#inconsistent
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
What is it that makes me me?
Am I;
The angry girl?
Or the depressed?
The dyslexic
Or the gay?
The kind,
Or ******
The manipulative,
Or the naive?
What is it that makes me me?
Tough question,
I change a lot.
I’m all of the above
And none of the above
Who am I?
I’m inconsistent,
And a pain
And a good friend
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular
I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
Conflicted
Insufficient
Still a part of me that misses him
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
This is to the boy I write about,
his sharp features and
crippling inconsistency,
the way his name rolls off my tongue
like he’s home and heartache,
crafted into one.
This is to the boy I write about,
He is faintly poetic, and
Unlike what I write, he is raw.
He’s the face of everything
I have yearned for,
he is the face of everything I’ve lost.
This is to the boy I write about,
Whose touch is like fire
and words are vanilla.
Whose honey eyes pierce
into mine too fast, and
make me crash too hard.
This is to the boy I write about,
Whom I borrowed
some pieces of history with
and left the memories on replay,
whom I fell in love with,
forgetting he didn’t know
what love is.
This is to the boy I write about,
Are we playing, honey?
Is any of it real?
When; Where does it end?
And who do we become when it does?
This is to the boy I write about,
A warning, a sign;
Do not fall for me.
I am chaos for your heart,
And we’ll destroy each other
in the heavenly way possible.
And we will understand
When we fall apart,
Why storms are named after people.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC
The cold burns.
It's so cold I'm numb,
but it stings.
Sleeping makes me tired.
When I don't sleep I feel more alive than ever,
while feeling completely exhausted.
The loudest sounds deafen us.
And while everything is quiet,
the smallest things are loud.
I scream and nobody comes to my aid,
but i whisper and the world hears what i say.
The greatest of Stories,
occur in the darkest of times.
But the biggest of tragedies unfold,
when all is fine.
It's inconsistent
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Time is terrible
in the sense
that it is never
consistent.
It favors you
one moment
and betrays you
the next.
It gives you
hope
for a second—
crushing it
in an instant.
Years of happiness
can come
crumbling down
in a tick.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
i am so exhausted by consistently loving you while you inconsistently "love" me
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
You have no idea
How much your
Casual inconsistency
Messes with
My heart.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
I'm here
I'm tired
It's okay
There's no use
I'll never leave
You just want to bleed
I care about you
**I don't give a ****
Be strong for me
Leave me out of it
Stop it
I'm not going to stop you
I'll hold you down if I have to
I'm only here until I find something better
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
I believe her to be insane
because she's listing her requirements
and I've managed to meet most of them,
but I'm still her Windex-ed glass window
I believe her to be insane
because she claimed she was jocking me
though she'd only met my voice
and lived near my Cali family
I believe her to be insane
because she liked me when she annoyed me
and was quick to end the years
after I said she was skinny
I believe her to be insane
because she could be straight up with everyone,
but whenever it came around to us
her mouth remained completely shut
I believe her to be insane
because I was more natural than her ex
Then suddenly she became work-obsessed,
but found time to marry the ex
I believe her to be insane
because she ******* up her life to get my attention
She was always beautiful, but deader inside
Another stereotypical trailer park girl
I believe her to be insane
because she searched the mall parking lot
to leave a bocay of daises
on the windshield of my car
I believe her to be insane
because she sang "Before You Walk Out of My Life"
more beautifully than Monica herself
exclusively to me late at night
I believe her to be insane
because she walked miles to see me at work
with bruised, sore, raw feet
to be somewhere safe away from him
I believe her to be insane
because she let me go in a heartbeat,
then she pleaded for my forgiveness,
then she let me go in another heartbeat
I believe her to be insane
because our poetry complimented perfectly,
but I wasn't the one she pictured
because of not being the desired ethnicity
I believe her to be insane
because she cherished me so much,
poetically revealed me to be the catch,
but she's the one that lost touch
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC