#anyway
i would like to see the girl
in more than a certain shade of red
she is sure to paint herself in
i dream to show her the world in blue
and green and grey and pink
and the sunset. to show her
a picture of herself my insinuation
of un-ownership
but beautiful.
i love you?
i would like to tell the Milky Way
your name.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
I am that little destroy toy.
Anya Anyway.
I am a little annoy boy.
Stuck in heavy discomfort all day.
When you scroll down, do you like anything?
When you get down, you do miss something?
Anyway.
Fighting, rushing.
Tightening feeling.
Do you want to be seen?
To be happy?
Cause you're learning so much more in the dark night scene!
Now you're ******
Destroy toy.
Filthy.
Rotten.
Skum.
Absolutely ******
I am a little destroy toy.
Anya anyway.
You are a little annoy boy.
Underneath you are so miserable everyday.
When you come up with this nonsense to cover your misery.
I'd like to cover it with mistery.
But I'm angry too often.
And you're kind.
So never mind.
Anyway...
Let's learn in the dark night scene.
And come completely clean, what is it that you really mean?
I am that little destroy toy.
Anya Anyway.
I am a little annoy boy.
Stuck in heavy discomfort all day.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
Maybe this isn't a poem so much as it is a letter. Not that it's anything new since once upon a time I wrote you a book. I only looked you up because I've been watching a show that has a big display of your type of crazy. It made me think of us for the first time in a very long time. I hate most of the things about you. The way you talk. The things you like. I hate your music, and for the sake of rhyming I hate your stupid ******* bike. I don't know what it was that kept me around for so long. I guess more than anything it was chemistry, not details that drew me in. The great *** I don't know anymore I haven't thought about it in so long.
Moral of the story is I looked you up today. You've got a new girlfriend and for a second I was jealous. She's not as pretty as I am. Maybe she loves you more; or maybe just for real. All I know is I'm glad we're not together, since I missed you for the first time in years just tonight. There was nothing for me in you. Bye now.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 2:58 AM UTC
He doesn't want you, he's got someone new
He doesn't love you, he loves someone new
He doesn't need you, he's has someone new
He doesn't want you.
But that doesn't mean no one else does
He doesn't want you but another will
He doesn't love you but another will
He doesn't need you but another will
He'll go away but another will stay
he doesn't deserve you anyway
He doesn't.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Always pretend that you are alone
That way
When everything falls apart
. . . It's like nothing has changed . . .
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
am so,
alone.
i need a friend.
i want to talk to my friend
no.
Why?
you'll be a burden, she's busy.
she's got more important things to do.
then..who do i talk to?
me.
but, you're me.
I,
am so,
alone.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
As you flick the wand, one more time
Again in a 360 rotation, around,
From wall to door
Her lean torso serpentine coils, her mind cocked to spin
Memories she hasn’t felt since ancestors past
Nor this hunger for the hunt
Crouched low against the carpet fibers
Peeking through the lattice squares
The gaze, the stare, the pause
Of the dining chairs
The hunch, the pounce, the ****
The finishing blow.
Grace and ferocity beyond what even Discovery could say
It’s all a game, illusion:
To catch is to win, but to catch will end the game
To chase is to win the excitement, but to lose?
But, ah, all is but frustrated
To lose, is the essence of the game
Chasing quantum excitations
Like that chance for a mouthful of pride
In pursuit
But a ghast, fleet of foot myth
She says in the semaphores of her midair leap
With delusions comes laughter,
I am the uninhibited one
Dancing for beasts.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Farewell, to my voice wich vanished beneath the echo of those mountains, disappearing in the far distant, out of reach
The summer sun burns through my skin, lightens up this cold heart of mine for the first ime in a very long time, but even this won't last,
Yet I have no reason to be sad, this agony is bittersweet you see,
Constant change around me, without me changing one bit, it is as if I have become stuck in some kind of loop, unable to ever advance,
What does the future hold for one who has given in to this madness?
Farewell, to all the flowers which were blooming majestically this summer, now withering over to the merciless, drought like heat,
The greensleeves of nature are to already become colourful,
Farewell to all the warmth you have given me before you slipped away into the sea of time, moving on without thinking twice,
When the lullaby of a vampire is sung it'll be time to shut my eyes,
Because then I can be sure that I don't want tomorrow to come,
Farewell to the times we were friends conveying about silly things,
Now everyone can rejoice, once my voice is gone,
Farewell, left behind, I can no longer even cry
~Umi
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Writing for the sake of pen and paper
Driven by the a page break or two
I'll beat these margins until they're ******
Purple, red, and blue
Sticky bulges of ink oozing and raw
And by the wake of my next page
I would have hungered for more
Chasing full stops is a daily pleasure
If emptying ink, its only just so a page can be filled
But to fill this page, there wouldn't be enough paper in the world
What is the point of all my scribbles
If only just to package up tiny pieces of reality
Points of view crawling like baby turtles
Fashioned into pieces of paper that will eventually die before reaching the sea
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Let me sell you a story.
A lie
that my hollow life could live in.
A home that can be changed to my need.
A reality that never exists,
but is as real as
the stories,
the lives
that we avoided by one choice.
Let me sell you a story,
let me sell you my dreams.
I have no need for them anyway.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
People can often be illogical
Self Centered
Unreasonable
And occasionally intolerable
It didn’t faze you in any deadly way
Maybe it took a sharp turn
from horse to foul play
But like my ******* dad used to say
"you still breathin?
well **** **** it up, you'll be okay."
If your heart’s in the right place
You’re “two-faced” or just “too nice”
“A push-over”
Keep that good **** running like an NBA replay
If you’re authentic
You’ll be “blunt”
“Too direct” “Rude”
Those are just ignorant cliches
Stay voracious
Do not fade away
If you’re blossoming
Stay Blooming
When you’re noteworthy
Don’t expect only good notes
Keep grooving to your heart’s beat though
Because that's morse code live from your soul
You gotta stay rare
Before common conformity becomes
Communistic crowd control
We crave that unparalleled extraordinary
In any sort of way
We need sui generis runaways that set the leeway
we need the leap days
and occasionally risque soirées
and baseball’s ritualistic ***** plays
So society won’t run too astray
Just like the Nutcracker needs ballet
Like grey Monday needs
Friday night’s jet-black lingerie
like Nirvana needs Kurt Cobain
We need those bows after the rain
Jealousy will be profound
When you find a way to smile
don’t trip though because on Cloud 9 it’s too intoxicating
To hear any words on the ground
When you synthesize something
That feeds your soul
That’s enchanting to you
Stay with that sensational complacency
You earned it
Besides
It wasn't about them anyway
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
I'm not describing anything
Any differently, anyway
I'm not that kind of poet.
I'm not providing anything new for you
Just another way
To feel okay.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
Why don't you talk more?
well... you see i-i
You're so quiet, you probably hate everyone.
no actually, i prefer to observe due to my crippling anxiety but-
You're getting so red, calm down!!
i'm trying to, but I'm having trouble catching my breath...
I always used to think you were a ***** but you're actually really nice!
thanks...I think?
So, do you wanna hang out this weekend?
sure let me just check with my mom
You ready to go?
uh actually my mom needs me at home, I'm so sorry!
Hey, we haven't talked in forever we need to hang soon.
yeah let me know when
TBH we used to be close, but idk what happened...
yeah, I really miss you :(
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
i long for the day
when i actually have to tell someone, "go away"
i yearn to say
"leave me alone" but they stay with me anyway
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Hip Horray, it's Valentinesday
so you can find me in my room all day
locked up with bottles of ***** and beer
not going out since I know what awaits me out there
Couples walking hand in hand
Both with empty wallets, mostly the man's
whose reward will await him later tonight
If his girl decides that it's only right
to give him something, which he surely will like....
Anyway I don't really care
since I'm busy drinking ***** and beer
I'll probably be sleeping soon
and if i'm lucky then
I won't wake up before noon.
Hopefully this Valentinesday
will be over soon
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
Your eyes
So deadly in the night
Rip the seems of my mouth apart
Oh and sugary kisses have long since turned bitter
Papery touches never leave traces
But words are echoed deep in my skin
Can't you hear
The echoes of our love songs
Spinning round and round
Thinking we could've turned it all around
Your laugh
I can still hear in my dreams
Tensing my muscles
There is no right way to find a distraction
What a cursed fatal attraction
Papery touches never leave traces
But words are echoed deep in my skin
Can't you hear
The echoes of our love songs
Spinning round and round
Thinking we could've turned it all around
When I'm ready I'll say it
God I beg you don't make it think it
Overturned and done
But I can still see through the page
The traces of our bygone age
Light touches deep cuts
Sweet kisses numb hugs
No easy way to find a distraction
What an unfortunate fatal attraction
Papery touches never leave traces
But words are echoed deep in my skin
Can't you hear
The echoes of our love songs
Spinning round and round
Thinking we could've turned it all around
Round and round
Round and round
Round turn it all around
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
he's the kind of *******
that tells you you're not special
without actually telling you
because he gives everybody
his 'fuck me' eyes
but you wouldn't want
to ever be special for him, anyway
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
He was like
A Ferris wheel
Always spinning
On the same path
The kind of person
You never meet just once
But once
And then twice
And thrice and so on
We weren't meant
to be lovers
Perhaps we were meant
to be friends
But friends become
lovers
And lovers become
"Just friends"
But "just friends" become strangers
And strangers roam the world
She takes the right road
And he takes the left road
But the world is round
And he is a Ferris wheel
The kind of person
You never meet
Just once
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
If conquering my fears means feeling the fear, and doing it anyway, then I have always been halfway there;
I’ve been stuck feeling the fear for all these years, and now it’s time to do it anyway.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
I hate my body
I walk five miles with my dog so that I can feel
confident one day, to walk out in a bikini and NOT have the urge to run and hide.
To look at myself in the mirror without judging
what needs to be changed
quit telling myself that I have to be in love to be loved
And for once, I could throw on a outfit and not change forty different times
I stretch, walk, push, lift
working on it
So that I can have the courage to take a picture of myself without editing or changing it,
And actually keeping it
Instead of throwing it away
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I ate a man once .
First I caught him by the eyes ,
Plucked those souls out and called em mine .
Why ?
Cause surprise ,
There was me reflected back in perfect symmetry
Pawing him
Back and forth
Called him closer and
Swatted him up .
Nibbled the fingers who reached to stroke my mane .
But **** ,
This prey loved pleasure and pain .
All I did was dpi and sway and stalk
Purring the sweetest talk
He learned the rules
Only watch
So I could gaze
At my shaking prey ;
As he swear and want .
I licked my canines
Wiggling in secret heat
At all the desire done by little ole me .
Then I pounced
Took him down
Cracked open his chest
And cleaned him out
Plucked out those electric strings
Cause under was the sweetest meat .
It beat .
Slightly torn
I bit , bitter sweet .
To my stomach it sank
Growling as it turned to stone .
Heavy lead , love , & bone .
Gasping as it poisoned as
His souls shone/shown
I made it run in his
Every vein
With my deadly game of
Pleasure and pain .
As he slipped away ,
His weakness kept at bay .
With a smile .
Every ******* day . ™
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I just don't understand why you seem mad when I'm sad
What the **** did I do?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Saying your name tastes like the bitter liquid Of *****
burning my throat but pleasing my insides.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Loving you was
the most
exquisite form
of self
destruction
but I did it
I did it anyway
I wanted to reach
and touch
the flame
to bite
the fruit
to see
to hurt
and I wanted you to fix it
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC