Let's talk animals I don't know if you'll agree but since I'm doing nothing I'll write some lines about these. Aren't sloths the best for some reason? I can never get over those guys, looking fancy, always in slow motion, the cute smile gets me everytime.
As a kid I could spend all afternoon staring at their cage, moving just as much as they did.
Quite simply I don’t care lingering here I stay, not listening watching the world fall I wear apathy nicely it hangs right upon shoulders and let the day build up piling up around me enjoy a cigarette as I watch everything decay
So you sate your inadequacies With excuses and those poems And you pretend that tomorrow you will be better But you are unstirring from your heart And the stagnant puddle you call your life It is your air, what once was bitter
Complacence takes hold and you watch That view from the window forever the same Sunsets and seasons blurring in the horizon One more hour, another sleepless night An unfinished day and muted uneasiness Is this apathy the only thing you rely on?
“Life drains my enthusiasm away bit by bit” You complain, and to refuse reality You firmly repeat it like a charm But you know, one heartbeat away One step further from where you fell last Will crash into your illusion of calm
Numb your conscience with art Devour everyone else’s talent And take nothing but tears from their story Leave truths to dent your steel façade Yet bury yourself in denial Safe, shielded, in your delusional glory
Bleeding heart, battering in its cage Its screams drowned under ****** veins It’s scary silent, your shell You’ve locked down hard Your defences caked with dreamland dirt Too sturdy for reality to fell
Search like a madman for something To ease the voice of discomfort Try to bind it to a letter And so you sate your inadequacies With excuses and this poem And swear that tomorrow you will be better.
I wear too many long sleeves, and my eyes are just red from allergies. I’m always somewhat full even though the weight keeps dropping and my stomach protests. I was going to stay in anyways and that beer was just for the chili. The weird smell in the air is just from the neighbors. It’s just water in my bottle and that rattle was just from some bath salts. I use those lighters just for work, yes, I was just on the phone with my boss. The music is loud just for the ambiance. My face is just puffy in the mornings and I was up late last night just playing some games. Those fans are just because it’s hot up here and that bag has just pens in it.
January 11, 2019: I want to keep this one simple. Sloth is so easy and simple.
Why would any man wish to carry ambition? Motivation? Drive? When he can come lay here by my side. And only worry about the falling leaves from the trees outside. He can hide under the covers, and be as warm as he likes. Don't worry about the future, don't worry about the past, don't worry about the present. Just Lie here and rest. Rest, and dream, dream about all your life could have been. Dream about the ideal life, and live in it. All without the work. Isn't it better? Up in your head? aren't your dreams living better? Lets live together. In your head.
eating fast food as I watch you wear your old Hawaiian t shirt you adopted from the bottom of a bin at the local thrift shop because everything has always been comfort over style and you can't change now a fry falls onto the lap of my thighs and you ask me when the last time was I used my kitchen floor for dancing instead of pacing around but my mind falls short into the drops of condensation sweating into a couch that I hate sometimes and admire for the sturdy way it always manages to **** up my back I'm already what I want to be but I pretend that I throw around my identity like a knick-knack hacky sack and I'll always blame you for the aftershock effect of feeling like I've been spun in a tumbler and left to be drunk by the gnats you breed by never throwing old fruit away
a poem about laziness and the unbearable heat of july