#terrible
I would pray,
But he's probably too busy,
Killing people
Tearing families apart
Spreading diseases
Watching children starve
He's too focused on his reality TV,
That's our reality.
He can't be bothered to listen,
To that teenagers cry for help,
As they beg for a reason
Not to
End it all
He doesn't have time to hear about,
Your pancreatic cancer
It's in operable?
Not. His. Problem.
You devoted your life to worship?
Too. **** Bad.
See,
I would pray for,
Peace
Or
Mercy
But he's too invested in his,
Little old game.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
I would rather decay
from the abundance of living
than remain untouched
by the terrible sweetness of being human
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
Interconnectedness
arrives
as a terrible greatness
yet departs the same way.
Some things are
never meant to last,
so i'm holding on
to the memos we had.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
In reverse of the waddle wheel
the landscape runs back in blow
of winds that take a hair threadlike’s hand
to dance a trickle of pathos
when I swallow.
Not thoughts of of prattle, but roars within struggle
as if time concreted through spaces, still,
to contingency thee confide.
What a subtle heaviness to stand where I shall revel
What a terrible freedom to know what I cannot sail
It’s gonna end.
But until now I can’t even tell
what I am missing,
for what, and by whom?
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Why'd you go and do that?
I miss you from two years ago,
Before he had his way,
And it scarred you for life.
I know you're scared,
But he won't protect you,
I'm afraid he just can't.
So come back around,
We need both hands to do the bird,
In our secret handshake.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
the simple folk surround me
the terribles astound me
i wonder which i am some times
and walk among the free
May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
It's terrible
No words said
Yet your eyes yell
Pinching aroma embed
Oh, well
I wanna be more innocent
To make your heart discontent
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 10:42 AM UTC
As he looks up in the sky
he sighs and wonders
he gapes and almost staggers lost
He sees one surviving star shinning brighter than the wandering lot
casting his thoughts like fish net
he makes a wish to his loved ones maybe they laughed
at the old terrible joke of the palm squeezing greeting
Or cried about another broken ***
The kids must really be my blood
And maybe she laughed the same
terrible laugh
Or grimaced in similar ancient grief
Lined across her fore head the day l last saw her
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
"You write so beautifully, your mind must be a terrifying place," he
said softly, though he hadn't uttered a single word.
It was his eyes that spoke to her the most.
She surrendered herself to the tears that raced down her cheeks and smeared the ink on her hands.
Found prose in the Rahul Bansal quote.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:17 AM UTC
these guys
i knew
were joy
that Burt
drew an
intel from
the skull
that blitz
found Congo
with stationery
a gorilla
strong that
Marshall Square
threw the
gis with
bib and
tucker home
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
Broken, bludgeoned
bitter curmudgeon
false teeth, fake smile
as I walk the extra mile
just to please you
and I'm quickly finding
that it's not my style
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
I know how you feel
its terrible..
its hard..
its difficult..
its impossible
its just unbearable..
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
So I did a few things wrong
So I acted kind of strange
Why tell these things to me
While hiding behind a screen?
Well you were gonna come to my door
You were gonna tell me it there
But oh? Guess what?
I had other places to be.
I wrapped my life around all of you
You mentioned how I acted like the world
revolved around me, but I did
But I wasn't
and now I have to pay
I quit piano lessons
and never joined a club
I ignored Bible Study
Just to talk to you
I waited and I waited
But no one ever came
To say goodbye to me
before I flew away
So instead of saying 'I'll miss you'
You're saying 'Fuck you'
And I did everything I could and tried to make you happy
But my past that spilled from my lips
Made you hate me all so much
and the way I was
just ****** you all off more
Sorry for being a **** up
But that doesn't mean
I'm going to **** it all up
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
i wonder
how terrible
things are going
around your mind
that you are able
to write those pieces
so heartbreaking
yet so beautiful
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
it has become
the daily accessory
hated and loved alike
sign of bad times
and limited mobility
by some
equanimously accepted
as yet another fashion piece
for others
a threatening symbol
of prescribed orders from above
for many
just a necessary nuisance
that will go away in time
we certainly need to change
our reflexes upon the sight
of persons masked
before Corona
at least in our latitudes
masks were a sign of robbers and bandits
now it’s the good guys who wear them
the bad guys who don’t
and … how can we be sure of that?
a real challenge to find out
just from the movement of the eyebrows
whether you face a friend
or not
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
We were a country that lived near the equator;
I was the land and you were my infinite sky.
We have lived and witnessed our aeons together.
Each moment fleeting, and passing by.
The wind whispers, and the creatures rumble
weeping for me the unfair weather I hold
Only the dry seasons and the rainy seasons come by
and the sky, he's always done what he's always told.
When he cries, he creates floods and storms
or peaceful drizzles and ditz so plain
and when's angered, he takes right up
the moistened land and then grants me pain.
At night, he's terribly beautiful and quiet
the stars twinkle like stickers on my attic
The silent love, and the prolonged memories
and what he holds, goes far beyond semantics.
I sung, "*Precious sky, I am your earth
the land you watch with clouds and dew*."
And he replied, "*Pretty land, you are my purpose
and there's nothing to take me from you*."
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
When I stare at mirrors
My eyes disrobe the lies
And shadows of my mind
Til I'm left with emotions
Creaking on worn floorboards
Stepping into a noose
Kicking the insecurity out
And waiting to find out
If I died
Or was set free
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
She sees the ocean
In your beady eyes,
And she wonders
What you see in her.
She wonders if you know
How deep the sadness goes,
And how she carries it
Just beneath her skin.
She fears you'll walk away
When she leaves you with nothing,
But the bitterness and broken
Shattered pieces of her soul.
She is trying so hard to hold tight,
Just to keep herself sane and whole.
But then the time came
When you started,
Seeing all the things
She sees in herself.
And that was the most
Terrible thing for her,
Because she was aware
That you won't s t a y.
And she was right.
You l e f t her.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC
My parents warned me about the bullies the responsibilities, drugs and terrible things, but they never warned me about beautiful tan skinned boys with hazel eyes that could make you forget how to breathe, eyes that cut deeper than a knife ever could, whose smile could unwittingly **** and make you forget how to think. And whose hands could steal your suffering soul and shatter your heart into millions of pieces. Whose gentle lips could make you stupidly forget all the bad things he’s done and keep you begging for more. Whose touch sent shivers down your spine and paralyzed you.
Oh god.
They forgot to tell me how he’d make me feel.
And how much agonizing pain I'd be in
When he left.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
My mother says that when she was was younger, she was scared of the lord.
More scared of the lord then her own parents and I, I am desperate for my mother’s approval and I am scared of her truth.
More scared of her truth then slowly slipping away into a dark place in which I may never return.
I am terrified.
Terrified of the chaos buried beneath back of my terrible brain.
I am terrified.
Terrified of admiring my own shame and maybe I blame this shame on my mother for never telling me that *** was ok, but it’s still shame and that’s all that matters.
For years, I never thought that I mattered. That maybe, the world would be a little less violent, people would be filled with a little less silence if only I was gone. Disappearing into space like I never truly existed.
But I have never truly existed, have I?
I walk around with terrible secrets strapped to my chest like they belong there.
If only I could say, “ mom, I like girls. I like the way they look sometimes even more then I like boys.”
And if only I could speak. If only I had a voice to preach and It’s a shame that young girls feel the same!
My mother says that when she was was younger, she was scared of the lord.
And I, I am scared of something that can actually be seen. Of something that you don’t need to look in a book and read. Of something that doesn’t seem that far away.
Me
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Maybe it's the warmth
Or the delicious aroma of burning meat
But I wanna go to hell
And smell
Don't know where I'm going with this
But oh well,
Time will tell.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC