mistakes make us
human
and as
i
make the same
ones
over
and
over
i
no longer
see mistakes
i see an unalienable personality
that i can never give up
im trying
to climb a mountain
that goes on interminably

don't worry the end is near
all i need to do is stop climbing
and fall...

I live a life of hypocrisy;
Contradicting words with acts.
There is no guilt, though.
I assure you of that.
Because I deny words already
Rejected by reality.

I utter lies that I myself partly distrust.
My speech, a suicidal prophecy,
A contradiction of self-harm.
I talk of talking, yet never really talk at all.

I do not lie as a cold shelter,
For I truly believe what I say,
Even if my belief wavers.
I lie to render it true.
It is mere coincidence that my honest
Lies blanket me with ice.
It is cold yet warm; an uncomfortable contradiction
Reflective of my perpetual discomfort
Because difference disturbs,
And discomfort is being.

I stay silent in pain
From harm which is ideological.
My body does not react
To the turmoil of the mind
Until it does,
And it acts.
It acts as it can't, but can.
It defies rules before they can be realised.

And so I talk about how I cannot,
And while I lament my inability,
I talk.

i kissed a girl
and i liked it.
no, i'm not weird.
i refuse to conform
or for you to label
me as inferior
for following my
heart.

i am not
some trophy
or prize to be
showcased
to inflate
your ego.

i am a human being
**** it.
and i demand to
be heard.

i don't always
cross my legs
when i sit.

i don't always shave
because i am a mammal
and mammals have hair
and that's okay

if i'm being honest
i'm tired of the sterotypes
of who you want me to be.

so i'm gonna be me.
like it or not,

i'm a human being
and i demand to be heard.

You are the repulsive maggot tunneling and consuming through a festering corpse.

Your emotions, mean nothing.
Your opinions and ideologies, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You are the leech that greedily latches on to others. Hastily ripped from the host and flung to the dirt where you belong.

Your actions, mean nothing.
Your experiences, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You have nothing.

One day the time will come that you will become the festering corpse that will breed more maggots into the world.

Wasting away until you are nothing but a stain where your body once was.

Forgotten.

come for the poetry,
stay for the likes
I keep hitting refresh,
because something's not right

I see quotes and platitudes
on the front page
with a shitload of likes
and it fills me with rage

I can count all the likes
my work gets on one hand
and it took me an hour,
I don't understand

while some wipe their *****
some streaks on a page
and that **** starts to trend
becomes all of the rage

come for the poetry,
stay for the likes
I'm seriously thinking
of going on strike

I long for the puppy love days. Being on the phone for hours days . Being open. Being free. Being me.

Now all I'm left with is swiping through the phone, left, left, left, maybe Right? Ding ding. It's a match. Now the story begins.. or does it?

With anticipation, we wrestle with who should text first? Should I wait? What if he doesn't text? Should I just give up? Ugh the frustration.

We begin texting. A little small talk here, a little small talk there. The conversation is dying. We can't be open. No not yet. It's too soon. Right? So we go back into our shells, swiping left and right until we hit the next match.

Long are the days of puppy love. Will I ever feel you again?