#arent
Roses aren't always red
Violets are not blue
Only in my head may I hold you.
- Jay M
July 2nd, 2020
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
"48% nerd
27% band geek
15% broseph
6% grandpa
4% lesbian"
"That's some odd stuff man.
I usually just look up 'Blondes."
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
Ready for a new life
A whole school
Of three hundred smiles
Hopefully, the autumn breeze
Will take me where
I need to be
My blacked out eyes
Will yours meet mine
On the very first day
Or will the current
Rip me away
I want to be grounded
I need to be strong
But something's eating
Up my insides
Telling me I've been gone
For far too long
I can't make up
For the wasted days
Rotting away
Behind reinforced glass
Wishing that today
Might be my last
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
You know,
Maybe,
It’s just me but I guess I just find it
Funny
That people say it’s girls who have loose lips
When the boys at this table have mouths
Like open caves
With stalagmite teeth
Bats come flying out
I guess,
Maybe,
It’s just my magic trick,
The way I become invisible
When the boys
Sit down for dinner
And they open up their backpacks
And their gym bags
And pull out butcher knives
That shine like brand new quarters
In the cafeteria fluorescents
I’m not sure,
But maybe
The churning of my stomach
Is a sign
That there’s sharks
In these waters
I feel my wet socks in my wet shoes as I jiggle my knee
And watch the boys
With their knives
Start chopping up girls on the plastic top table
They cut slices off of Julia
and Megan
And Kara
and lob them across the table
to their friends
Just Like the men at
Pike Place Fish Market
Fling whole salmon
Into each other’s gloved hands
I saw them do it
When I went to Seattle once.
I feel water climbing up my legs.
I see a shark fin.
Did I blush red?
Maybe,
When the boy next to me catches
Katie’s legs
In his calloused hands
And laughs a laugh that sounds like
An out of tune violin
They’re all laughing now,
Like car horns and fire alarms
Laughing about
Katie’s legs
And Kara’s ***
And Megan’s hips
And Julia’s ****
It’s the ugliest orchestra I’ve ever heard
And perhaps,
Maybe,
I’m the only one who’s noticed,
But we’re not in the cafeteria anymore
We’re right there
In that room
In that bed
In that moment
With
JuliaMeganKaraKatie
And I don’t want to be there.
And I know,
For sure,
No maybes,
That If JuliaMeganKaraKatie knew
We were all here too
In her room
In her bed
In her
That she’d cry enough saltwater
To flood the whole earth
And wash it clean.
We leave the table
Bones on the floor
Shark boys clean their teeth with toothpicks
My clothes are soaked
All the way up to my neck.
-I never go in the ocean, I’ve seen the sharks when they frenzy.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
It may seem like you are lonely,
but you aren't.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
I never loved you
You held my hand, called me baby
almost made me feel and do things
but I never loved you
I never said I loved you too
despite you saying it over and over
you gave me a home, presents.... you.
it didn't make me love you.
But you were mean, didn't fear God, or trust me
cared less for what I wanted or preferred.
so I couldn't love you.
Yet, I feel mean, for not loving you.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
It’s April, and I
have everyone fooled,
that my passion is gone,
the fire has cooled
that my eyes don’t expand,
when see you around
that my thoughts stay intact
when you’re there.
that my mouth says its words
not for you anymore,
and my heart as gone back
to its beat from before.
that I’m angry at you,
but i don’t know for what
that I’m more independent,
and happier,
but-
the new “him” in my poems
doesn’t shatter my ground
I’ve forgotten the meaning
of how to astound-
of how to surprise,
or be fearful of loss
of the things that are mine
and the things that you toss
but everything's fine
and you’re nothing divine
and it’s april,
and I am a fool
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
I ******* miss you.
There. I said it.
I hope you're happy to know,
if you came back,
I'd pick things right up where you left it.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
YOU ARE:
melodrama.
sunsets on mountains and poetic weekends.
“if you write about me, i will blush when you read it.”
playing my guitar.
playing with my hair.
playing with me.
“do you want to get something to eat?”
“are you tired?”
“let me in."
holding me down, in the best possible way.
approved by my mom.
poetic texts and the reason i’ve been clutching my phone.
too good to me.
YOU ARE NOT:
what you appear to be, you are so much more.
what i expected.
disappointing.
sure about where this is going, neither am i.
a manic decision, although you may seem like it now.
alone.
mine.
mine.
mine.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
A dash of dust
Unwilling to settle
Coats the pink insides
Of my lungs
As the butterflies
In my stomach
Scream,
They want to get out and I don't know how to let them out anymore
Because I threw away the key
Thinking it was tarnished and needed polishing
But really the only thing
That could polish a rusty key
Is to keep it in the door,
The door I so foolish locked
And slammed shut
Without so much as saying goodbye.
And now here I sit,
Dazed and confused
By the flash of my fingers
No longer taunted by inhibitions,
Trying to scream the butterflies cries,
For their wings so same
Are cutting me up on the inside
Like no butterflies before.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
I'm the anarchist judging all those hypocrites
You're the hypocrite judging all those anarchists
There is a thin line between guys like you and I
We share a...Similar scene, though
Filled with...Sin-ful Misfits.
Clean cut suits, or ripped jeans
Baby, it doesn't matter to me...
No time to flatter, its time for the crime
Of justifiable homicide.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I wonder if
Teachers ever realize
That some of
The students sitting
In their class
Have serious
Mental Illnesses
And are collapsing
Under pressure they
Put on them.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
The stars don't shine as bright
When you aren't around
My mind thinks to much
When you aren't around
My heart aches more
When you aren't around
Worst of all
The stars don't shine as bright
When you aren't around
I wish I could be
Who I think you need
She just isn't me
I can leave
If you don't go with me
Everything hurts
When you aren't around
Everything is worse
When you aren't around
The stars don't shine as bright
When you aren't around
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Poppies blossom like open cuts.
Ripe and red, they fill the air
With a cloying sweetness
So potent anyone downwind
Must shut their eyes and breathe
Through open mouths. Tasting
The breath of flowers, they grow
Nauseous and afraid.
The fields sway in the hot breeze
Until they resemble an ocean aflame -
It is here, among these poppies, I have
Found the blood of the Earth.
It is moist and toxic, an acid eating away the soles
Of all that wade through it.
How many gaunt, pale bundles of bone
Rest below these soft, red petals?
No one dares to count.
People do not fear such
Lovely things - if they’ve only seen
Pictures. How nice it must be
To know nothing of poppies
But their color, their shape.
They seem almost beautiful -
But you know better.
You have stood waist deep in the
Malignant fields, breathing the air
That slowed your limbs -
Turning your arms and legs into pendulums
Swaying to the beat of the buds
That encircle them -
Until you knelt, weighed down,
Nearly submerged by saccharine terrors,
And cried, hoping the water leaking from your heart
Would put out the fires you find yourself embracing.
After all, during the darker hours
Any light is better than no light at all
(Or so something whispers in your tired ear).
You know the horror of poppies -
But still you have yet to plunge
Past the black eyes of those red beasts -
For when the wind blows clean, cold
Air to you what do you do?
You raise your arms and let yourself
Feel as though you can fly -
And one day…one day
You will look down
And see yourself above
A ground free of poppies.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC