#idfk
she says im rather quaint:
and indeed it's true;
for i speak in quite an olden way...
but i mean not to say i despise the styles of the modern man.
id like to think i was raised
under the class of formal lex
and the slack of millennial typing--
ironic, but eh idfk.
Dec 10, 2022
Dec 10, 2022 at 9:00 AM UTC
back
and forth
on my little swing
of happy
and sad
of love
and fear
of hope
and rage
it's getting old
and i'm getting
dizzy, sick
once again
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 1:42 PM UTC
my skin is a traitor
flaming and red
hot to the touch
leaving invisible scorch marks
on everything i touch
directly opposing
the chill inside
the freezing cold
of my careless mind
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
he really pulled up to my house
wearing a ******* cowboy hat
and blasting thanks for the memories
like some kind of ******* loser
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
your name on a screen
at a red light
how easy it should be
to just say
"i miss you, i feel like **** and i want you back"
i hate it
i hate this
i hate crying on her shoulder
because it should be yours
i hate going to her
when i want to be with you
i hate the constant ache in my chest
when i remember how much i loved you
how much i still love you
i hate the way my dreams are full of you
your voice and the smell of your hair in the morning
i hate not knowing if you're still there
i hate watching you fall apart
i hate it so much
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
fast awake
and wide asleep
and shooting all
these ******* sheep
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
I’m happy to be here,
Alive and well.
I once lost all I held dear,
Tumbling down into hell.
But I rose out
Like a prizefighter;
Off of the net with a
Lively propulsion,
And into Death’s
Ugly,
No good,
Mug.
I’m happy to still be alive.
Not because I enjoyed rising above,
But because I
Wouldn’t ever have beheld
The beauty that has passed by.
And I know,
More is on it’s way.
So I can only pray,
To share this beauty with others.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
For someone who has such a way with words,
Who can ravel them around my neck and lead me anywhere;
You get tongue-tied when I show you the same talent.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
I SPEAK FOR FIVE.
THEY DON'T ALWAYS ALIGN.
I speak, for four.
Talking, is a chore.
I speak for three,
They don't always agree,
i speak for two.
they dont have a clue.
i speak for one
it's not very fun
now i don't speak at all
i want my friends back
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
I wear a ring on the fourth finger
I get asked who I'm married too.
I say A ring on any finger is what you make it to be.
A ring on my wedding finger does not mean i am married
Marriage is trust, love, committed to each other, vulnerability, no secrets, friendship and so much moreb. Marriage is promise to always be there no matter what, until death. So why is it that its called the wedding finger when indeed it could possibly be called the promise finger because are we not promising to spend the rest of our lives together. Even if one is not in a relationship with that person does that now make wearing a ring on that finger forbidden?
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
when Evangeline tells you that you’re dead to her,
you feel as if you are chained to a sinking ship,
permanently trapped at the bottom of the ocean,
and drowning has never seemed so sweet.
as she leaves,
you realise that this is the closest blessing you will ever receive
from a god that you don’t believe in anymore.
because if she didn’t walk away,
you would drag her down to hell with you
before you’d even consider letting her go
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
she looks at him
like he hung the stars
what she doesn't know
is that he's the reason
the stars no longer shine.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
this is how you get right with god
on your hands and knees,
begging,
" could you spare me please"
this is how you deal with his wrath,
when you're pleading with him
and strangers turn their backs to mummer "that ones a sociopath"
and it echoes in your pounding head,
their grins and hacking laughs
"that ones a sociopath,
that ones a sociopath"
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
"I saw a girl crying, her face was overwhelmed with tears, she had the never ending cries. I walked over to her and patted her back. She glanced at me with tears streaming down her face. "What's wrong?" I asked in concerned. "The other girls at school are prettier and their hair is longer! They think I can't fit in because I'm not normal!" She cried in frustration. I sighed and replied, "Listen, No one is normal, Not even the girls at school, because you have something they don't...... Looks, Kindness, and humor, Who needs to be normal? If everyone was normal, Everyone would be boring! That's why they diss you, You are better then them!" I encouragely said.~
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
a person on the metro, six stops from their destination
leafing through a brochure titled How
To Get Rich Quick -
sighing in disgust,
"I was never allowed to go on the metro
when I was young," boasts the woman
sitting beside them, an accessory of
The Scene. a prop
(voice is loud and nasally, and the person - five stops - considers moving)
quick smile, polite:
which means, go away. or, at the very least, don't talk quite
so loud
okay? okay?
a softcover Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary is under the seat, discarded,
Sharpie skidding through it (four stops) at every jolt
of the train.
this is normal, all trains are jerky sometimes, and the loud woman
expresses her concerns.
an old man, older than both people,
older than anything really - coughs.
wet coughs.
the person frowns, but quietly, so
the woman and man won't notice.
(they are well-practiced in the art of subtlety)
three stops. the woman leaves
but the smell lingers
and the dictionary, having slid back
one or two rows for effect
a flock of tourists board. kids in the seats
parents hanging tiredly to safety holds
(be still be quiet keep your hands to yourself, mandy
a little boy of six clinging to the person's jacket with
sticky warm fingers)
two stops, and the boy asks why they look so sad.
what they're reading.
they have perfected the art of silence
but little boys don't understand silence.
the mother hovers in the background
sneaking ***** looks at the person,
wax smudged smile going crooked at the edges
one stop,
the boy asks where they got their hair
(my head;
he is unimpressed)
he is kicking the lonely dictionary
providing it with company,
or maybe unaware.
they leave, and the mother hisses something at them as they pass -
clutches the boy's arm.
the dictionary has been stuck on the word spectral for three days,
and the train hums to life.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
*In my dream, the
Pedestrian sign flashed green
And the pavement seemed to
Melt at my small footsteps
Like the green treetops of
Pines that had never backed down
The ****** Mary smoked ***
Just atop that sunset ring
Which liked to sing of all the
Bland ignorance of the king
I promise you, it's just a summer
Fling I'm a little too drunk and
You're a little too thin cause
This misanthropist ain't got anything*
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
shut up, shut up
and now comes the flood, and now your hands
post-apocalyptic shutters closing against the night, baby, this is all you have.
('it'll have to do',
cupped palms and cracked lips,
this is a game you've played for a long time)
'you're ******* kidding me;
you're ******* kidding me, aren't you',
and now you're shouting.
a love letter to the heart of a monster
and the pavement screams for you
(are you bleeding or is he?)
shut up, shut up
staticstaticstatic
electricity on a loop in your mind
cassette tape stuck on dead air
(sorry about the bugs in your mouth)
shut up, shut up
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC