#literally
are we done here?
let me make you a list
of today; that even you
don't make me feel better
and sitting
listening to music in my room
is empty empty empty;
looks like i am back
to repeating
and drowning in the crazy in my head
god;
i am standing on the precipice, my
love
and what if i was there on a different day
what if the bridge without
the railing had fallen into the river in hawaii
would you have stood over me
and said
you're alive you're alive you're alive
i just want to die
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
Pain affects immediately, sticks around indefinitely
The headcount is up to sixty over infinity
And right around the corner is another three
Meaning it's always in the vicinity
And every type lands just a smidge differently
This feels like what I might imagine to be purgatory
Woe is me
My future will be winless if I'm too stay in the business of learning from my history
The bell to start the fight indicates the end, just prematurely
Loosing in a victory, contradictory absurdity mentioned literally,
All ***** nilly
As I'm sure you can imagine, maybe even probably agree
Somethin' like that is bound to change the complexion of a personality
I know personally
I'd hoped good days would roll in gradually, at least eventually
Instead they taunt relentlessly
It's with a heavy, often broken, heart I go in and defend half heartedly
Enjoying the savagery, a familiarity that relaxes me
But positions me next to the poisons amidst the pageantry
In the direct line of sight of my worst enemy
Me looking back at me directly
"You're talking to yourself again Jeremy..."
...shiit, sorry
©2024
May 14, 2024
May 14, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
Smile your Marie Kondo smile on me-
Just smile and pretend it can be done
She is a tank against common sense. Invasion of clear mind.
I never tidy up, my life's a mess.
Marie Kondo though makes me feel even less.
Completely disarmed my will to feel.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
you may hate the truth about this life.
you may hate the fact about the path that you had already thrown.
you may hate the feelings about the feels that you had already expressed.
this world literally has nothing.
has nothing nonetheless you.
you just can’t accept what had already occurred.
you just can’t take it sincerely.
this world changes every millisecond.
you just can't beat it.
the world literally ignores you.
you are the failure for a particular person.
but
you are the only one who can fill your voidness.
you are the one who can bring influentialness to another person.
before another person did it to you, worse and shameful.
humans are exactly imperfect.
but again, depends on what you did to your life, take yours wisely.
humans deserve to be happy in their own ways,
their life might be not happy to face the "ways" they take.
time does matter to use it perfectly.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
A palindrome isn't a palindrome, intriguingly
How can that be?
That something isn't itself by definition, literally
...Am I really me?
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 4:55 AM UTC
Hope set on repetition
Single sentences, remittance
Cataclysmic, for a single state
Left to divide the remainder
Still, hypnotic trained psychosis
Found me scoffing at the notion
Growing old, centered delusional
Truth for something final
Dead-set pan, follow the camera, love that emotion, let it seep through
Lost, toppled bridges surrounding
Found more than a fair share of ashes
Corridors narrow enough...
Almost one in the morning, lost in the middle of some state or another
Neon lights come to a head, followed by the sound of the loose bulbs rattling in their sockets
Sounds of something crawling in the walls
I bet it all on retention
My whole life, I bet it all on retention
Marketable skills, not likely
Fighting for a timepiece that
I know despises, time will pass
One way or another
Make it last, fat chance
Almost out of change and past
Mistakes ring straight through glass
Mark the date
I have a love hate relationship with nice weather
Warm nights in particular, where it would be just slightly too hot if not for a nice cross breeze
Bearable, when I've got company
Not that I have much company to spare
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
names for no one
named by no one
poems about nothing
poems about everything
aren't they the same thing?
no function, no form
but now is the hour
it's how i get through
to the next one
two packs of cigarettes a day
it is getting expensive
old heartaches aren't forgotten
when nothing takes there place
and cigarettes don't pay the rent
freeform makes people stop listening
agoraphobics don't have much to write about
but need to say something
to someone
i wish i'de never met you.
all you did was hurt me in a way
that keeps on coming back, no matter how much times go by.
it was the way you looked at me,
like i was the ugliest thing that you had ever ******
and it made you feel good to let me know.
and it got worse from there, because you threw me away
and then would sporadically write to let me know
you were gone for good.
you were a total ramsay bolton type.
some days i have a memory and can't breathe or function.
i still have nightmares of you
trying to beat me to death, calling me to list off all the things that are wrong with me.
if i can't forget you, it would be great if someone would cut off your **** sometimes i fantasize about hiring someone to do that to you in your sleep. you could wake up dickless and i could be free of you. but back to the poem:
10 and a half years haven't gotten me anywhere
i've been too old for too long
Bob Dylan
Neil Young
Rolling Stones
Leonard Cohen
Paul Westerberg
everyone is too good for them now,
especially you,
i read that in vice
they made a list of the worst musicians of all time
and all those names were on it.
Johnny Cash was on the list too.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
I literally can’t go to the mall
Without doing my homework first.
And I literally can’t take my money
Without carrying a purse.
I literally can’t text my friends
Without having my parents see.
I literally can’t leave the house
Without having my annoying brother with me.
I literally can’t do this and that.
I literally can’t own a cat.
There are literally so many things I want to do,
But I LITERALLY can’t do those, too.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
I don't care about what they're saying bad things about me
I don't care if you hate me
I'm just trying to be me, what can I do?
I'm not trying to be cool
You're just judging me
Yet, you're the one bringing up my bad side
Stop acting like we know each other
Stop being like you know my story
But still always remember
I don't care about you.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
the guitar is shaking
while it delivers a mellow sound
her voice is sweeter than the night before
"how'd ya make it so vulnerable?"
he asks timidly
"it's just the feeling"
maybe it's the guitar, I thought to myself
after she stopped singing
I bought her a drink
gave her a kiss
and call it a day for her
we went to sleep like the first time
we just stared at each other's eyes
listening to the night
sometimes I wish we could go back
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
**Conjugated amid liberated duality,
surreptitious catharsis of
poetic revelations' flip side,
the underbelly of sentience
potentially validating perceptions'
indefinitely extended,
figuratively speaking beyond
literally unleashed metaphors
play it backwards, if you dare**
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
I was born
With bones so strong
No wind, storm
blade nor razor
Not even the laser
Could ever break thy
Not until
We cross the path
Not until
I heard your voice
Not until
I laid my eyes on you
Not until
We say our first "hello"
Not until
You let me fell for you
Not until
You didn't catch me
Coz since then,
I was, is, and will be literally and metaphorically, BROKEN.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
How many of you here counted
your last moment?
How many of you wondered if
your last breath breathed would be
the moment you would own it?
How many of you published words
as if it would be the last you write?
How many here read those words?
Hugging them long into the night?
How many of you tried to say
exactly what you feel, but failed?
How many times did you edited it
every single word, every line?
Just to post it so it was unveiled?
How many times did you refresh
the words that you have lied?
How many times have you typed
every tear that you have cried?
How many times did you say
I love you in a thousand letters
**As many times as it takes you
to make the world seem better**
Your poetry is as important
as the balm upon a soul
Your words caught upon a page
are a literal bomb
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
I wake up feeling like nothing is real
and my heart beats
and I'm panicking
and I'm sweating
and I want to die
I don't really understand why I cry
If I could just get over it, I promise you I would
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
You don't need to reply my text in a ten to make me like you
You don't need to have a perfect skin condition
You don't need a artistically beautiful shaped accent
Nor do you need to sweet talk me into anything
Because you see
The boy who I loved had none of those things
We talked till the sun rose though now if I ever get a text from him
I will be as excited as if there was a solar eclipse occurring
His skin had many pimples but and his hair was another story
But I looked pass those and saw the way the dimples on his cheeks
Rose out and I saw the way his brown eyes lit
They were the most beautiful things I have seen
I no longer know his imperfections because I have fell in love
With every one of them
He never could complete a sentence without stopping to clear his throat
Though now he speaks well and high
But I am still in love with his long pauses
His pimples
His little stupid comments
Maybe now I have learnt
Maybe now things would be better
Maybe love could be better
After all
What is worse than falling in love with the most
Stupid boy
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
"You could never get mad at me"
Honey
Don't say things
You know aren't
True
"I've seen you mad, it's not that scary"
Oh darling
You haven't seen
Anything
And you
Have a big storm
Coming
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
I said I was walking on glass
You took me seriously
And asked me to stop
You told me to think
Of other ways to deal
With the crisis at home
And the pain I feel
I said it was figurative
What are you talking about
I chuckled to myself
Because I'd actually do that
But I'm fine
Just not at home
'Cause I'm walking on glass
But not literally
Figuratively
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
I notice everything.
And by everything,
I literally mean everything.
I notice when someone stops hitting me up
like they used to.
I notice when the way someone
talks to me starts changing.
I notice the little things that people do,
and the little things they used to do.
I notice when things change,
and when it’s no longer the same.
I notice every single little detail.
I just don’t say anything.
I'm not that different I'm just depressed
I miss him
and I'm sad, ok?
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Because I can't literally run away,
I go for jogs in sun drenched days.
Because tragedy is in my life,
I always turn back around.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
I spent the last half hour
Looking up names of fears.
Fourteen I named mine, but
I'm afraid to tell my peers.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC