#aversion
Senses smothered in filth,
wails in repugnance,
isolated from immoral.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
You are my phobia
The darkness that covers the night
Who obscures my line of sight
And the reason why my courage took flight
You instill this crippling fear
Everytime when you are near
I could not help but cry a tear
Even my strength would not adhere
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
Your words,
They sting.
So sharp,
But not sharp enough to pierce through,
Only to stay lodged beneath my skin.
So that every time someone brushes by,
I hurt.
Funny thing,
You care,
Like a mother should.
And yet still,
I can see you,
When you're old,
Regretting,
You're alone.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
they say that’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd. Went completely unheard.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection in direction.
Now is routine. The rest unseen.
Now is habit falling into havoc. Now is empty.. whats your trend? To apprehend ****
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
Sad people and dark shadows
in a multi-leveled palace of misfortune,
aversion to anything,
internal hostility towards everyone,
my mask exposed to a test of time...
Will I endure?
I do not know.
I run away to the farthest corners of my palace,
to hide from the world.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
My skin is crawling.
Touch makes me very angry
I can't stand the thought
of a room full of people
looking at me
like I've grown an extra head.
Or maybe I've grown fangs
to match my biting words?
Are they glaring now?
Good.
My cold behavior is putting people off
and i'm roughly shoving people aside
No, I don't want to hug them,
No, i'm not trying to be rude,
no, i'm not sick
I'm not sick
I'm not sick.
Tonight, I feel like a monster
please don't touch me.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
Follow love around,
even though I don't want you --
or you flee from me.
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 4:13 AM UTC
He is also there,
listlessly looking away --
we mumble hello.
Mar 28, 2024
Mar 28, 2024 at 3:16 AM UTC
that comes along at 3 a.m.
to wake me from the dreams
I’ve been living in.
An unwanted visitor
that doesn’t leave,
as I try to get rid of it,
push it away
with desperate hands
waving in the dark tranquility
of early morning.
A visitor here to teach me
all the ways we resist the world,
all the ways we wish we were elsewhere,
trying to control what’s not ours to control.
Desperately waving our hands around
as if that would do it.
As if,
as if what we want matters to the world.
One mosquito can ruin everything;
you can turn on all the flashlights,
stay up until 5,
but you won’t see it unless you do,
standing there on the edge of the wardrobe.
With a certain resolve:
“smack.”
Gone,
away with your worries,
and now you can return deep
into your dreams.
If only we could smash away the problems,
all that buzzes around in our heads,
all questions unanswered,
all that torments us deep into the night.
“Smack.”
Gone.
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
Lean, the hands rough skin
A hoarse greeting with holes
between my sand gnashing teeth:
a scary person
I am everywhere because nowhere
I'm allowed to be, give me shoes:
as long as I walk I live
Call me Job, I don't
believe God will save me
from the underworld
where it's warm in winter
till midnight
when the doors close. Whether I hope
to wake up from the cold
I don't know, maybe
I'll do what you do and push
it into the future
Then it doesn't exist
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 3:37 AM UTC