#outlook
she sees genitals in everything
each human Cain marked
by its gender members
like gold stars for good homework
all animals are grades of randy
all dwellings are
swelling with symbolic heat
all art is *** oppressed
or freudulently splayed
the weather denotes ****** mood
openings are all the map
scoldings of geography
rude pink glints
making everything sheriff
all blood flow and flower
the violences the histories
all family miseries and strife all of life
is marred married
and wetly signed by its generals
'keeping *** honest
through creative abundance
is that it ?' ( i clumsy suggest)
as she labels a room full
of children at a birthday party
'adulting' their healthy play
and sketching it as
a theatre of breeding practice
she consults herself and says
'dunno .. but that's interesting'
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
The you … who thinks you’re not enough
To the you… who thinks you’ll never be enough
The you ... whose joy and hopes are smashed against the wall
Crying aloud for the father that made you abhor
Any relationship that could or should have been more
The man you thought was supposed to make you feel protected from within
The border named family
But sadly ...
You didn’t know that this is your sad reality
That you have been blinded by what media has fed your mentality
And made you see yourself less than your true worth
And closed your heart to people because of the hurt
But remember this is not the end
This is far from the end
This is the beginning that is to be reimagined
It’s the future that was blurred by all of the sadness
To the you that is limitless
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
No more days wasted running round and round
Hiding from each new unexplained sound
The negative outlook continues holding me back
It's time to get my life on track
Let past me die so I can be born once more
New confidence shining from my core
My mind will remain open my mouth will stay shut
Bedazzled jeans adorning ****
Stop creating excuses for my bad habit
My improved self is strong enough to quit!
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
too much honey
don't feel right
these scars
are warm
and they're shapin
the night
breathe deep
shake n fight
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong
for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine
or controlled
by need or greed
its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
So
I couldn’t bring myself to do it
So what?
Love comes around and goes around
High school was never meant to last forever
Four years in hell
Is better than an eternity of being dead
Plus
That wasn’t always my outlook
So what?
People grow and I should be no different
Single on valentines again
For the fourteenth year
Is better than an eternity of being dead
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
It can’t make it
It can’t go on
It’s numb
It’s giving up
It’s tired
It’s forced to keep moving
It slumps up
It takes a step
And another
It walks
It walks
It walks
It walks faster
Faster
Faster
It tripped
It cries
It sits down
It looks ahead
It wants to keep walking
It stands up
It walks
It walks faster
Faster
Faster
Faster
It’s running
Faster
Faster
Running
It slows to a steady pace
It made it
And It can’t tell the first line it makes it
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
Tiny bird, so full of hope
Longing to see the world beyond
Yet confined in its cage
Filled with illusions
Believing in a place
Where freedom reigns
Tiny bird, With crippled wings
Unable to soar
Above the endless sea
Chirping with faith
That its song will heal
Someone's distorted mind
Tiny bird, the door is open
A chance to take flight
And bathe in the Sun's rays
Look at how your eyes reflect
The glimmer of hope
That was once diminished
Tiny bird, harmed by cruelty
Taking a leap
Risking life for its desire
Against all odds
Tweets of delight echoes above
As a path has revealed
Tiny bird, with a world to explore
Unwavering in its pursuit
To see what lies beyond its cage
With mangled wings
He turns away
From the life that leaves him immobile
Oh, How Tiny I must appear
As this bird soars away
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 5:26 PM UTC
<If life and nature is the ultimate creation of human intelligence, then life and nature is endless . It can be formed and created in many different environments and laws of living . Though Intelligence isn't a cheap price , when it comes to value and worth of being here today . Experiencing sight , feeling, smell , hearing . Senses that all paint a beautiful living Experience in the minds eye . The view of every day after waking up from our daily slumber .>
-EC
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC
Sometimes you change
And so does your mentality.
You ain't recognize your taste,
Unfollow pages, cause now they bring anxiety.
Sometimes you change
And not only location,
But also people that you place
Around yourself, it's called prioritization.
Sometimes you change
And ain't making same decision.
New choices you now make
Do set new course and clear your vision.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
A Child full of wonder comes home
And hangs her coat on a peg
She hangs her backpack
Her scarf and her mittens on a string
the new friends she made
the smell of a spring and freshly baked biscuits
And the sound of Mrs Townsend taking the register
She puts her headband on the peg, with her name painted on it in silver
And her jumper with her name sewn inside
The whirr of the acorn computer and the flash of coloured pencils
The shyness and worry about not fitting in
The wish to be seen but not be the centre of attention
The worry about nightmares coming true
The realisation that everything just like the day has to come to an end
I will always love you
She longed for a skipping rope
She ties the rope securely around the peg
How sturdy with all this weight
She stares at the peg proudly
She thought about her day and her hopes and her worries
and thought about how heavy they can sometimes feel
So she knows this peg is doing a great job
At taking the load
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
I am Eve
I know I am life
I know why a heart beats
I know why the cat sleeps
Far too much
I know why the moon glows
I know why the mould grows
In the bread bin
I know why the earth shakes
I know why the dog wakes
And barks at the world
I know why the wind moans
I know why we break bones
When falling off benches
I know why the stars shine
I know how to write a couplet
As grand as Shakespeare
I know why the trees groan
I know why the hormones
Rush through teenagers
I know why we exist
I know why we like lists
And ticking off the boxes
I know why you and I
Can stare at the same big sky
And see a different thing
I am the raging turbulent seas
I am a cold cup of tea
I am whatever you make of me.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
I am daylight
of a dissolving stay
in Paris
looking over
wrought-iron dreams
peering through
baroque and promises
at the ransom note
written on
a sleeping **** sunbather's
**********
where it reads:
"*...our marriage
was nothing more
than a foxhole to you.*"
~
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC
Sometimes I stick out from my friends a bit - I think. It’s the French in me. Americans have this excité-ment about things - that’s, well, exhausting.
Sometimes, when friends are jumping about, they practically plead for my engagement. I think I have a genetic, French reticence, an observer gene.
True, I have my moments of bitter COVID lock-down angst but I'm doing better than some friends. Maybe because the French live slowly - life is just moments - once a moment has passed, it’s gone.
I wait, in my secret gardens, like a cat on a settee, sipping small pleasures. The poet in me refuses to zone out - there are poems in the stillness.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
I'm cut
Not too deeply
Perhaps a flesh wound
One drop or two
And then all is well
Closing over
Let the healing begin
And I will think of it no more
Goodbye year of the knife
Hello restorative day
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
A net sum of years,
and romanticized numerals,
Built up by birthdays,
to be torn apart by funerals.
Frayed ends of friendships,
pulled until they popped.
A holy mess
in the wake of a difference,
Between what said
and what was thought.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
You say you dont know who you are
You rearing to leave us a scar
I still dont understand the way
You sulk through life each day
Not that im one to pass
But im getting quite crass
With the way you say
Nothing is better today
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
This pain in my chest is frightening.
The strain of arrest tightening.
I can feel deep down inside of me .
Openly discovering .
Natural habits I couldn't see .
What does it take to believe?
In the light ,
Before the darkness is only perceived.
Clouds of hate with rains that come with a fee.
Every day the spitting image of blasphemy.
It's likely ,
I've gaven every part of me .
Nothing left but a empty blue sea .
Not a boat in sight to save me .
I try so hard to stay afloat of all my dreams.
But soon to be dragged down to the depths
Underneath what is known as our society.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
her crystal pedestal shattered
her tiara
bent and covered in filth
lying in a river of her tears
who she was now in soul searching question
the true test of a princess
is not how she holds herself when waving to the crowds
but rather
how well she cleans
the hearth
when finery becomes tattered
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
Breathe in
Your coffee every morning
Breathe out
The nightmares of last night
Accept
Your cat brushing against your leg
Decline
His apologetic lies
Welcome in
The clarity of brisk air on your walk to work
Throw out
Her unwanted baggage
Embrace
A new day, the sun, the birds, what lies ahead... independence-- you're not alone.
Push away
Everything which ruins your evening, paranoia, grief, the unknown...
The stars are yours to hold
Your life belongs to you again
Breathe, accept, welcome, embrace.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Every day you are given is a blessing
Whether you crawl through or sprint full speed
Not one single thing is greater than the gift of life
That sounds clique
I know this positive outlook isn't sustainable
Regardless, I will express this significant message because I yearn for it to ring true
Every given day is a blessing
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Unarmed and
Alone
I'm not going to be
foolish
Don't manipulate me
I'm tired, uneasy
I tell myself
I'm taking a big risk
I'm far too deep
To surface in time
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Everything about the future is so different now:
Thinking about the future before,
Used to be like fluffy white clouds,
Hopeful and filled with friends,
Back then, I could never have imagined not having friends
And I'm not even the type of person who's magically friends with everyone,
But I always assumed I'd still have a few,
And then it wouldn't matter so much how many people hated me,
Hypothetically, if anyone even bothered enough to.
I'm not sure they would though,
Because I don't feel like anyone even sees me,
Not anymore, and probably not in the first place,
But I didn't care then, enough to notice.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC