writing turns pain into poetry.
something dark, cold and dreadful into beauty.
etched into the universe forever.

but,

when i'm happy,
when life is blissful,
when the rain feels euphoric
i become at a loss for words..
i go blank
the feeling of felicity is fleeting.
and is then forgotten.

life goes back to being blank and empty,
and the beauty of the moment that once existed,
is lost forever.

why do i bear my sadness like armour.
and let the happiness slip through my fingers.

Certainly, AI

isn't the future, it does not --


escape from what is.

why do i always have to fall in love with the people who will never love me

My hair is unruly,
I don't like my teeth.
I haven't seen my debit card
in three ******* weeks.

If I'm not early,
I'll be ******* late.
"Just be on time"—
my brain doesn't work that way.

I did three loads of laundry,
yet have four to fold.
I planned to make a salad
but the lettuce has mold.

The lettuce has mold?
The lettuce has mold.
I swear I just bought it,
I didn't think it was old.

What day is it?
Do you know the time?
I can't find my keys
but I'm thinking in rhymes.

Did you tell me the date?
I'm sorry—I forget.
I'm sure that you did.
I just haven’t remembered it yet.

A mile a minute
is how my mind goes.
Do you want to rearrange the living room?
Should we go to Lowe’s?

These boxes I found
haven’t been opened in ages.
I found an old journal
and sped through the pages.

I should throw it away
but I think I might keep it.
It’s treasured this way,
and no one learns my secrets.

I’m sorry I’m on a tangent,
did we have plans?
I’m sorry to abandon,
I live in my head man

I’ve got so much to do,
I couldn’t possibly go out.
Have you seen my bathroom?
I must clean the grout.

You can stay if you want,
in fact, I’d like that very much,
if you don’t mind my gibberish
and constant running amuck.

Aku mengikuti intuisi jiwaku intuisi jiwaku,
kemana masa depan membawaku?

sejenak kuberpikir kita hanya menari di bumi
ini hanya untuk sementara.
aku tahu impian ini cukup besar, maka
perkecil ekspetasi akan hal itu
tentang menjadi ayah yang baik
rumah yang luas dan nyaman,
kacamata coklat gagang yang patah,
itu tidak bertahan selamanya.

Aku keras seperti batu tebing, aku
melihat daun yang layu hingga mekar
mudah percaya dan naif tentang banyak hal,
banyak hal yang kutentang tetapi aku hanya diam dan lebih banyak mendengarkan.

dihantui perasaan kehilangan berlebihan
dan perasaan bersalah tentang banyak hal,
dan aku benci film romance
yang berkendara di tepi pantai,
anak kecil yang nakal,
berita hoax,
kedai kopi yang memutar lagu terlalu keras,
sate yang belum matang,
semut, dan wanita yang menari di tempat umum,
tabel - tabel membuatku bingung,
drama tentang pria ideal juga membuatku muak,
Netanyahu keparat dan pembunuh.

2025
reydmh