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ms hitt Apr 7
this is an itemized list of all my complaints because you just won't leave me alone
1. you keep disrespecting my personal space. seriously. just stay out of my bubble
2. you brag way to much. you keep inflating yourself to some god-like figure. be humble.
3. your hair is horrendous. bro. its like a weasel took a **** and then died on your face.
4. you don't listen to me. you keep interrupting me when i speak and its making me feel worthless.
5. you stalk me. it's creepy. you're always right behind me, even in the restrooms.
6. you don't do anything. when the night comes you don't walk me home you just run away.
7. you are a shadow. when i look in the mirror i see you but i hate you. i hate you so much.
8. you look just like me. when i try to hate you i just end up hating myself. i hate you.
9. leave me alone.
just stuck talking to a shadow
ms hitt Mar 18
it was all my fault
you didn't do anything wrong
I take the blame for everything
that went wrong

i'm sorry, i'm sorry,
too little too late there was nothing
nothing left to bury my head in
no shell to hide in

my little green armor
shattered to segments, serving no
purpose but to please. its making me
crazy.
ms hitt Mar 21
if big dog says die, we die.

big dog thinks for us, so that
we do not need to think for ourselves.

if big dog tells us to hate them
then we will hate them with all our might

if big dog tells us to praise him
then we will praise him like he's a god

if big dog tells us to be sacrificial lambs
them we will rip ourselves as ****** as the aztecs.

but if big dog is gone
who will think for us then?
ms hitt 16h
boat floated thru the harbor alone
as boat did not need a band-aid

boat set sail for far away alone
for boat did not need a map

boat paddled thru the ocean alone
as boat did not need a helper

boat sunk into the sea alone
for boat had holes, and did not know where to go.
horrible poem
ms hitt Mar 19
the strong should not give the weak
their powerful weapons and implements

correlation: can kindness cause casualties
corpses create chasms in consciousness
ms hitt Mar 24
if i am a serialized stream
of bytes and bits, bound
to my body by bones
can I move myself
to another machine?

can I change clients
fix my firmware
find a new place
to call home?

if I am bourne again
will I remember everything
that I had before?

would I still be me
or just a copy

ctrl-c, ctrl-v
zsh better
ms hitt Mar 20
can broken english
convey my broken heart
to you?
ms hitt Mar 20
chuck norris can save you
chuck norris can save me
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im stuck in a pit of my own grief
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im dangerously overweight!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! im slightly tired and home is still 2 block away!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

help! no one respects me!
no need to fear, chuck norris is here

what would happen
if chuck norris were
to disappear?

would anybody remain
to listen to me cry?

would anybody remain
to help me die?

would anybody remain
to make my life
a red carpet walk
straight to heaven?
sometimes, there needs to be problems
ms hitt Mar 26
i ******* love circles
ms hitt Mar 21
my personality
is cobbled together

its facets as numerous
as rocks in a wall

but a wall without a rock
would just crumble

my personality without a facet
would it crumble?
ms hitt Mar 18
the mistakes i make
are more than the amount
of seeds pomegranate
the count of pills
exceeding eleven
or was it elven

typos seep into pages
like pen ink in paper
a waterfall, a shower
not jentacular in itself
nor is it connect musing

sorry.
ms hitt 2d
when the world burns down
and the red wheelbarrow rusts away
when the sky starts falling again
and the heavens collapse

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the helios grows large
and venus starts getting chills
when mercury stops to take a breath
and when saturn turns a new leaf

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone

when the past comes back to bite
and the future staves away
when the clock starts ticking awry
and the digits dance around

leave me be
and let me rest
on my concrete pillow
and drift away alone
ms hitt Mar 27
we baked a **** ton of cookies
half of them tasted like ****

**** tastes like...
well, sweaty socks
ms hitt Mar 17
clinging to a wall like a cat to a tree, fear, fearing
bloodied and bruised, broken bones
breakneck, break my fall
fall-ing f a l l fall
please?

too tall a tower, this'll take a while, give me a minute
one slip equals one trip taken too long
to the early grave
I don't want to
leave this

caution causes calluses, cramps collisions, better
switch it up, go faster(don't be a *****)
run, run, running up a wall
like spiderman
himself

what if there's a oops, some confusion, a sudden stop
like a snowball tumbling, tumbli-n-g down
a hill. wait no wall, wall falling
break my fall
fall-i-n-g

help me, im falling is there no one else to hear me scream
scream, scream, scream into the air, scar desensitized
like the wisp waiting for the reset
hear me scream watch me
fall-i-n-g down

no safety net no friend or foe to catch me need be
just eat dirt eat floor, rocky road
he was gone she was gone
all whisked away
by a wall.
fall, fall, falling
ms hitt Mar 19
i am not here
i am standing over there
i am not visible
i am in plain sight
i am not existent
i am on the floor
i am not normal
i am empty
fly
ms hitt Mar 18
fly
how does a bird
without wings
fly?

can clipped wings
glide?

does a finless fish
fall deeper?

it doesn't.
ms hitt Mar 23
I am a human being
with a life and purpose
I shalln't be as fragile
as a vase

why should I be
forced to make this dream
come to a stop

I cleaned up, found god
so please let me stay
another day, another week
another decade
in this dream
Soylent green
ms hitt Mar 19
my ego is full of
empty promises and
broken dreams.

my id is full of
lustful desires and
pictures of you.

my superego is full of
regret of the things i've done and
regret of the things i haven't done
ms hitt Mar 17
whatifineverknoweventhoughitried
itwhatifitallfallsapartrightinfr­ontofme
icantcomprehendevenifitsexplained
righttomyfaceicantrecip­rocatemyfeel-
-ingsforyouitsjusttoohard FULL STOP.

receptorial, over and under again

whatifyoudontremembermeevenwith
allididimstillaspeckinyour­everlargereality
somymindisfilledwithyouonlyyou
onlythinkingofyou­andineverwant
toletyougokeepyouinside FULL STOP.

everlargerealityeverlargereality

doyoufeeltheseemotionssw­elling
upinsidecanyoutellwhatimthinking
orisitjustachainofthought­satrainofideas
garbledrunningatyoulikeadeer
caughtinatrucksheadli­ghtsbut DASH-

why why why cant i be why why why

whataboutallthesearbitraryideas
thatihaveibelongtoyouandyouo­nly
icantsaywhybutyourebeautifuliwant
youyouyouyouyouaremineminea­nd
mineforeverandevereverever FULL STOP.

brace for impact brace for impact

keepyouinsidesafeinsidewideawake
andalivewecouldstayliket­hisdoyoulikethis
orisitkindadifferentdoyouhave
adifferentopinioni­triedsohardso
staystaystaywhereyouareso FULL STOP.

dont go away please stay stay stay

whywhywhyitreatedyousowell
whywhywhyikeptyousafeinsidejustf­or
youyouyouaremineminemine
whywhywhyarethesethoughtsinsidemyhead­
getoutgetout get out. stay AND?

hatehatehate i hatehatehate

willthesepillsfixmeorwilltheybreak
mefillmewithregr­etneverknownevertried
likethepomegraniteseedstheygo
downmythroatt­houghtsthinking
ofthemomentyouleavemebut HOLD ON,

too late too late too late too late

isaitallsoemptythereisnothinglefttohold
ontotogetagripalsur­facesboundbybricks
slipperylikeaneelsoelvenpillsinicantfeel
memys­elfandijustthinkingof
youyouyouholdondont WAIT-

waitwaitwait, waitwaitwait

leavemealone, dont, leavemealone,
dont, leavemealone, dont,
leave me alone, dont, leave me alone dont
dont, dontdontstopstopstopstopnomore
nomorenomorestopstop DONT STOP…

awake, awake, awake, dont go away

nevergoneawaygoneawrylikeatrainoffitstracks
snapcracklepopt­hesecracksinreality
takemeoffthesedrugstheymakeme
nothingandanyth­ing, everythingelse
everythingandanythingbutnothing INSIDE

hey, hey, hey, dont run away

imbackagainsocomebackbacktomestay
staydontrunawaypleaseplea­se
stayyouaremyonlyifthereisnothingleft
butmethanaspeckisprettybi­gsodont
dontdontrunawayplease DASH-

great big speck great big speck

maybetheproblemismeimightneedto
stopandthinkthatmightmakem­enormal
normalnormaliwanttobenormaliwanttobe
like jack, like trevor, like whoamiwhoami
whatismynamewhoisthis BUT;

thisismethisismethisismethisisme

withoutmewhatismebutahusk­ofskin
veinsfilledwithadrenalinehaveimessedup
haveisinnednotimeto­repentgenerational
defectsinsanenotnormal, i want to be normal
stopandtakeabreath, this is FULL STOP.
i'm perfectly fine, I was watching a show where the main character was... a bit clingy, at the very least.
ms hitt Mar 19
he was sad
she cheered him up
and all was well
for now
ms hitt Mar 19
a conflict is a
disagreement
over something

am I conflicting
over something?

do I deserve the
respect I get from
everything else?

am I just a typo in
the song of the universe?

are my efforts in vain?

forgotten - the failure
of memory.

would that be me?
ms hitt Mar 20
do you love me?
that was a
rhetorical question.
the rhetoric

my logos
says that that
was a lie

my thymos
says that that
was the truth

my eros
says that that
I love you
ms hitt Mar 24
if my life was a movie
it would be classified as
slop

if my life was a game
it would be classified as
****

no significance, sure to
fall into a pit and disappear
stop

shouldn't slander myself
but I have no plot development
no future

so what should I do do I
continue to cry to the internet
throw me

a pity party please
my poetry isn't particularly
potent
ms hitt Mar 26
i cry
i cried
im crying
im drowning in tears
im bogged down by my own emotions
im being buried by buckets and buckets of dread and regret and gasping for air
ms hitt Apr 7
drag my feelings thru the garden
make it animal style, punk it
moo juice and hot top to fill me up
DELUXE! serve it with **** on a shingle
I'm nervous pudding, cat's eyes on me
rush it, put wheels on it, echo, echo

feel like Jaynes Mayfield, need a life preserver
and a cup of joe, let it swim on a raft
it's a wet mystery down there, i'm in the weeds
radio sandwiches and rabbit food, fill er' up
stress this stress that, echo, echo
i feel hungry
ms hitt 1d
a giant feels their smallness
standing next to a mountain
for the mountain hath stood
ages, growing and growing

a mouse feels their giantness
standing next a patch of sand
for the sand hath been worn
away from a giant mountain
ms hitt Apr 8
i was given everything i asked for
i had everything, so why was it a bore
to set my self on every stone i see
to leave a mark on everyone but me

why did i take the time to wonder
about the things already have
was this a mistake, another blunder
i made on my way to the grave

i was given a opportunity to give back
and i just ignored it and walked away
i could've done good, that is a fact
but i just hid away in my own bay
my first attempt at a rhyming free verse
ms hitt Mar 19
gag all the loose ends
prune the plotlines
distribute the plot armor
piece together the times
and places of everything

it's time for a happy ending
where everything comes to close
so celebrate before the show ends
there might me reruns or prequels
but know that the book has finished

it's a happy ending for all
everyone is smiling
you will never see them again
it's all over
this is the end.
the end.
ms hitt Mar 19
i weigh twenty-one
and three tenth grams
so why does moving
feel so heavy?

like a dog tied to a tree
all i can do is bark
but no one can
hear me scream

why am i trapped
in a suit of flesh
if i am destined
to leave it?
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring...
ms hitt Mar 19
nonbinary
who am i
ms hitt Mar 17
i exist
i have set myself in the floor
i have etched my existence into the air
i have opened a door, i have walked around
i have affected the people around me and made them smile

they cried
they said no and ignored me
they walked away when i came close
they did not open the door for me or said hello
they trampled over me and my feelings and made me cry
but who cares?
ms hitt Mar 21
you ask me to come
but you leave instead

what did I do to deserve this?
ms hitt 1d
"i am a little speck of insignificant nothing,"
said the little speck of insignificant nothing
and the little speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what could it do, being so insignificant and little?

"i am the great big speck of meaning and purpose,"
said the great big speck of meaning and purpose
and the great big speck decided to do nothing at all;
for what needed changing, were there not problems?
ms hitt 3d
On our Mother Earth, there lies a desert
a scab of sand set softly on its surface

On this here desert, there lies a tree
the sole survivor of its species

On this lonely, lurking tree, there lies a fruit
a message-in-a-bottle to no one in particular

On this rotting, hopeless fruit, there lies a fly
hoping to save sustenance and see another day

On this frantic, fuzzy fly, there lies a seed
a cry for help from the lonely, lurking tree

On this seed, there lies a thought and a wish
for someone to see
the lonely, lurking tree
ms hitt Mar 26
there are so many things
that i haven't done

please help me fill up
my bucket list
ms hitt Mar 16
am i i am mechanical man
have i i have mechanical man
what is is what mechanical man
is there there is mechanical man

mechanical man, mechanical man
hear me hear me mechanical man
mechanical melancholy marauders this man
mechanical emotions mock this man

this is is this mechanical man
see it it sees mechanical man
shoutout outshout mechanical man
Inside outside mechanical man

mechanical man, mechanical man
mechanical men, mechanical men
over and over, mechanical men
again and again, mechanical men

am i am i mechanical man
are we we are mechanical men
what is what is mechanical man
is there there is mechanical men

mechanical man, mechanical men
this is, is this mechanical men
we see, we see mechanical men
we are, we are mechanical men

nuts and bolts, mechanical man
am i, am i mechanical man
scarecrow, scarecrow, mechanical man
help me, help me mechanical man

mechanical man, mechanical man
need not heed not mechanical man
scarecrow, scarecrow, mechanical man
nuts and bolts make up this man

gone, gone, gone was the mechanical man
with his mechanical whims and his mechanical hymns
nuts and bolts made up this man, and
run, run, running was the mechanical man
and his mechanical friends followed the man
they asked, mechanical man, what do you see
scarecrows, scarecrows, working fields of green
their metallic hands that reap but never sow

tell me, tell me, mechanical man
are we are weall just cogs in a machine
scarecrows, scarecrows, said the man
a cog can jam, a wheel could break
we are but men, so live, live like a man
robots are but machines, doing things
over and over, over and over,
over and over, over and never again
over and over.
ms hitt Mar 25
I am mesmerized—
is this perfection?
A loop of wanting,
twisted in reflection.
I trace the edge,
but left—yet right,
a single surface,
no end in sight.

Knock on your door,
half-turned, half-true—
for your name, a breath,
but the path bends anew.
I needed to ask you,
but the strip’s sly twist
holds me here, unbroken,
in endless tryst.
ms hitt Mar 19
you ask me to move a mountain
as if I could

you ask me to move a boulder
as if I could

you ask me to move a rock
as if I could

you ask me to move a pebble
as if I could

you ask me to move a grain of sand
as if I could

as if I could
move a grain of sand

then I could
move a pebble

then I could
move a rock

then I could
move a boulder

then I could
move a mountain

and I cant move a mountain
today's poems revolve around sisyphean tasks
-- i have a big test today
ms hitt Mar 21
conflicts start
with incitement
so incite a conflict

no, don't start
a conflict, conflict
should be avoided

yes, that is correct
I am righteous,
an upstander to wrong

I am neutral, I am
at peace with myself
and my emotions
nyx
ms hitt Mar 19
nyx
stars like pimples
on the surface of your skin
bursting forth
galactic supernovas of mass

the sun and the moon
dancing in the center of your robes
your children mingling
the moirai, the apate, the ker

driving forth the universe
the pendulum of the clock
who are you, nyx
and why do you exist
ms hitt Apr 7
my pizza, crust as crunchy as cornflakes
cheese chosen to be chewed
why did you have to leave me
why did you have to marry the floor
and leave me pizza-less?

my pizza, why have you left me pondering
puzzled by your fall from my plate
ungracefulling plopping down
did you choose to marry the floor
and leave me pizza-less?

the sight of your fall
singed into my eyeballs
the smick-smack and smish
you made when you kissed the floor
has left my heart pizza-less.
late april fools
ms hitt Mar 18
when she died
he didn't cry
he didn't mourn
he just said
"one less"

one less what?
one less life to care for
one less mouth to feed
one less thing to do
one less distraction to manage

one less person to love
one less spot in heaven
one less mother
one less spouse
one less tear to shed
ms hitt Apr 8
[in c major]
if every-one could get what they want
then would the world be per-fect?
if every-one could have their way
then would the world be per-fect?

if every-one just stopped talking over each other
if every-one took a moment to listen
if every-one held hands and sung a song
if every-one could get together and get along

then would the world be per-fect?
or would it be a pause in the story
then would the world be per-fect?
or would it just go back to what it was

if every-one took the time to take a breath
if every-one took a look at each other
then would they realize that they are the same?
then would the world be per-fect?

if every-one set their differences aside
if every-one put their pride away
then would the world be perfect?
then would this be possible?
ms hitt Mar 18
my robot
wants to poke and ****
at the internet

please do not indulge him
hi elliot can you pls make an api? im developing a mobile app for on the go poem writing and adding a publishing ability would be nice
ms hitt 3d
The common advice is to look both ways before crossing the street.

John did not like to listen to the common advice. John knew he was different - he was special. God was looking out for him. No cars would run him over while he’s crossing the street.

Or so he thought. And indeed, a car ran him over while he was crossing the street. Now, John was floating up to the pearly gates.

“Let me in, God, for I have abided by your rules for my years on this earth.”
Today, God was not having it. This insolent child thought he was special and exceptional. “Child, you should learn your place before you join your brethren here.”  So John was sentenced to thumb-twiddling in purgatory until he learned how ordinary he was.

Purgatory was an old, dying room. Walls yellowing, bits peeling down like skin-tags. Around the walls were bright white Monobloc chairs, their curving bodies contrasting with the floor like fine china against rusted silverware. John took a seat on a chair and started twiddling his thumbs. What else was there to do except twiddle his thumbs? He was special, there was no need for him to change anything about himself. He was a role model. God was just filing out some paperwork to reserve for him a throne of riches in the heavens. All he needed to do was wait, wait for his number to be called.

God decided to see what John was doing. “Child, what are you doing?”

“Waiting,” John replied. “Waiting for you to give me my throne.”

“And why should I give you a throne?”

There was no reply, as this should have been obvious! Only an idiot wouldn’t realize how special John was.

And so John sat back down, twiddling his thumbs. He had nothing to change, God was just being stubborn. He was jealous. Yes, God was just jealous about how special he was. Now he just needed to wait out God’s hissy fit. So he sat down on his ordinary, mass-produced Monobloc chair. (John knew that he was not ordinary, nor was he mass-produced.)

God decided to see what John was doing, again. “Child, what are you doing now?”

“Waiting,” John replied. “Waiting for you to realize how much more special I am.”

“And why are you so special?”

John didn’t have an answer, but he knew that he was special. Right?

So John sat back down and started twiddling his thumbs. Why was he so special? John pondered this question for such a long time that God decided to give John something to do. He snapped his divine fingers, and all of a sudden, a mirror appeared opposite John’s Monobloc chair. “If you really are so perfect, go look in the mirror and see how perfect you really are,” boomed God’s godly voice.

So John looked in the mirror and was stunned by his own beauty, like Narcissus before him. He was as pretty as a daffodil, and he knew that he was very, very special. Very special indeed.
the botanical name of daffodils is Narcissus
ms hitt Mar 19
why should i learn how to push
if I don't even know how to pull

why should I run
if I cant even stand
on my own two feet

why see
if I cant
feel this

why should I exist
if I cant even think
thoughts for myself

why should i learn how to pull
if I don't even know how to push
One must imagine Sisyphus happy
ms hitt Mar 20
the road in was mean
with its winding and
slithering silhouette
like the tail of the
hundred-year-old rat

a forgotten fortress
witness of warring
standing on its last legs
the moss fuzzing over
the walls like a disease

the empty throne sitting
in its grand red robes, is it
stained with dye, or blood?
only the long-dead king or
the hundred-year-old rat knows.

in the hole by the throne
there lives a rat. the one
hundred-year-old rat that
has seen conquest and contest
succeed and succession

and when the one
hundred-year-old rat
comes to pass on
no one will know what
has happened here.
it's an acrostic in meaning
ms hitt Mar 18
this is a memo, memoir
a memory of things right
before the big change
is there anything that needs changing
is there a flaw that you dislike
is there a imperfection
a defect that needs fixing

I need to make myself perfect
so that I can match you
this is a request for comments
is there a shortcoming that needs deleting
is there a fault forgotten
fix me, fix me forge me again
this is the foundation for a new form
go make a new disaster
ms hitt Mar 20
serene - the water-surface
smooth as a silken sheet
seven shamrocks spectate
the shoreline.

only minute ripples, like
brazen bumps, built like
a beat to a song, rhythm
a rhyme wrought 'round.

the color resembling a
pale rose-white coat
laid on a bed of lush
green brushes and tree.

the pier provides a
picturesque photo-spot
its reflection as deep
as the hole in my head.

by the row-boat, there rests
a singular rubber duck
as yellow as the sun
on a sweltering day

as the cicadas chirp the
buzz of the critters and
animal-things and the
woosh of the wind.
come visit sometime
ms hitt Mar 26
the clock-men pushed the clock-hand
heading the passage of time
the clock-men needed no time for rest
for they were
the rest.

if they were
to rest
the clock would stop ticking on and on
and time would come to a stop
and the clock-men would no longer be
the ruler of everything in the end
marvin's marvelous mechanical museum
was a pretty good album
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