#haha
"Oh marceline, my marceline,
what is it about a little sun's sheen
that scares you?"
"Is it that burn-at-touch like snow
or that slug-like swimming from below?"
"That shadow is no omen's crow --
and those little sunbeams shrill for a home."
"Let them sneak into your thighs, artery, vein,
and declare the black to cast a blacker rain."
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
“The fool laughs—he picked his lover like a drink at closing time, and now wonders why the hangover won't end.”
“I chose with my pulse instead of my brain; now I pay rent to my own mistakes.”
“Love is a bad investment, and I’m the idiot who signed the contract in blood.”
“The fool laughs—because crying would only remind him he married his heartbreak.”
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
I have always been a dog at the end of a great table
And everyone at the table is eating a feast.
Some eat & eat & eat,
while others peck here and there.
Some won't eat
because they're too busy talking and laughing.
And some are visibly eager
for the feast to end.
"I wish they had better food instead of this slop"
one says.
Another has found a hair & a bone in their food.
"Gross"
they continue to hesitantly eat around it.
Every once in a while someone will hand me a scrap
just so I know what it tastes like.
So I know what I'm missing out on.
"One day you'll be up here. Hell,
sometimes I wish I didn't have to eat all this junk.
But you get used to it, like we all do."
I take their word for it.
And then I'm sitting at the table.
But I'm still a dog.
I've been dressed up like a person,
& trained to present myself like a person.
But I'm still a dog,
sitting in front of people my age.
The people my age begin to feast.
It seems like they know which foods to eat slowly
because it's too hot or cold.
They could tell which food had bones & seeds
that needed to be removed.
They knew when to take breaks from eating
to spare themselves from tummy aches.
And Most Importantly
they begin to talk amongst themselves
& start to build connections
& an order of who would lead these conversations.
And I'm still a dog.
I start to eat from the plate in front of me
and immediately throw it all back up.
I had eaten too much.
I didn't know.
Embarrassed, I stop eating
& just watch the eaters around me.
I study the way they eat,
the way they talk,
the way they smile & look around.
I want to copy what I see.
I try talking to the ones sitting next to me,
and they respond with kindness.
But they could tell that I was just pretending.
They knew I was still a dog.
I keep studying
and I become decent at talking.
My brothers are very skilled eaters
almost like it's just natural to them.
I frequently compare myself.
"Why can't I eat & talk like them?"
I'd ask myself this, completely forgetting
that I'm still a dog.
"All in good time, you just have to keep growing up."
They tell me this, knowing fully well
that I'm just a dog,
and for some reason refusing to acknowledge that.
I keep eating
& keep throwing up,
because no matter how much I study those around me
I am still a dog
sitting at a table
with a feast for people.
But the table is the only one seen
for miles in every direction.
Dad and Mom say that once you leave the table
you can never return.
So, I have to eat by the rules
and stay until the end
or else I'm wasting the opportunity Given to me
by the Large Man at the end of the table
who is the most important person to ever exist.
"If you eat enough,
and eat correctly,
you get to sit by Him
& talk to Him
& that should make you love sitting at this table."
Sure, the food is delicious
and the people are kind.
But I'm still a dog,
regurgitating all the food I try to eat,
because this feast wasn't meant for me.
I didn't notice before, but there are other dogs roaming about.
They're not allowed to sit at the table
and eat the feast,
and we pity them.
I pity
other dogs
for not having the chance to eat the food
that I can't keep down.
And the people around me watch
as I keep regurgitating my food,
and they say
"It happens to the best of us,
let me know if you need anything."
I need to leave this table.
But if there really is no other table out there,
I guess I can stick it out
& try to eat people food.
Even though I am a dog.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
it's hard for me to let you go,
you look like an angel
--a deviant against God,
beautiful and forbidden
--against impermanence
ever-lasting;
a taste of ambrosia
a touch of Midas; gold
--yet rarer than the birds
that seem to circle around
--your crown;
not of thorns,
but early morning dew
and the fruits you bear;
not of love,
but grief
--and indelible prints
pressed on your skin...
you make my heart beat,
for once it never moved,
until my shadow was seen.
it's hard for me to let you go.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Sorry I couldn’t get my work done
I was too busy writing
rap lyrics about how much I hate you
I guess you could say I got
Diss-track-ed?
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Skipping school
Avoid the reminders
Say i feel sick
Say i feel tired
Friends worried
Keep missing
Skipping
Avoiding
Ignoring school.
Avoid these people
At all costs
A list of a sidewalk
To skip down on
When I want to feel pain
Because thats all you brought to me
Skipping school...
Avoid the reminders...
Say i feel sick...
Say i feel tired...
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 10:39 AM UTC
You Keep me blinder and blinder with your love,
With your light,
Making me feel that I worth something in this world,
For the world we work'nd fight until we realise the world doesn't give a **** about what we do,
Blinder and blinder about what you really do,
For me, for our future,
For your Kind...
Yes, my heart used to be true...
We fought together and alone for the world
But
The world doesn't give a **** about what we did or wanted to do.
The world doesn't give a **** about what you need, about what we did or didn't do...
To think that we all fought
(together and alone)
And for what?
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
****** chicken soup,
Yum Yum,
Puddles of chicken soup
All over the space,
There's a tornado of soup
These days
Plenty of chicken soup
In the fridge too.
Happy the family,
Forevermore
For gallons of chicken soup
Every day made in the bathtub...
Hot warming the heart to the bones
******
Bon on sweet
Puddles of yum yum,
On a plate the bowl
Of YummyYum,
****** chicken soup.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
I asked her, why?
Why she couldn't hold my gaze
Despite the indescribable connection we feel for one another.
And she told me
That we were like two sides of the moon
Always longing, but never meant to even see each other.
And nothing good would come from the fight to understand
The fight to see one another.
The fight to stay alive as two halves of each other.
For we do not complete us
We love so deeply we swallow ourselves whole
Trying so desperately to have more of what we cannot have.
We are two polarities
And we cannot co-exist together
Not like this.
I bid her farewell
Leaving her only in my thoughts and in the sky
That I often see her in.
The moon never seemed so dark as it rushed to four quarters
Of what it used to be.
-Kore
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
please don't leave
your absence is unbearably
hard to swallow
difficult to stomach
painful to digest
but you force me
to eat every bite
on the plate
filled with static
it tastes like blood
it is so confusing
shocking and metallic
stinging my tongue
and hurting
burning
my throat
please
i don't want this
but you left
and so i have no choice
but to choke on this empty
breakfast
this is not nourishment
this is poison
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
you're "laughing out loud" at me
that's good
i hope its hearty
thank god i'm humorous
to bring elation to a life as dull as yours
and i'm not upset
cause i'm laughing too!
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
What you said:
"LOL"
"bahahah"
****
"hehe"
"😂"
"hahahah"
What you wanted to say:
im in pain
i want a hug
im mad
im sad
im dissapointed
i miss him
im hurting
im crying
i want to cry
im not eating much anymore
im upset
i dont care
i don't know how to feel
i know that you dont know how to express your feelings, and i understand
you say "LOL" or "hahaha" when absolutely nothing is funny
you say it when you're hurting the most
but why does it help you cope
to say the opposite of what you're feeling
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
i noticed
on our way back to the bus stop
you offered to carry my bag
it felt like a weight lifted off my chest
i guess
you're a flawless angel
having hit hell's rock bottom
i don't want to stain you like a bottle of wine
i swear
when you said you wanted to kiss me on the cheek
before i stepped on the bus
i could've loved you then
i'm caught in the middle
you saw me right through
wanting a new start
yet struggling to let go.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
He liked pringles.
So she thought that it would go
Straight to his heart.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
i make poems
i type and i type
hoping one day I'll be known
and my talents will be acknowledged and shown
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
i'm not a fool to want you again
talking **** about me was your only friend
i thought my love for you had no end
i don't even want you now as a friend
how funny of you to say
that i'm not happy to this day
i'm more than happy with what i have today
more than my feelings for you in may
don't go around feeling special
my world doesn't revolve around someone so in denial
i don't want someone who saw me as someone so trivial
you ain't it, you ain't worthwhile
losing you wasn't miserable;
it was a blessing.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC