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Yoh Esters Jun 6
๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž๐Ÿฆ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“, ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ‘„. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐†๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿท. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐Ÿ’ฐ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’น๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿฆฅ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘’๐“‡๐“Š๐“…๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐–๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐กโšก. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐„๐ง๐ฏ๐ฒ๐Ÿ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ' ๐’ท๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ.

๐“•๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท.
Left To Rot Jun 6
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.
rig Jan 23
i know not the love of me
i scarcely feed myself full
i leash desires to ashes
i tremble when still for long
i blindly accept defeats
i am never hot of mind
i want no more than little
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Quite simply
I donโ€™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
apurupa Apr 2020
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?

โ€œLife drains my enthusiasm away bit by bitโ€
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 elseโ€™s talent
And take nothing but tears from their story
Leave truths to dent your steel faรงade
Yet bury yourself in denial
Safe, shielded, in your delusional glory

Bleeding heart, battering in its cage
Its screams drowned under ****** veins
Itโ€™s scary silent, your shell
Youโ€™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.
DeVaughn Station Mar 2020
I wear too many long sleeves,
and my eyes are just red from allergies.
Iโ€™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.
Itโ€™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 itโ€™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.
Hannah Nov 2019
O timeless sloth, I must with thee abide,
Let it be not to my own destruction.
Another life from me thou must divide,
Say to me tโ€™was of mine own instruction!

I cling desperately to thine branches
I must weather the slings and arrows of
Most untimely sharp commands, and blanches
At my staunch resoluteness thereof.

Cease! Cease! See not the moss amongst my hairs,
Nor my talon-like nails, still, motionless.
Judge not, entwined as thou art in bland affairs
In your gray monuments to boastfulness

For nothing is equal to nothing.
To mime futile work is all but bluffing.
Today I wrote my first ever sonnet while procrastinating :))
Gale L Mccoy Sep 2019
how to i remove the topper
stomped on top of my head
why do i see through
lime stained goggles
no amount of elbow grease
unscrews the top
nor clears the glass

when were these
peanut butter walls built
the thoughts like gnats and flies
pile in layers to the wall
clear away one and
another grows grotesque
like an apartment
paired with depression

all i want is a clean slate
to build a new
Dayna Aug 2019
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.
blushing prince Jul 2019
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
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