#mhm
...most of the time.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXCIII)
Come, mischief pads about on four paws, tail
Held high and twitching, as the cutest sense
Of kittens looks for trouble. Grapes from hence
Left out are ***** to chase, and leave sans bail
Out in the walkway til sweet sticky'd trail
Aught hope of finding. And how "innocence"
Returns your query with no answer thence
For all the little messes you'd bewail.
There was a reason Mum said cats as twere
Were best outdoors likeas the dog, the two
On snowy mornings looking in like's poor
To leave them out there, but the ancient crew
Of orn'ments did not 'scape sweet mischief's tour
Of duty as, of course, we'll swear "Mum knew."
17Dec25a
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
Cherry blonde girl,
find my hand on your waist-
and your sickly sweet smile
carrying me to my untimely demise,
just one more time.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
i know what it means to be lonely and un-happy, i know, i know. Know. no. Act happy. i wish you’d hit me till i’m complete rock bottom broke. That’s why. Things are so fake and surreal it’s weird, it makes me feel alone, but reminds me I’m not the only one who’s empty suffocating in irony. People are stupid and awkward like thoughts. - i keep deleting myself because i'm stupid, but i want this to stay.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
I used to mock couples for their PDA
I used to sneer as they indulged in affectionate displays.
Being self-sufficient was all I used to enjoy
And then, one day, along came this boy...
Just like that, I was completely enthralled
Made a hypocrite by my own free-fall.
Suddenly the world was primary and pastel
Like every year I'd lived was drab gray scale.
I was never the one to compliment a beautiful day
Yet somehow the days are gorgeous now, sunshine or rain.
I'm not the kind who bothers with smiles for smiling's sake
But when I'm talking to him I'm smiling till my cheeks ache.
I used to glare at all that PDA
That one couple I just had to shoo away.
They all still get the same treatment
Though now it's because **** long distance.
I'm jittery as though my blood is made of caffeine
I'm grinning like I just swallowed a ******* sun beam
I'm excited as though I just won the lottery
Because this lovely boy has made a ******* fairy-tale of me.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Where are you off to? A pickup game inside a palm?
Punishing heaven? Well why didn't I think of it?
Perfectly absolutely incredibly perfect...kind of.
Because John says excuse me every single time you poke him in the head.
Because the lemon juice-making machine is frozen for now.
Because I can't reach my grapes or my Florida anymore.
So cheers to you.
Cheers to your weekend gettaways
and your Friday gettaways
and your Thursday gettaways
and your wens,tues,mondays gettaways
They aren't here anymore.
They've left.
or you've compromised for Saturday
Florida has made an appeal for mercy from the
ghhhh
grand jury.
...close enough.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
i do not know why i am
Such
a
broken
*****
I cannot think of anything but my tomorrow and even
my yesterday, and how I ****** so much so I will again
I cannot hear you ask me if I'm okay, my heart beats in my ears, I am shaking so hard that I drop my juice and then
I
cry
if even for a moment I am sure of something, I'm sure an angel has touched me
I've got this much to do, and I say this as I
Stretch out my arms and you copy me except
You say you love me that big
but I do not believe you so I shut you out
because that is what I do
I am that little girl who can't stop writing dreams on my skin
or writing nightmares on my bones
I wrote 'bitch, ****** ****** ******* fatty, freak!' on my bones (and my bones are breaking) even though a few had never been spoken to me, but I
I could see them on lips that housed cigarettes
and maybe ***
and possibly alcohol.
Lips that kissed pieces of bodies that should stay hidden
until we're older.
and all of these things, everything hurts and I'm doing everything
wrong
And I'm crying and I'm asleep because I'm anxious
I'm afraid
r.c.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
i tried to look through your eyes today
at me, me, the girl who trusted you, (who trusts you, maybe...)
i saw a girl who sat, almost at your feet for God's sake,
and let words pour out of my mouth like i was
throwing up last nights dinner, because i hadn't eaten that night
and i saw a girl who couldn't face the mirror, because she
doesn't know how to act around strangers
there was a girl who made me sad, made me wish i could take
all the pain away
i saw a girl who was constantly HIDING (no, i was just... okay, maybe i was hiding) in too big sweaters and buns, long sleeves and leggings
dear GOD, its nearly 90 degrees outside, why are you wearing long sleeves?
because she has squiggly ink on her arms she doesn't want you to see
oh, oh but i figured it out
she wears these things because she's hiding
this is what you see- you see me, like nobody else
ever
has
r.c.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC