#vapid
Feelin nicotine sick
Tho nev **** on a stick
Dealin wit dopamine *****
They don't need a fix
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 4:06 AM UTC
#*A promise I make
Believe in resolutions
Maybe, maybe not
To make or break...
Break...
Maybe yes
Easy
A rebel at heart right from the start
A promise I make
To my thoughts
They shall be worded
Maybe... maybe not
And
I shall keep
The promise I make*#
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
same sketch
cloned day
sundown station
schema
office workers
signed off
shuffle
numb
curbed chaos
train clatter
shifting gears
clashing sound
noise assaults
savaged senses
lulls into
stupor's rhythm
cardboard sentinels
stare blind
frames fixed on
blanched orbits
disjointed huddle
inciting life's
vapid
echo
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
THE FEAR OF NORMALITY
THE FEAR OF APATHY
THE FEAR OF ORDINARY
THE FEAR OF BORING
THE FEAR OF REPLACEABLE
THE FEAR OF SAMENESS
THE FEAR OF CLICHE
THE FEAR OF BANALITY
THE FEAR OF COMMON
THE FEAR OF DULL
THE FEAR OF SHALLOWNESS
THE FEAR OF TRITENESS
THE FEAR OF VAPID
THE FEAR OF UNORIGINAL
THE FEAR OF INSIPID
THE FEAR OF PRETENTIOUS
THE FEAR IN UNINSPIRING
THE FEAR OF TRIVIAL
THE FEAR OF AVERAGE
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
For an excessively passive person
I'm easily annoyed, easily appalled.
People are so stupid, vapid, mediocre
and you know its true so you try to
be deep and meaningful, dramatic
to justify how absolutely and inevitably
pathetic you are.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
She sprays her hair a lot
Doesn’t care about the climate
She says it keeps her looking hot
And she doesn’t even need to diet.
She drives to school driving
Her daddy’s fancy gift car.
She goes happily because
That’s where cute boys are.
She’s the Great American Co-ed
And intelligence is not important.
Someone saying ‘no’ to her are
Words she finds most discordant.
She only likes to hear ‘yes dear’
For her life to being going fine.
Everyone just has to understand
And then they must toe the line.
She’s a grade C student
Because she doesn’t like books.
But, she has no trouble
With boys because of her looks.
She is a willing target as well;
She likes any guy in pants.
Maybe even a rich guy who
Will buy her expensive implants.
She knows she will be
The most popular girl around
If she can just get her blog
Going strong and off the ground.
She has lots of cool photos
Of her in her bikini bathing suit.
She also has her phone number
And her measurements to boot.
She’s the Great American Co-ed
And daddy has paid for University.
She is afraid she might not get in
Due to the law about racial diversity
But she is sure her daddy will
Call in some markers owed by friends.
He’s done it before and she bets
He’ll gladly do it one more time again.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Oh honey, you'll be fine
divine and holding out hope
an angel with no god, no home.
Oh babe your ignorance
looks so good on you
stay steeped in wholesome lies
safe from dreadful truth.
Oh sweetheart, your dumb
******* head is so perfect,
so rottenly pure, its mawkish
scent brings me to my knees.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Vapid people
dribbling vapid shxt.
A society of fxck-eyed,
drunken infants
debating politics memorised
from Fox News.
We, the awakened,
plastering social media
with doll-faced mannequins
captioned with some Eastern Philosophy
we read in Cosmo,
enhanced with a filter
titled "Who The **** Is Lao Tzu?"
Comments read: goals af.
(Insert emoji here)
And praise the Indigo Children!
It's a true gift indeed
to talk about activism
until blue in the face.
My, what a spiritual hue, are you.
Are you?
A generation of craft makers,
weaving their way
through the alcoholic labyrinth,
drawing the Hungover Man
from a Rider Waite tarot deck,
for another episode of Dull and Duller
next weekend.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
The moon hangs half cocked
Between the condominiums
Swallowed half in shadow
It still gasps for air
With its dead lips out to space.
Went 0/4 tonight and still was a star. Sequins are the new legitimacy. Fingers, the new lies.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Waste not precious Time
teaching or learning from the Uninspired,
unless, of course,
you've taught yourself
how to learn by counter-example
(an increasingly useful skill in a world of e'er increasing n-values, One may add!)
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
I can see beating a dead horse
Is still in fashion
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
My hand glides across the page
Oblivious to what it's scrawling
Ink drags in streaks and curves
Without connection, without heart
Empty pages full of words
Words devoid of meaning
Hollow, cored, happily emotion-free
Unraveling
Undone
Scribbles to pictures
Doodles to dreams
The book is full of filled up pages
Vapid thoughts in black and white
There is the whole of who I've become
The nonsensical ramblings
of an underworked mind
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC