#idkhowtotag
a line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it runs along the edges
it dances around the curves
it’s takes beatings
it may start to wear
it crumbles
it gets broken and then put back together
it’s gets a new face
gets remade
it’s hard to stay whole when your not who you were
it’s breaking
and wearing
until it’s it no longer solid
now a dashed line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it stumbles along the edges
it’s wonders around the curves
it continues down the road
The dashed line breaks away
always leaving space for another to follow.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
i met an angel in a back alley once .
she held out a cigarette for me to take
and offered to take me away.
i said no
" i love life far too much "
she told me to let go
to let the world flow over you
in shades of teal and shining mauve .
as you fade into the floral printed wallpaper ,
you will become more than you ever have
as you are remembered
less and .
less .
the angel said that she got her wings this white
with bleach and hydrogen peroxide .
her antlers are misfitting
" stole them from a dead deer on the side of the road "
i asked her why she was here
what she had to do
what her mission was
she folded into the shadows
and left .
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 8:25 AM UTC
I'm in an unfamiliar place
Surrounded by people i don't know
Every time someone looks at me for to long, I get nervous
He walks by
He seems nice at first
Old enough to be my grandfather and walks with a cane
At first I think he's just trying to say hi
I was wrong
He winks and calls me “sweetheart”
Does he know I'm only fifteen? Most tell me I look older, maybe he thinks i'm a college kid, out on the town
I get nervous, both from him and the time, i'm running late
I walk a couple blocks down the street
He follows
I try to ignore him and keep my distance
He follows
I get on the bus
He follows
The reason I always get off near public places and lots of traffic
Because of people like the man from the bus stop
Who look at you like your something he would like to ruin
destroy your innocence
make you feel *****
Looking you up and down even in your ***** cargo pants and plain black
t-shirt
I don't think I look particularly pretty, not someone you would look at twice, not one that stands out
yet this happens time and time again
I can't help but wonder why?
As I keep glancing at the man walking behind me on my way home. Why?
As the man keeps glancing at me on the bus. Why?
As I keep getting off at the stop by the store, in case I need to lose a man following. Why?
As I have to fake a smile and pretend to check my phone while ignoring his flirtatious jokes.
Why?
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 11:28 AM UTC
in my own world
repainting the walls
dying my hair
combat the urge to make it all fall.
how could I make you see
this isn’t a limited belief
silent
your expectations of me
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
In the searing airless midsummer-
Clockwork morning rewinds
cobalt into a bleeding orange yolk dripping across
the canvas of the world.
Sky, turn the colour of dreams. Heart, turn the colour of love-
I’m posed over a skyscraper
Because I wanted to touch the stars. Because I wanted to touch you.
There’s a beauty found in the smallest spaces
Gaps in your heartbeat, getting your toothbrush mixed with mine
Honey-lemon on my tongue
So maybe you loved me, but not in a way I comprehended
I’m thinking of your lips, your eyes
and the way you said goodbye-
The word wrapped around your tongue like a prayer.
Pink bleeds into violet and it looks like the 5 a.m. Berlin skyline
might tear itself apart, like a heart bursting or a car crash.
So it’s dawn. So I’m inconsolable.
And if the angel sun sets,
then so be it.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
It’s childlike, yes, but it’s not without meaning.
Perhaps that’s the way it expresses itself.
It’s emotional, yes, but it’s not without strength.
Perhaps the cork has come loose.
It’s stubborn, yes, but it’s not without willingness.
Perhaps it simply gets caught in itself.
It’s messy, yes, but it’s not without beauty.
Perhaps it finds comfort in chaos.
It’s stoic, yes, but it’s not without empathy.
Perhaps it is afraid of revealing itself.
It’s a dreamer, yes, but it’s not without drive.
Perhaps it’s inspired by the clouds.
It’s a perfectionist, yes, but it’s not without humanity.
Perhaps it is afraid of disappointing itself.
It’s angry, yes, but it’s not without reason.
Perhaps it doesn’t understand what’s around it.
It’s anxious, yes, but it’s not without cognizance.
Perhaps I’m working towards peace.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC