#upload
I upload poems and
I upload junk and
I upload words and
I upload stories and
They may not be good but
All of these things are
Mine.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
White Converse shoes,
Pants pulled up like
You came straight
From the 50s.
McFly! McFly!
You were reading
The paper when
You got up to ask me
To borrow a chair.
After all, it was dark
Where you were sitting,
And it takes a healthy
Amount of natural light
To read the paper.
At least that's what you told me.
Of course I obliged because
It does make it easier
For me to write about you when
You're sitting right across
From me. Mr. Plaid Shirt with
A Pilot G-2 Gel Ballpoint Pen.
Maybe if you're lucky,
Your coffee won't be cold
By the time you read,
"Animal Cuisine, for Animals,"
Or, "This Sushi Waits for No One."
What does it say about me
That I would sit here
And describe you as you read?
I could interrupt you,
Asking you a few questions
To really get to know you.
I assume you're a kind person
Based on the laughter-lines
Surrounding your eyes;
Based on the way you smiled
At that young woman as
She walked by.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
anyone know why
profile and cover photos
refuse to upload?
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
if i could wipe all the memory,
just to get revenge
for all the times they deleted me.
sometimes i wonder
if i could unplug
and upload,
so that they would never see me.
sometimes i wonder
how they would start to forget me,
once the disk stopped turning.
but would them forgetting
be their revenge on me?
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
Outside of what becomes of
me,
the flowers remain
tender in the storm.
Magic cascades, blooming silent
trajectories.
From under her breath
she says she can’t do
it anymore.
A world dies
with every decision —
many worlds —
but to only mourn
what was left out is
to miss the note.
And if you miss enough
of those you miss
the music.
And if you miss the
music, well— God help you
when you hear the
silence.
Look, all I’m saying
is, she’s already gone
and it’s going to take
reality a minute
to catch up.
Sixty seconds,
that’s all you need to
forget the plot.
navigating protocol instincts…
discovering internal networks…
engage over[drive] ?…?…?
execute.clr\\edu*.do.00m ?
y or n …
y.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC