Easily offended, easily defined
Its so hard to keep time,
When the metronome's a spine

I am a freeloader
I am a sack of meat
I am a paper cut
I am a lonely fish
I am a scratch-less compact disc
I am a broken ****
I am a string-less guitar
I am discovering
I am jealousy and rage
I am wrapping paper
I am a toilet bowl
I am a little black book
I am a ****** band
I am unenthused
I am not you
I am a heart on a stick
I am ten toes and a back ache
I am a **** tattoo
I am a bottle of glue
I am so bored
I am not worthy
I am so long and good night

To do:
write poems on her skin
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I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the world
I got a smoothie and a girl
on my lap, can’t breathe out my nose
and I don’t want to change my clothes

I’m a stupid *******,
but don’t get hit
by cars on purpose

trying to get to bed on time has me up all night

Its not mine, I didn’t make it
So much time, I didn’t take it
I’m lost and i had to eat my map
You’re the boss, and if I- if I snap,
hold my hand, then take me back
got my head inside this sack

I looked at the clock and felt present in what it showed me
I was alive at 3:10 am
Still alive at 3:11

So self aware it hurts

I know nothing
and I’m older now
I’m a pebble
in a boulder town

“You better hurry up, you’ll miss the sacrifice”

Wrinkles in my brains

slack jawed in a puddle,
my tongue hurts from making you melt.
claw marks in my arm,
you’re certain I’m here for your pelt.

killing myself with a string,
telling the truth with some bugs.
the loose teeth are rotten, not ripe,
I inch around like a slug.

Handle a snake, you will feel the misunderstanding

Sitcom sadness

Neither of us could say a word

My eyes close one at a time

In the morning, I stared at the sun

I’m too young for this ****

Naming songs after washed up celebrities

A child forming memories

Listening to the explanation of a curse word

A black metal millionaire

I can’t bring myself to get out of these clothes

I put metal in the microwave

and I knew it was wrong