#nonchalant
I keep my poems about you in my drawer.
For, my feelings are stitched into pieces
as delicate as the fabrics I adorn.
Should I free them from the wooden box?
It’s easier to tuck my written infatuations between my worn socks.
Should I cover them up like clothes I use
to cloak my skin?
Tends to be it’s scarier to bare your soul
than your flesh.
So I hide secret love letters
among cheaply sown mesh—
long sleeves, cropped tank tops,
skirts, and pants;
All the clothing one could think up.
Too scared to seem foolish,
but I truly am head over heels.
Thus, I stay on the brink of becoming bold enough to tell you all that I feel,
or playing it cool;
and keep pushing all that stuff down deep in
my dresser.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
How can you sleep at night when you live to **** and torture children?
When your sole focus and purpose is child exploitation?
How can you even breathe?
How can you drink fresh water, that doesn’t taste of blood… that doesn’t choke you?
When all you believe in is hunting down innocence hydrated from mud pools, pulling it from its bud and burning dreams to a crust, calm in your mask of nonchalance…
When the child within and the child you’ve broken - watches you perform these abhorrent acts; how does the child within not shake with terror and repulsion, and every morning that you wake try to destroy you?…
Where are they? There is no child in you…
You are bleak, worthless, worse than sadness, not even material; just the drop of a soulless heartbeat in a void that drags on a **** cigar that will eventually crumble…
For now, you will try to butcher fine lands of olive trees and **** the green…
But you won’t succeed, because you are nothing but weakness
And the distant baby hearts that you heard and shot to order, as well as all of the beautiful, loving and creative creatures that you trampled like flowers; will haunt you…
Because you will realise that you have no destination, no duty of virtue…
Just a sick parasite heart that was too empty to question evil, but why?… too late to wonder as the foul thing ravens you alive leaving breath in your pupils… and bended buds rise around your frozen inward disgust…
But don’t let me stop you, light another **** cigar, in the hope of easing the brain… or there’s always the loaded gun when you finally feel insane…
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
"act nonchalant"
"im so nonchalant"
"oh my gosh he is so mysterious!"
"why is she so mysterious and serious?"
nonchalant this,
mysterious that,
what about smiling?
showing your feelings?
showing your happiness?
laughing is better than being
nonchalant
and mysterious.
smiling is better than being
numb
and serious.
living your best life is better than being
somber
and enigmatic.
smile in photos.
laugh with your friends.
scream at concerts.
dance at parties --
or even at the store
when a good song
echoes through the speakers.
be you.
not this
nonchalant,
mysterious,
serious,
numb,
somber
and enigmatic
version of you.
because its not you.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
in the morning, i will feign ignorance,
pretending to be fast asleep and unaware
as you pull on your shirt and socks
we should have been theater concentrators, like,
if we never talk about it, it just never happened
you're just so nonchalant, and i'm just melodramatic
and i'm never satisfied unless it's something tragically comic
so tonight, let's pretend to be enemies, let's become lovers,
let's drown in shared regrets, get too familiar with each other
after all, tomorrow, when we wake, it'll all be over
your missing friends and my crushing hangover
will, once again, inevitably, reduce us to strangers
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:10 AM UTC
Subtlety, and nonchalant
Brace reality and confront
What needs to be
Arriving at decisions carefully
Meditative & decisively,
But knowing when to be abrupt
Head held high, chin up,
Shoulders squared,
Ready to face what's in front
Dissected corpses of the past
Left in the lab
Behind the frontal lobe
History is,
Things that have come to pass
And things still yet to unfold
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
The glistening glare of dawn,
Dampens my view,
My eyes are all blurry,
Yet I seem to see it all.
The hollow shell that I am,
Fondled with the color of dawn,
Seem to find myself yet again,
The perpetuality of dawn,
And its evenness,
Makes me jealous and nonchalant,
Yet I seem to sense nought.
I find myself thinking yet again,
All these moments are irreproducible.
I wonder when I said this before
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
I float through life,
Ignoring the strife,
No kids and no wife,
And I’m fine.
I’ll listen or not,
I’ll like what I’ve got,
I’ll not take a lot,
I'll Not whine.
I’ll drink all the night,
I'll Fight if I like,
Then I might steal a bike,
Now it’s mine.
I’ll guzzle some whiskey,
I'll do something risky,
Then I might get frisky
And find.
A fine willing woman,
Not boring or wooden,
Lay on sheets a'woollen,
Bedtime.
I’ll wake up tomorrow,
Some money I’ll borrow,
And then I will swallow,
Some wine.
I’ll do it all over,
A young Irish Rover,
You better move over,
Einstein.
I’m young and I'm clever,
And I’ll do whatever,
Whatever the weather,
I’ll shine.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
…I took a “pass” on Life,
so I could
graduate in Heaven…
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
It's finally over,
I'm breaking out of you,
You were a cage in disguise of a shell.
You were coated gold,
I couldn't see the black beneath you.
I thought you were a shell of light weight,
But the truth was you were actually not there;
To protect me neither love me.
You made me believe that love was still.
But, little did i know that love was a nonchalant tornado.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
The pile of books
The array of papers
They long-await
that ink will pour
on their vacuous
void of emptiness
For the deadline
draws near
Yet I'm still here
Sitting on my windowsill
Lackadaisically waiting
Certainly expecting
For water to descend
From the firmament
surrounded by dullness
where a mass of clouds
are there to be seen
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
a meeting
of geese
wouldn't abet
their cold
and stranded
with nonchalant
only to
harry this
land with
ware that
their untold
riches could
indeed tangle
my heart
here wreched
winter blew
my nose
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
I thought I knew you
But you were just aloof
They said: he's lone wolf, lone wolf
But I say: he's more like lion, look at the proof
Sneaking, reaching for what he desires
Him and mercy have never met in person
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
Take a look around and rub the smog out of your eyes
Back and forth wipe that mirror of disguise
Stuck in a frozen grocery store
2 and five won't get you past that door
Spit out you soul
Spit out those lies
Travel straight past the checkout sign
Grab him for a few days or nights
Self medicate with the one you like
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
I care,
But sometimes I wish I didn't...
I wish I didn't know how cruel the world is,
But I do.
The more I know,
The more I hate people around me,
Hate on people who don't even try to understand,
To see,
To care,
But I also envy them,
I remember how much easier being selfish is,
When you simply do not know better...
Can I proceed perfectly, both empathically and practically?
Am I too weak?
Too selfish to surrender to my ethics and moral?
Will my life be better if I suppress what I've learned, ignore my inner voice and follow blindly the path ahead, no extra thoughts or worries?
Just living, simply being, following instincts that's been taught upon us,
Because that's how it's meant to be,
Even when it feels as ****** up as can be,
When everything inside you screams it's wrong,
But your selfish mind pulls you in,
Convinces you to continue to sin,
It's like you'll never win,
Because what's comfortable is safe,
What's safe is comfortable,
So you try to forget as good as you can,
To continue to live for you,
Not for them.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC