enough west across this ocean I’m sorry for where all my empty bottles end up after I’m a long time drunk and all your pill bottles go there too after a long long binge you’re sorry do you live there do you go here weird question I’m sorry have a nice long sorry night
Jun 2020 · 183
rum and coke
FLESH Jun 2020
I call and call for some reason and that reason is a voicemail not set up so if the horrible truth is true tonight ill never hear that voice again
2:20 am
Jun 2020 · 62
FLESH Jun 2020
My mom sends me a picture of herself
Talking about how there’s guardian angels
On the subways in New York
when men hold me, I feel so alone
Is it my turn to tuck you in like your
Mother never did?
10:15 pm, 777777777777777777
May 2020 · 74
Unfortunately, ok
FLESH May 2020
Lines of yellow between the breaks of my fingers
In front of my throbbing head
Face, body and mind
I’m glad you’re alive.
And I’m glad that I am
maybe I shouldn’t have told you
Like maybe you’re over it

Today is the day,
11:26 pm
May 2020 · 159
1 i
FLESH May 2020
1 i
As I drift to sleep
I’ll say this now
There’s no humanity no love
And IM used

fine, FINE.
4:02. Am now 4:03
May 2020 · 66
FLESH May 2020
Why mess it up at the hands of another
who life could never show a better dream
8:46 pm
May 2020 · 474
FLESH May 2020
sleep is timely
Like the fast tongues of women
with black hair
They ask beneath our sky
for love
As if it were one last stop before death
8:43 pm
Apr 2020 · 76
I saw one tonight
FLESH Apr 2020
How are you?
It’s almost midnight,
At this point it’s our cue.
It’s not what it’s seems to be, the light.
We’re here to play, day and night
2:55 am
FLESH Apr 2020
We are but tiny sun men
We see light as dark
Over the hills are golden days
White at night and rounded caves
Under our skin there must be more
Nobody knows, for we are just men.
What lies there but ourselves, that which is of the sun?
All say that
Love must be put to bed
Yet we ask of our women:
What are we and what is beneath our skin
How did you let the light in
When will man rust?
Some told their small lies
All to suit a sad tongue
“For there is gold underneath,
Yet the rust is scared of man
Their shadow always about and messy
Inside of man is neat truth, hidden”
but we sun men only heard there is gold beneath
So we slaughtered the lot of them
And realized where rust grows
In the toil of used blood where the sun once shined
In darkness there is light
Exposed, only dark.
We are sun men, and no longer do we ask such questions.
1:31 am / 1:13am
FLESH Apr 2020
I don’t know what I’m doing here
Laying alone
Speaking to him in cyberspace
I’ve annoyed him
Eventually I’ll lose
Right now I’m annoyed
Everything is bothersome when I’m not giving in
Why is this so
do I smile for someone else
April 3rd. I was moody. 11:09 pm
Apr 2020 · 110
FLESH Apr 2020
Waiting for this stoge to burn
It’s a blue spirit
I’ll be waiting a while
1:09 am
Apr 2020 · 71
FLESH Apr 2020
I see it through my eyes
So this world is mine
If others exist beyond my sight
They might have their own sight too
So I won’t try to dominate what is mine to hold
Hours I spent looking at our world
I called it ours
So it is
1:08 am
FLESH Apr 2020
I always end up saving these men from themselves
And I wonder each time if what I’m doing is right
Because at some point I lose them or
they lose me
It’s like
Did I do any good at all
Do they cry at night wanting a woman’s touch
Or do they lay awake hating my figure and picturing me in flames or at the grip of their hands around my throat
Am I supposed to avoid it
Or is it important that these men come across me
As If im some savior like a **** Jesus Christ
They can cry to laugh with **** hard and discuss what’s behind our flesh that no man has seen. Are they supposed to meet me
and is losing me always the point
Is this a part of the plan or apart from it
As if the extreme of enabling a behavior becomes the opposite extreme, one of selfishness when I’m drained. Except To them there’s only one kind of selfish.
First they will blame themselves then me then god for creating them then their parents then themselves, there’s never anybody left but themselves
They return hollow, into themselves, forever selfish.
11:58 pm
Apr 2020 · 57
FLESH Apr 2020
My fear is rising
And it doesn’t resolve with
Good timing
Flat and spiking
At once
I’m afraid and unmoved
My hands are like steel plates
Barely dangling from my body anymore
With the weight they hold
They’re no longer far from the ground
I’m traveling in one spot
Almost empty now
And nothing but rot
It’s time
I’m back to nothing
It so far now
And nothing awaits me
My plated hands are gone
How long is this misery
12:15 am
Mar 2020 · 278
not one bit maybe a little
FLESH Mar 2020
It’s 9:00 exactly
I’m laying in bed
This haiku didn’t help much
9 pm
Feb 2020 · 239
FLESH Feb 2020
When I was younger
I knew I’d cry over nostalgia
When I got older
That certain songs would fill me with emptiness and a longing to sink my feet into
Which I once lived in the flesh
I’d experience moments and say I’ll remember this forever
All I have are the memories of promising I’ll remember
Not what I was really doing
Not what I was looking at in front of me who I was talking to about my pants or sharing a cigarette with
Just the feeling
Rushing through my body reminding myself that once day I’ll be old and won’t know this girl in front of me
But I hope she lives her life happy and that I made her night with my compliments and offerings of vices.
I remember the long hallways filled with people smoking and kissing till we had to go home
At 3 am to our friends houses with the chillest parents
I was such a little delinquent
And I loved to be out late in the middle of downtown laughing and walking sideways saying sorry I ******* can’t walk right ladies it’s just the way I am.
I was never a mean girl, just lived, loved to please my girls, make friends and tease boys
6:23 pm
Feb 2020 · 183
FLESH Feb 2020
Tom kha fish soup
It helps me feel better when I’m sick
The delivery place isn’t answering
Their calls
And I’m left here with a sore throat
Alone with nobody to chat with
Not even the Thai food receptionist lady.
Empty stomach
Grueling over this takeout menu
I cleaned my side table off
Ready for this soup
I’m just sitting here
With bad posture and thinking about writing
So I’m writing how I feel
About that **** good
Hot and spicy Tom kha
Jan 2020 · 433
FLESH Jan 2020
He’s obsessed with his need for my comfort
and there is nothing I can do to keep him from the vile hatred that comes with falling out of love with me.
will he help himself the way he promised every night we lay alone kissing tears off of each other. Will he still think of me and drown it in pills every night that he hopes the bitter taste of it will wash mine away from his tongue.
Jan 2020 · 90
FLESH Jan 2020
Obsession washes over me and I forget that this isn’t how people love one another. I want an instant release of hand holding and making it somewhere sketchy. I’m misunderstood and have abandoned many men who thought they loved me because I’m alone.
They didn’t, that’s ok. I do, that’s better.
12:42 am
Jan 2020 · 186
FLESH Jan 2020
You doubt that things will be okay without me
I’m okay
You’re not
You’re pulling me back harder than
When we were together.
11:37 pm
Jan 2020 · 290
FLESH Jan 2020
I’ll bite
Tell me you’re lying
Goodnight world
Jan 2020 · 79
FLESH Jan 2020
I lifted myself all that I could bare
Countless messes untouched
Behind more days left to live
And everybody bothered me
I decided to put some things away
Grasp information with my now empty palms
Talk more
I accepted time
I lost a dear friend
I will see him again one day.
I am easily bothered but that’s okay
Change is necessary
Not always expected,
But if it never happened nothing
Would exist.
I ******* miss Luke
And would give anything
******* anything to change the change
That occurred
But that’s not how change works.
I will continue and see this journey through.
I’ll think of you when I’m reminded that
You existed
And still exist somewhere in some
Funky *** form
You’re probably having so much fun
Living free roaming this earth in a strange body
You’ll have to learn to use.
But as long as im alive I will remember the body
That smoked kush with his friends and
Listened to strange music.
I love to live.
I love you, dear friend.
I wish I could’ve seen your graphic novel
Completed whole and filled with nothing
But utter creative complexity.
Long live axel and his world
created at the hands of a complicated boy
Who did everything to live free.
Thank you ghost boy.
Jan 2020 · 171
FLESH Jan 2020
I have this new light about me
It glistens
I listen
No single memory can stop me
From freeing my feet at night
And driving through my mindscape
Yet full of color and every
External Sense I could
Imagine to be true
So it must be something real
My images are projected senselessness
Rich and simultaneously void of
So touchable this
Ungraspable and malleable palpable void
Exhumes flavor.
I awake unmoved
Having been everywhere presented
I recall half of nothing
And each day goes by
Where I pass places I’ve been
Changed, structured beyond definition
I’ve been there once before
And it was not in this waking life
It’ll have this recognizable feel
Of Complete void demolished
Beyond my ability to comprehend anything
But what I know it to be
In a place where my feet haven’t touched
The ground
And I’m quietly obtaining ability
To create a world outside of my knowledge
Of what is true in
This waking state
I’ve been here once before, and it was different
My senses are not immune to the trickery
So I fall back
Into another dream
And wonder where I’ll go for the first time
That I’ll reunite with tomorrow
Only to find it’s honest form
And I won’t be able to help but smell the air I created just the night before.
11:19 pm
Jan 2020 · 161
FLESH Jan 2020
The stuff under my bed
It collects dust
But protected by monsters
1:59 pm
Jan 2020 · 73
FLESH Jan 2020
He was angry
presently moving backwards
He blamed the serpent wrung around his neck,
gripping right with every
direction he took.
I had the world in front of my eyes
forever present.
I showed him the people,
Who is now, who has been, yet
He only saw their necks wrung tight.
He showed me their eyes
all of them burning.
He said no present can release the grip of its past
I saw their serpents winking,
But they hid their smug expressions
from an angry man
And he did not believe me

So I showed him mine.
My eyes glazed over, and for just a moment
He saw that even
could suffocate on command
under the weight of a past
It was then that he saw my serpent wink

There’s nothing more vulnerable than an angry man
realizing he’s been tricked into dying
for his past.
1:57 pm
Dec 2019 · 265
blood women know
FLESH Dec 2019
blood woman knew
the music ticking
in her drunks mind
was softest
while visiting his mother
In confusion.
Total good is closer to sore
living and red gratitude
10:37 am
Dec 2019 · 235
A different vibration
FLESH Dec 2019
Life has been
over time

I have this raw drive, hot
from the yellow Sun,
and with feet still lazy
the Moon is pushing me
to run fast

Live enormously
Stop pleasing mean friends
Who reveal nothing sad
Their one lie is yet to be used up
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