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A man who chose not to eat trendy
He looked at the cost and then he
Looked at them all
And then made the call
He avoided the clown and chose wendy
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:37 AM UTC
I woke up to an empty space,
A friend, a soul, a heart that's gone, a painful place.
Memories of laughter, of times we've shared,
Flood my mind, a bittersweet air.
I hold this photo, a moment in time,
We, dressed in black, our spirits aligned.
Today, I'll wear black to say goodbye,
To lay you to rest, to watch you pass by.
The truth is hard to bear,
That I'll never see you again, never share.
I'll miss you dear friend, more than words can say,
Rest in peace, dear friend, may you find your way.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:38 AM UTC
do you ever feel like you're not enough? like what you do will never measure up. who to be and what to do have never come clearly to you.
i know you.
I know your pain, your sorrow, your lack of faith.
"how do i believe in myself when no one else does?"
you prove them wrong.
show them your strength, your courage, your confidence. prove to yourself that you deserve life, deserve to be on this planet we call earth.
we all have something to offer, you included.
show the world the best you can be and then they'll see that they were wrong about you and the things you can do.
spread your wings and jump, i know you'll fly.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
I roll my eyes instantly at the mention of "race" and "gender"
Having been oversaturated and now it's bitter on my tongue
Taught to look for agendas and obssessions
Hyperfixation on trauma and eras and mental health
I suppose everyone is mentally unwell when we go seeking for what makes us damaged
And perhaps we are delusional, creating things that aren't there, but we speak it into existence with the power of our lips making shapes and noise,
creating the next trend, lingo, aesthetic,
grouping, pairing, splitting, naming,
explaining away everything.
God this world makes me dizzy.
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 12:35 AM UTC
I woke up one day,
filled with fierce eyes.
Checked the time
&
didn't want
to get out-of-
bed.
Another hour
Another day,
Time flashes by
through hearts
dismay.
Planted
my feet on
the hard wood crevices
feeling my cold morning flesh
touch the floor
feeling
alive.
Glanced into the mirror
and here i' am again
a female beast
in disguise.
Tryin
to do my best
live day by day
to be treated like
an angry animal
through the
day
Breathing
&
living tired of the pain
I want to get away
somewhere far
far...far
away.
Sip
my cold drink
sometimes i may
not want to eat
so I slip my shoes on
and take a deeper breath
in then walk my way
out the front
door.
Seems
to me, the morning
is pretty quiet, with a fresh
dew and sunrise groom.
When I look around
there's no one in site
until the day goes by
and their back in
life.
Take
me away
from this ugly place
this is not my home
but a temporary warmth
filled with childhood memories
within good and bad
filling me in like
a hawk searching
for roadkill
in the distance
of a backroad
smothered in
a raw
delight.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
Feelings i wish they could fade it would make things easier i know u just wanna smash me then pass me i was hoping i could change your mind you don't love me u just love what u could do to me so don't tell me u love me
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Falling for u is hard because i know your no good for me but it all just feels so good to my body not my heart
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
I’m an Anti-Social Socialite,
rocking new New Balances,
most of these Kids aren’t rockin’ right,
they’ve got too much ego & too few talents with,
attitudes that need adjusting,
in other words they’re not talented,
when I appear Haters disappear,
call that a Lover’s Magic Trick,
written 10 books,
and still don’t know what an adjective is,
it’s like we’re Illiterate Literary Luminaries,
walking paradoxes in a par of Croc kicks,
kinda like an Anti-Social Socialite,
or a wise man that’s lost it,
even though we both know we’re never lost,
because we’re always here and always on topic,
and you’re never late either,
because the time is always now,
and I do all these things,
even though I don’t know how,
wow,
I’m an Anti-Social Socialite,
rocking new New Balances,
most of these Kids aren’t rockin’ right,
they’ve got too much ego & too few talents with,
attitudes that need adjusting,
in other words they’re not talented,
when I appear Haters disappear,
call that a Lover’s Magic Trick…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
new book available worldwide: 8/8/18
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
Comfort Over Fashion
Making the Stuffy Suits nervous,
uncomfortable under all their outerwear,
which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed,
because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form,
so I guess it’s not that ironic,
that I didn’t iron anything I have on,
honestly these words speak for me,
I don’t have to say a thing as I sit in the front,
row of the show with a girl as good as gold,
I don’t have to prove anything to any of you,
never let your perception,
of their perception of you fool you,
better yet,
never let,
your perceived perception,
of their assumed perception,
fool you,
it’s not our fault that they feel uncomfortable,
we didn’t commit their sins for them,
we didn’t those two stiff shoes on their feet,
they chose their own clothes and decided to wear them,
we didn’t place them in their own insecurities,
so don’t let their insecurities make you feel insecure,
you’re not obnoxious it’s the sausage that they ate,
stuffed their face now they feel nauseous and awkward,
it’s not your date that’s making them nauseous,
it’s the sausage and the conscience that can’t be washed quick,
so stop this feeling awkward because they feel awkward nonsense,
just stop it and let us be us because to be us is an honor,
let you be your self let us be us,
and let them just be their uncomfortable selves,
all overdressed with all their uncomfortably stuffy stuff,
and we can just continue to make the Stuffy Suits nervous,
uncomfortable under all their outerwear,
which is ironic because we’re the ones underdressed,
because it’s still comfort over fashion and function over form…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
@aaronlalux EVERYWHERE
∆
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Write poetry with me, and describe the constellations that plague your tattered, broken memory.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Red was not her colour
But a taste and sounds of her
No danglings, no bling-blings
Not even the style of Harry's.
She wear no stilletos
Neither pumps but fine kicks
Keds trend all over
Rockin' and spinnin'
With her preferred music.
At times, I then look down
Not to face the pebbled ground
Taylor's Red Collection
Became part of my up-to-date fashion.
(6/30/14 @xirlleelang)
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC