#saturated
the day was full
heat and tasks
yet my thoughts
remained on you
i burned and yearned
with fantasy in my mind
it twisted and turned
as you danced down my hall
intoxicated by your song
those words deep in my ears
i scratched inside
to see what remained
but I was saturated by you
as the day came
to a close
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
My brain won't accept any more emotional stupidity.
It's literally NOT POSSIBLE.
It's taken in as much as it can.
Wanna know how I know?
I'm not feeling what I'm supposed to be feeling.
I can't.
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC
She felt too many things, so many
she couldn't manage to process it all
so her brain was often flooded with
overwhelming thoughts of how everything
could go wrong until she couldn't manage
to think anything at all.
- saturated.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
The air, saturated with a putrid smell.
Foul, like a dumpster in summertime.
They're monsters, skulking around in the Dead of Night.
Leaving, a sickness in their wake.
You're revolting.
The way you take.
Gnashing your teeth.
Trying, to pluck out little hearts.
Attempting, to creep up thighs.
Don't touch me, with those slimy fingers.
Go before you die, rotting beast.
We are not a cemetery.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
One may be straight
like a saturated fat
One maybe bent
like an unsaturated fat
Or, one could be bent,
disguised as straight
Like a trans fat
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
Everyone I know is dead inside
So let's throw a party
Inside our miserable lives
How I love that twist
When I manipulate the situation
My others strike misdirected
Let's fill the empty
With motions from the oceans
Of our others' lives
Let's play chess for battles fought
In happy clouds of datura
Dusting our design
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
we have become saturated sponges,
soaking up unrequited love as if it were water
but we are running out of air and chasing nostalgia
like a blind man would his cane has to stop someday.
candy lovers all taste the same, sweet and sour
at the same time and bitter too. he told me he was tired
of just ******* around tired to coming in second place
tired of not being able to breathe because he was
a crumpled up dishtowel on that floor than cannot dry
because he was tired of absorbing my tears on his shoulder
and becoming a monsoon too big to live but too small
to make a difference. i said stay he said no i said i'll
change he said he didn't think i could i said i was sorry and
he said there was no reason to apologize for the truth.
but how can i not apologize when i have made you a trophy
story to tell my friends when i am drunk and moody
because you are no longer by my side. how can the words i'm
sorry not be carved into the cave of my mouth, tattooed
across my bottom lip with jet black ink when i still
call you, just to prove to myself that i am good enough for
someone at least how can i not be unyieldingly grateful
when you put me back together after i was a broken glass vase
and planted flowers in the deepest embers of my imagination.
i am sorry. i am sorry that i am too big of a mess to
acknowledge that i need help. i am sorry that i am so scared
of failure i hide behind big t shirts and razor sharp knives.
i am sorry that i lie through my teeth like a magician and
get angry when you don't tell me the truth, as if i have a right
to deserve it. but most of all, i am sorry that you cannot help
but grow flowers in a place where only weeds grow. my body
is an abandoned graveyard too beaten down to function
and you tried to make it a home and for that, for that
most of all i am truly sorry, from the deepest trench at the
smallest hole in my skeleton.
(h.l.)
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC