#shows
I am who i watch
Apathetic they say, but i learnt from chandler bing
All my nights watching friends as if i could change
Depressing they say, but i learnt from Spike
All my knights since i was 9 watching buffy the vampire slayer
As if spike could defeat my demons and win me a soul
Weird they say, but they never met me when i acted like charlie kelly,
All my nights watching its always sunny in philadelphia
Like someone could accept me for being weird
Closed off they say, but i learnt from dr house
All my nights watching house md
As if wilson could teach me to love at age 14
I am who i love
Funny they say, but i learnt my ***** jokes from my best friend
My friend of 5 years that loves me no matter what
Shy they say, but i like the small moment s with my girlfriend
The small quiet moments she taught me
Your loud they say, but i learnt from my friend group
A large one that never leaves anyone out
Caring they say, but i spilled my heart out to my friend i met within a day
The nights spent on a cruise deck spreading poetry to a friend
I am who i cried about
But i would rather be the ones i love
And i am who i am
Because of them <3
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.
Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
Just want to let everyone know that I have a book filled with all except one of the poems on here. The Book is called Patient 139, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) And Other Poems and you can get it as either an ebook or a paperback on amazon.com or at the link https://www.amazon.com/Patient-Okay-Promise-Other-Poems/dp/B0B14GS6PV/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1655527690&sr=8-1
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 1:18 AM UTC
Update on My face
These days
Mostly clear.
A reminder
Compounded in my chest cavity
This:
One simply cannot exude beauty
When they are ugly on the inside
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
You pointed out
all my favorite love stories begin in hatred
an offhand comment about the books and shows
I consume like air
I realized there's nothing I want more
then for someone to see me for my worst
pick apart every negative attribute
yet still promise to love me
all of me
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC
Remember those nights
When we were close.
All the trouble to you, I cause.
We had All the fun and watched many shows.
I miss those the most when you giving me romantically rose.
You are the best thing that happened to me you know.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 1:58 AM UTC
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
The life
Was so lazy
The night covers the day
The sun surely delays
The fear was gotten
The trouble is bigger
The heart is annoyer
As it does not smell
The scent spreads and gains
Good kind of soul
The blossom which opens
When it sees and shows
By my eyes which adore
To look after every rose
That will belongs to you sure
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
We talk during the day
And prowl at night
Donning our costumes
To prey on tv shows
No matter how many
Cute girls I meet
I will never forget
The ******** who raised me
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
A stark realization.
I'm, for lack of a better word, obsessed with South Park.
Not like collectables, clothing, or other cluttered stuff.
But like ingrained into my personality, seriously, like a face hugger planting seeds in my core. Hatching into satirical, political, ridiculous obsession
Half my inside jokes.
The majority of my random noises.
Sewn within my vocabulary.
Constantly murmuring on the TV like old friends at dinner.
In my achievement list on Steam.
On my blu-ray shelf.
Gently nudging me with phone notifications to collect my free pack.
Definitely used in comparisons at work.
Equally tearing down the walls of anyone and everyone.
I eat it up.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I have an extensive knowledge of things
many people might call useless.
I can explain to you the evolution of the Doctor,
the Dalek’s rise and downfall, the breath of a Rose.
Merlin and Arthur live in tandem, two sides of the same coin,
and it’s hard not to see, they mean more than simple friends in their reality.
Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Hael, Michael, Eziekel, Raphael, among many are
the warriors of God, a man who writes comics about the Winchester brothers.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” is my favorite quote from Russell Howard’s Recalibrate,
and Danial Sloss’s bit about jigsaws hits a note, a truth Ed Sheeran does too, in the last line,
“And before I get to love someone else, I’ve got to love myself.”
Of course, they mean romantic love, it can take someone loving you platonically to learn to love yourself.
I crawl around the corners, searching for this information, the tidbits I can throw at people,
Look and see me, I’ve got things you ain’t never seen before, as referenced to Secretariat,
said by Eddie Sweat. Tiny things, picked up from Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram, ‘tis I, the frenchiest fry’.
I have a store racked with snapshots of a million different stories packed tight in my head and I’m desperately trying to shove these facts to fill this void I cannot fill.
I can tell you blue waffles are Percy’s favorite food, that Nico deserved better and look at me like come and watch the kid with a slowly declining mental health as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself. Bo Burnham. BBS came from a video featuring a yellow school bus and a fuckton of shouting. Terroriser and Danisnotonfire are comfortable in their gender, and so is my friend Evan. **** the terms and conditions of masculinity, take the signatures and white out the scrawled names, break away from the lines we try to box you in.
Tumblr doesn’t always get it right, often times they get it wrong, but somethings I’ve found on there have helped me calm down a friend from an anxiety attack, have shown me truths I don’t want to see. It also taught me that carrier pigeons could fly eighteen hundred kilometers and were used as early as three thousand years ago. Have you ever seen what fan art can do? The stunning creations made by people who don’t expect any money or expectations? What of the fanfictions? We have to pay for food, water, electricity, but yet we can delve into books, a lifeline for many, for free? Kudos to them.
This is the world I have fought to live in since I can remember. This is the hunger I am trying to sate inside of me, but it only grows and I can’t keep up with it. When I can’t be me… facts, connections, the only places I can feel through are the books, movies, shows, YouTube videos. I make reference after reference, hoping to connect with someone else, to find a place I belong and…
And I can’t stop. I can’t stop. I can’t—
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
I am a collection
of half-watched movies
End yet to-be-determined
Stuck in the middle bits
An unfinished biography
of a life put on-pause
The characters have no future
Just like I have no future
My library remains full
An over-whelming archive
When will the master
finish the piece?
The follow through
is the most important part
The neurotic longs to discover
the treasure at the end of it all
Though sometimes the final destination
is only death or tragedy
Only pain and no closure
And nothing meaning anything
And maybe the movies are
half-finished because
I already know
I'll be disappointed in the ending.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Reality show
Notoriety hoes
Follow what glows
Behind a fame nose
In a shame pose
As the game goes
They keep staying low
While nasty stains grow
From thinking vapidly
And acting rapidly
Not speaking factually
We don’t see them actually
Seeming tame
And plain
Seeking fame
Their aim
All the same
They play a game
Of hoops of flame
Becoming circus acts
By removing tact
On a negative track
Of shooting flak
And shooting back
Negativity attracts
Harmful impacts
At an old impasse
Of cold syntax
Warranting a gin tax
Drinking from a tin flask
So the emptiness is masked
The reverb
Resurge
Rewords
The birds
Caught in the Internet
Like a flying intercept
Stealing their intellect
With a mundane misdirect
Of inane interests
A new method for dollar dreamers
Now the cynical screamers
Are digital streamers
Pivotal pleasers
Concerned with clicks
By scratch and kick
They hatch a trick
To match a *****
Dispatched to fix
Their lack of hits
The loud and obnoxious
Are proud of the noxious
And opening boxes
They stream video games
Other people made
They just played
For a good grade
In the leisure lane
No pleasure or pain
To treasure my brain
Their reality shows
In modality woes
Personality froze
Under their nose
In a monitor glow
Development slows
As far as irrelevant goes
They’re part of the flow
That doesn’t grow
Taking the shameful road to attention
For a dishonorable mention
Avoiding knowledge retention
For a superficial invention
Of social extension
They have a fatal mentality
That perception is reality
But the exception is vitality
That isn’t just an eventuality
For one must be capable and willing
To try to produce something fulfilling
Instead of just simple time killing
While hourglass sand keeps spilling
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Be quick, before a rain
d
r
o
p
spills off the rainbow bowl.
And the smiling rose
shows the world
the sun in its dew.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
in chlorine soaked clothes
we take our highs with our lows
you'll know when it shows
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
i look for signs
in all the cardboard signs
never find them
keep my money
keep the windows open
keep cold hands
keep my lighter busy
devil dancing all the way behind me
not a pretty picture
by day, a five year old child
who needs to be told what to do
if they hadn't have cut out my tongue
old boy, I'd really have a lot to say
about the guy in the purple bandanna,
hadn't seen him in months, but he re-emerged
recently,
he is still short, his hair is still curly
he still carries himself importantly
looking so ridiculous to me
it's been mean out lately
a woman is yelling at him
he calls her a ****
she keeps right on yelling
she really has a lot to say
she keeps on walking away in both directions
and she keeps on coming back
she is not going to shut the **** up
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none. Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever
To be normal? Ha! Never.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC