#versions
i think i just
witnessed a seagull
singing in the shower
beneath the runoff
from the drainpipe of
the neighbouring roof
reaching its head
proudly upwards
with warbling beak
opening and closing
as it gave voice to
its ornithic ballad
either that or
it was simply
just another bird
having a drink
from the closest
source of water
available to it
in the hopes of
surviving longer
than its peers
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
I am too full of moments.
they pile up in my chest
like unopened letters,
all addressed
in my own handwriting.
I don’t remember
writing them,
just the weight
of needing to.
There’s a version of me
in every room I’ve outgrown,
still standing there,
still waiting
for something to change
that already did.
I visit them sometimes,
more than I should.
I trace their outlines
like old bruises,
pressing just hard enough
to prove to myself,
they still ache.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:24 PM UTC
I firmly believe that all the struggles we face
Help in building who we are today
The pain residing in previous versions of ourselves isn’t easy to erase
But I truly think that it’s better to acknowledge the past’s ache
Instead of letting it eat you alive
You shouldn’t live for anyone but yourself
Don’t just live in order to survive
Live on so you can realize that the old versions of you
Don’t erase the possibility of new, happier ones
-Currently listening to “Mr. Forgettable” by David Kushner.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
a stop is called
a cold drop to death
and clothe my eyes squint tight
then clear the screen beam into another variant
a ********** (with a new approach)
broaching language
( the previous dud
would never have dared ! )
caring less with vicious rapping
reinvent the day from the perspective
of a new gimmy villain
**** to the experience and bite barking
take two you intolerable people
you intolerable world
the intolerable harking
of the intolerable day
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
s t a t i c
populous city
summer heat gloating
these isolated nights poison
anxious residents
all strangers to their neighbours
squared away
bedded
they coil about their trusted genitalia
despising
c o w e r
wolf ,
could you even go stalking in the woods ?
you'd get blisters
breaking in pricy footwear
that smart suit ?
ridiculous ; covering your fur
you've become cowed by your domesticated soul
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC
there was
one version
of you
who wanted
a version of me;
it was only ever
in moments
like the one where
you let me invade your
dreams,
the same way you wriggled your way deep into
my subconscious thoughts. there was
one version of you
who wanted a version of me
~but not the way that i wanted you to~
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
was it how you made me laugh,
or how that laughter decimated
my sense of uncertainty
and lulled me into a temporary constant,
where,
in my ignorance,
a real version of me
fell into a faux version of you.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
ripples on puddle
wind increase to tear surface
life below thriving
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
**
Who notices prepositions
unless they dangle
like earrings
begging the spotlight.
They act
like auditioning extras
or photo-bombers.
Of the people, for the people, by the people,
what does that even mean
when we, the people
are simply people
trying out humanity.
My nephew goes blah blah blah,
which is cute and could
mean anything when
spoken randomly _ an 18-month old,
like prepositions
_ the people:
_ God, we trust.
**
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
Who am I?
I am whatever they want
me to be.
Which means I'm me,
but not me.
A different version of me.
That is what I am,
but not the version I want to be.
One. The "Church Me".
Two. The "School Me".
Three. The "Work Me".
Four. The "Home Me".
Five. The "Real Me". Who is She?
These are the versions of me.
It's so hard to stop the bleeding
together of the versions of me.
The "Church Me" would never
accept the "Real Me".
The "Work Me" would cancel out
the "School Me".
And the "Home Me",
just doesn't fit.
There's too many versions.
Too many.
I,
need to delete
the lies.
I need to
Delete, Delete, Delete, Delete
the versions of me.
Tell me.
What would happen if
one of the 'Me's' deleted was
The "Real Me"?
Who Would I Be?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
And where were you lost...
( It was the point where I went to far ahead..)
And where were you found..
( It was the point where I found you..)
So may strangers stare at my heaven..
( Not enough people I know..)
Underneath the waters where I drowned..
( Could ever guide me home..)
So I choose the direction toward the dark corners..
( I walk into the waters in the dark..)
And lose my footing yet again..
( What is up and what is down..)
Falling through free darkness..
(Panic assures me no right direction)
I finally see where light begins..
(I will swim till I drown)
Both of us are trapped here
(Both of us are trapped here)
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC