#boohoo
I’m being stalked
it has stringy hair
and oily skin
gangly limbs
and a loud voice
obnoxious laughs
that causes everyone
to avert their eyes
but I only see the
disgusting beast
in the mirror
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
silk gloves on
tighten your smile
strap your shoes
let the show begin
every line
requires my soul
I have no energy to
feed off of
my mouth is
drinking directly from
my soul
I’m an actor in my own life
but I’ve lost my playbook
forgotten my lines
and missed my cues
I forget how she acts
the lead, of course
but only in her own show
I’m worried for the day
the straw keeps *******
the bottom of the glass
no more soul left
to drink up
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
stinging pain
inevitably goes numb
if it’s all going
to end
so soon
there’s no point in worrying
and a hot iron
can feel like an ice cube
don’t be fooled
the pain is still there
but eventually
you know it’s all inevitable
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
I don't require a saviour
not asking for much, just
an elbow for when
the leaves are dripping
in the cold midnight
Another human figure
to cling to when you're
lost in the wet woods
and quickly it falls
dark with the shivering chill
When there are faces or
at least eyes, glowing
& whispers in an unknown
tongue, now you could
Use a humanoid to soothe
the fevered brow or
better still guide us
towards a sunlit exit
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC
sweet downfall,
i find myself crashing harder than the time before
i'm chasing what i've romanticized,
a false interpretation that
his smile was the only source of light in my mind's darkest crevasses,
his eyes were full of an expected curiosity
but i've learned not to lean on my own understanding
he pulled streams from my eyes without awareness,
and he keeps these tides continuous
it seems like i can't get the image
of sitting in the passenger seat,
watching the lights of the traffic signals
reflect on his face,
camouflaging his blushing cheeks
out of my head of distorted dreams
and impossible realities
i lean in until i wake up
he is oil,
i am water,
somehow the laws of the universe
prohibit us from ever meeting.
one of us is handling that predicament
better than the other.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC