#ouch
the Universe speaks in many varied ways
first this way and then another
voices within movement within stillness
a light touch, a stubbed big toe, a cry of pain 'OUCH'
a soothing compassion' a hopping around.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 9:47 AM UTC
Spending too much time
exploring one's own pain
is an inherent hazard
of a poetic mind
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
Wisdom teeth
Pulling our natural teeth from our faces for our future
Offense is the best defense
Pull all four even if only one is troubling you
Though the other three may be peaceful they are not useful
Of no use to me
Save the time, energy, and pain to feel them all at once
It's better to really hurt for a moment than feel the dull absent presence for a while
They may have been peaceful
I should have asked to keep the one who tried to stay
One, two,
Four pieces
I feel you deep in my face when you’re gone
Now you’re charred biohazard material
Ash that once was me
Choking some stranger instead of a cigarette,
Ouch.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
A Bee Upon my Knee
A Rhyme for Brave Children
From a Whiny Grownup
A bee upon my knee
It hurt’ed me
It stung me with a sting
And died, poor thing
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
I really do love love,
But love does not love me.
I love his hands upon my skin,
Though bruised my skin will be.
I love his kisses on my head,
Without them I’m as good as dead.
I love love though it breaks me,
So why does love just hate me?
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 7:51 PM UTC
Hi,
How are ya?
I was just checking in,
Wanted to see how you,
Were holding up.
Ya know,
Without me.
Glad to hear you’re doing well,
How’s work been?
Oh, I told you that you’d get promoted!
That’s so awesome.
Me?
Yeah, I’m doing fine,
Ya know,
Living.
What’s wrong?
Oh…
You’ve been seeing someone?
Well,
That’s...
Great,
Truly great.
You deserve to be happy,
Ya know,
That’s all I ever wanted for you.
Of course I understand,
You need to know that,
I always cared,
I just…
Cared too much and,
Well you were there,
You know how it all,
Turned out.
Well anyway,
I’m glad to hear that,
you’re doing amazing.
I know I said this before,
But I just wanted to say,
Again,
That if you ever need,
Anything,
Just please feel free,
To reach out.
Okay,
Sounds good.
Take care.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 8:21 PM UTC
Sometimes
I think about everywhere we've been, and the innumerable unreproducible moments
But then I remember quietly fighting about homeschooling in a Denny's
Sometimes
I feel like I'll never connect in the same way with another person
But then I remember that I am dramatic and each intimate connection is unique
Sometimes
I finally am finishing watching our last show that I just haven't had the breadth to pick back up again
And I remember the exact way in a specific moment of the show that you laughed
And how many times you laughed that same way through the years
And I feel pain,
deep in my heart
But then I remember,
pain never really fully leaves
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 7:45 PM UTC
When I planted those flowers
And grew them for you
I never thought of what you’d do
Perennials they were, with gorgeous hues
But you took them and cut them out of the blue
Stuck them in a vase for everyone to see
Watered them lightly until they wilted
And want faded away
Those flowers
To me
We’re me and you
The love that we grew
Cherished and knew
And at the first sign of beauty
You snatched them right up
New blossoms could not bloom
For you came in on cue
Withered and wrinkled
Discarded and dry
Colors all lost
Beauty long squashed
We were flowers in bloom
And we will bloom again
But the ugly remainder
Of what was and will be
Will always lay there
In the trash
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
Suppose, it is a toe,
one of your own,
hurting like hell,
as our culture defines acceptible
and unacceptible degrees of pain,
hurting like hell,
is always something we can live with,
once the pain goes away, hell itself
being only a feeling fit way
to speak of chronic pain,
same as, so what;
hurting like hell,
is always something we can live with,
until we die,
because there is no cause I can accuse, in good
cultured to send such pain
to remind a man that
time is passing and with that there
is always a good measure
of senseless pain we never mind,
until we take step, unmindful, of that toe.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 7:16 PM UTC
You know it will burn,
but you bite it anyway,
because it tastes good.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
"i love you !" i say as i tear myself open
with how much i still think you don't love me back like i do
what a clown i make,
what a sad excuse for a friend
not to tell you i was so insecure about us,
that i'd rather cry on the way home than in your house.
i won't apologize for feeling,
but i'm sorry for lying.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
coming to the realization that if i could let myself die slowly, i would,
was the worst christmas present i could give myself.
there comes a moment where you are so miserable that you can't even pity your own **** self,
self hate is so stupid,
so time consuming and egotistical,
and yet i cant stop it. i can't shut it up.
i am an ugly child, and i
don't remember how to live like an adult
when the world around me crumbles and cannot hold me up
anymore.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
i only love the kindness i give to you and i hate all the rest,
what do i offer the world day after day except the bitterness of someone who can't be bothered to live for real,
what good am i, for myself.
i don't know. i don't know and i'm tired of trying.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
please don't leave
your absence is unbearably
hard to swallow
difficult to stomach
painful to digest
but you force me
to eat every bite
on the plate
filled with static
it tastes like blood
it is so confusing
shocking and metallic
stinging my tongue
and hurting
burning
my throat
please
i don't want this
but you left
and so i have no choice
but to choke on this empty
breakfast
this is not nourishment
this is poison
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
You were the sun
Lately, all you do is
burn
my skin.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
huffed you’re fumes
sang the blues
ran through a light blue twilight
i lose cause i always choose
your misery over a good night
lifeless in the body of 20 year old
the sun is rising but my bones are cold
i wilted like a rose
at your toes
decomposed
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
************ with sandpaper,
smoothing the wood...
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
Carrots are killers
don't ya know
breaking off teeth
while ya chew
off to the dentist
I had to go
feeling the pain
yes, it's true
Sat in the chair
the doc and hygienist
my only view
it took em awhile
with pliers he smiled
and snapped up
my last wisdom
too...
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
I never thought
the words you’d say
would be someone else’s
your smiles, lies
open ended promises,
love turned disguises,
heartache and prizes.
last words said too late.
new ones said so early.
i’m beginning to think
your love for me was
just you in a hurry—
destination: her.
me, nothing but her seat warmer.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
"You suffocate me. while I stare at your belongings on the wall, I lay in this bed made of heartache. The silence is deafening while I think of you over, and over again.
They claim I’ve been suffering from some type of sickness, they’re right, although it’s a whole other kind of sickness. A sickness created in the middle of the night, faster than the blink of an eye. A decaying body, infested with the words that you used to sing to me, I watch as the maggots crawl over me, filling the gaps within my useless heart.
The melancholy in this heavy fog of nostalgia that I feel is relentless, I try and scurry away like a mouse, but unfortunately I wasn’t fast enough, the trap you set for me has definitely broken my neck by now. I can’t say my death is peaceful, because I’m absolutely and completely suffering from you. They all want to know why I want to leave, why be so quick and careless, I can’t help but immediately think of you, these walls are drenched in memories of you, I can’t help but wish to paint over them like I have tried so many times before, but it is of no use, the fresh paint will dry as fast as these rolling tears upon my cheek, and soon chip away.
Slowly chipping away my sanity the way you chipped away my walls to let you in. I let you in, just for you to paint over my luminescent walls with black tar.
I’m forever stained now by your hands, breath, looks, even voice. It seems there is no escaping you, after all this time I still see you laying in my bed, driving around this ghost town, eating the same food I would. It hurts more and more. I don’t have a home anymore, for this place that should be a home is desolate, with only memories.
I’m not alive anymore, I’ve been dead for a long time, living is being in the present and moving on, I live in memories, memories of us. Forgetting the world when I was with you was as easy as breathing, and now all I can focus on now is the world, thinking all the time of how you and I were supposed to be in it together, instead we are separated by irrelevant words. I know you’re hurting too, but in a different way, you don’t sit and watch the clouds go by feeling the pain in the back of your throat when you’re holding back tears of pain. That is all I am now, in pain, suffering."
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC