#goingout
You call me beautiful,
you call me hot, **** a sweetheart—
you think you’ve got me.
I didn’t realize a compliment
was a transaction
between you and my body.
You buy me a drink like I owe you something;
enticing me into your trap.
You grab my waist, pull me close;
I don't want this.
What else can I do?
The screen lights up with a photo I didn't ask for:
I don't respond.
You must think I’m interested,
so you keep messaging.
The catcalling down the road,
driving by in your BDE car.
"Sorry, I’m not a cat person."
"Sorry, I’m not interested."
"Sorry."
I take the drink,
I accept the compliments,
I take my voice away.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
play your cards right and
shoot yourself with a nerf gun for laughs.
those cake crumbs and half-empty sprite cans won't last forever
but those videos on the internet will.
you were there tonight. (the party.)
and i will be there tomorrow. (the films.)
i was cleaning the house and writing the book
will you be doing the homework and raking the leaves?
am i missing out?
are you missing out?
is shooting yourself in the head ever fun?
is disappearing in a horror film ever fun?
is this feeling of the in-between
the missing out on parties put on by people you aren't friends with
is the wondering when you'll come home
is the questioning when you'll text back
is the adrenaline for when we'll realize
ever
ever fun?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
We go out and dance
swinging through the metro car --
dance into the night.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
Let's all just go out,
no worries
or fear.
No feelings of doubt,
when facing this year.
For all is so simple,
when one doesn't think.
Just go out and find it,
don't waver,
don't blink.
For all that was needed,
was water to drink.
To feel incompleted,
just stop
and you'll sink.
The sense of true love,
you'll feel nothing above.
Is all that there is,
just places to live?
When thoughts you perceive,
have one thing to give.
And that's hope
for your time
spent here on this earth.
A hope that you'll find,
a feeling of worth.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
I remember you like a famous brachiosaur, ensconced in the terrible street lamps of west county apartment block row. That swaying bronze gate to your three flat two room apartment. Skinny legs for the couch, the backroom bedroom, and the bunk beds in the master suite. We studded me for excellent squeeze; one trident pull switching time against a baited lock. "I'll swallow you whole," you brushed off into my ear while I passed your cheek with my lips, braising your skin with dew drops of our rushes and sweat. Even for April this was alright. Your brother had already moved out, and listening to Hall and Oates and going fishing was all you wanted to do. So I made us two root beer floats with Almond Milk ice cream, and settled into you for five hours and forty-five minutes. It was before 5:00a.m. when you turned to the night and spilled the last ounces of your naked body out to me beneath the satin sheets. I pressed my lips hard against your nose and whispered I'd be leaving soon. Still I do not recall if I woke you when I left, but I remember that next day when you questioned if I had.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC