#inspiredby
i couldn't let go the things i could have let gone.
i should've not let, the things i shouldn't let go, go.
but instead, i would've let go all the things i will have.
and now it is gone and i am going to get it back once more.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
one step forward,
two steps back—
one step closer,
and I’ll fall
in the cracks.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
a song and rhythm
I didn’t choose—
the beat’s got me hooked,
and I’m about to
blow a fuse.
greeted by the monsters
in my head,
trying to make sense
of this existential dread.
I just want
it to fast-forward—
to end.
hypnotic, so hypnotic,
it’s hard to unwind;
every twist and turn
makes it harder to find—
and get back
to baseline.
hurry now, boys,
time won’t wait.
the judgement of
past conflicts
decides my fate.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:32 AM UTC
in the la summer,
the heat doesn't whisper
it swells
and the hottest of the places
were the buses
big greenhouses on wheels
but i rode them,
for i had no car
and if i did
it would've been stolen
even though
i moved away from hidden hills
and now lived
on the face
of the sun
after a while,
i found my own
ways to rebel
drink gin out of
my water bottle
on the trip back home,
sit in the elderly
and handicapped
section
and that was what i was
doing when she entered the
bus
she was obviously ancient
and walked with a cane
so of course i moved to the side
as she passed me
the first thing i noticed
other than her skin that was almost purple
was the tattoo of the number
7
across her cheek
and no, this wasn't a young
woman
not the type to spend late nights
recording raps
for soundcloud in the back
of a crack house
we looked through each other for a
second,
and then she said to me
do you see it?
i shook my head
i didn't know what she
even meant
then she extended her hands
and still, nothing
was there
do you see it, she said again
i said no
she sighed
i have so much to tell you,
young woman
so much you need to know
i nodded
because when a crazy
old woman says things like that to you
you nod and smile
so much you need to know
her eyes were misted over
like lakes in the winter time,
cream in the bowl of
a tabby cat
we sat in silence
for a good while,
and then she looked at me again
in the summer, back home she said
when we left school
me and my friends would go drinking
there was a place called the golden shovel
and they had a huge pool table
me and mary would play, smoke cigarettes and
listen to jazz
it was the only time i
felt like i was alive
but when the cops came
mary was there, and i wasn't
they shot her dead
they said the bar was a hideout
for everything good and black
that my mother told me i should stand for
seven died,
and they said the golden shovel
was used to dig graves
i got this last year
she raised a long, peeling finger
to her cheek,
pointing at the seven
the bus ground to a halt as she
put her finger down
i looked at her
this is my stop
she said
before giving me a folded piece of paper
this is a poem i wrote
i took it and opened it, but by the time i
read it, she was already gone
*We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.*
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
Equality
Has to be served
Gifted
'Cause it is deserved.
America is a place
To express
The emotions you face.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
"And I'll be holding onto you" -- Tшεптч ∅пε Pıʟøтƨ
Whether you allow me to hold on to you,
I will not let go.
All this pain, let me in.. it could be just us two.
You are allowing for this pain to **** you slow.
It hurts to see you suffering like this.
I'm here on the edge of a cliff,
my hand gripping onto yours tightly.
I'm trying to pull you up, but you're so stiff.
Please, let me see,
let me see your face..
Don't look away, hold on.
I'll stay here as long as it takes.
You're not gone,
not because of some silly mistake.
She's gone, she's no longer a part of you.
I'll keep holding onto the thing that matters to me the most.
That thing, is you...open your eyes.
I'm right in front of you, I'm not a ghost.
I'm human, my cries...
they are real.
I'm real.
I'm the person that's holding your hand from slipping off the cliff.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
every last word
was for you
those that i
didn’t know how
couldn’t ever say
i was always
afraid how do
i do this
me and you
so i never
showed you my
other other side
i’m not ready
for the trainwreck
i’ll inevitably cause
my thoughts derail
hold me prisoner
going full speed
she’s so real
she’s always there
she doesn’t exist
she’s my friend
she is me
this is me
i love us
i really meant
every last word
-
-z.z
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC