#51
What if I showed you all the poems I wrote
Would you taste the asphalt
I felt
As I sat and scribed
Would you see the graffiti
The street signs, city life
Would it mean anything
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
Fifty-one lines exactly,
Counted on my arm,
As always.
Kind of ironic,
Since I was clean.
For fifty-fucking-one days.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
And I'm here again,
Standing alone in the hallway.
Is my company not enough for you?
Are my laughs not pure enough for you?
Am I worthless to you when I'm alone?
Do I not fulfill your expectations?
Can you please tell me what's going on?
I'll feel alone with a reason.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
*The government has it's secrets
And so do I
We all are deep and in depth creatures
Capable of living both very public
And yet very private lives
And yet every once and awhile in time
I'm astounded by what is that I find
In my own life
That I've been trying and far more confident
In the standards which I set for myself
And now that I'm there without sense of self
I no longer wish nor want to comply*
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
i'm so ******* tired of writing about you
miserere mei deus
i'm sick of all these ******* dreams
secundum magnam misericordiam tuam
i'm fed up with the sleepless nights
et secundum multitudinem
the daylight hauntings
miserationum tuarum
the midnight ******* tears
dele iniquitatem meam
i hate that flutter in my gut that i only feel when i think of you
miserere mei deus
i hate that my heart rises in my throat only when i hear you laugh
secundum magnam misericordiam tuam
i hate that i love you
et secundum multitudinem
i hate that i love you
miserationum tuarum
i hate that i love you
dele iniquitatem meam
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC