#dismissive
When I stepped
onto her island
she was nowhere
to be found
And when I called out
the sound
that was her name
she would not answer
I would set camp
wait for her there
knowing my trespassing
on her doorstep
She would watch me
from afar
I would tend her fire
so that it would not die
as the sand drifted in
borrowed time
to reach the bottom
of the glass
I felt her
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
You break my heart every day and twice nightly
Hell, I'd rather be lonely
I'd rather be lonely
Than to be rejected by my one and only
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel unwanted by another claiming they love me
I'd rather be lonely
Than completely dismiss the better half my personality
I'd rather be lonely
Than watch you act like it's a chore to explore a little intimacy
I'd rather be lonely
Than to witness you go out of your way to avoid my advancements like they're icky
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel more unwanted than I did through my first 40
I'd rather be lonely
sigh
I can't imagine anybody actually choosing to be lonely
But here I am, holding out for my somebody to join me
©2024
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
i can
conjurer up words
mix delicate
intricacies of verse
with poetic license
i might defecate
upon scripted genius
of the past
a scourge
on the eloquence
of perfected prose
a pariah
with semantics
that hang in the air
like a frequented noose
the rhetoric of
this rhetoric
both dumbfounds
and delights
the agenda of the learned;
to supress
the syntax spat forth
the phlegm and catarrh
of a gut
of derivatives
i could compose
a verse
for young lovers
to cherish
if i could
only stop
the rot;
genius
nonsense
or ignorance
i couldn't
tell you
which
May 7, 2022
May 7, 2022 at 7:41 PM UTC
It burns
My chest
My eyes
My face
With shame
The tears
Were meant to heal
But instead they broke,
Caused me to choke
It was meant to be fine
Shouldn'tve dismissed the signs
Signs of you not being mine
And having me in your mind
Doesn't matter each way
Dismissed my feelings in the ashtray
Put them all where
They won't see another day
I miss companiable hugs
Instead of mental drugs
I don't need no rush
No guilt or shame
For loving who you are
And hating you the same
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
you taught me
how much love
truly resides in me,
how capable I am,
of loving, being loved,
but you also
reminded me,
of why I had
built walls around
my heart so high,
that even I couldn't
get a peak.
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
All my exes know about you
because in severing
myself from them
they only heard me
cry out
your name.
Everyone I have ever loved
and will ever come to love
will sit with me at a
table set for three
and always wonder
whose company
I was expecting.
When I run the next two
relationships to the ground
I will tell myself it didn’t work
because they were not the one
for me.
Still then, I will beg myself
to stop looking in all the
wrong places
just to prove
love is not meant for me.
How many times can you look for
sea turtles in swimming pools and
belonging in half-hearted promises?
How many homes will you build out of paper
yet spend the night gathering every
scream lodged in your throat
to build you the boat you will
escape with in the middle of the night?
How many times will you say
it didn’t work because we weren’t right
for one another?
Didn’t your mother tell you
if you want to find what you are missing
you must not search with your eyes shut?
Eyelids crinkled,
palms shielding you
from every crack of light
begging to be seen.
You will blame the world
before you find fault
with who you keep for company.
You cannot blame
the darkness—
he is the only one
you ever let in.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
You wear a mask,
Perfectly painted,
Seemingly realistic,
But I see the chips:
The flaws in its craftsmanship,
Where your skin peeks through.
And I see you for what you are:
A coward.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
Gave a call.
Rang twice.
Mailbox full.
Gave another.
Rang five times.
Lady's voice.
Unavailable.
Shower time.
Maybe after?
Brooding.
Longing.
Wet.
Wrapped in towel.
Look at phone.
No missed calls.
Typical.
No surprise.
Forget the phone.
Forget the caller.
Return to life.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC