you can vent
but we only care if you do so delicately

how do i filter out
the poems about love

im not the writer of my story
im the main character in this chaotic novel

not wanting to die
is good enough

and tonight
we have nothing to say

Alone in the dark,
My tears are the only spark.

i dont have words
i only have pain

2 midlife crises
by the age of 22

conventional wisdom
is pretty useless dumb

life is me trapped inside searching for exits
hopeful for a moment to escape from bolted doors

im not so crazy about joy
if it must come with pain

i am worthy of love in the storm

an insomniac
with an alarm clock

how do your emotions
come in a rhyme

thank you for also being sad

i stay up so late into the night
and now its light  outside

i want to play by the rules
but i do not know them

i wish i can make whatever is killing you go away
i see you being beaten
and i know it hurts you so bad
i want it to stop for you
but whenever i used to try i felt the painful death myself

like what is actually after the sky
it’s either infinity or nothing

when im so sure im right
theres no way to believe im wrong

without language
poems would all be sensations

every long day
adds up to a pixel

exactly when i need to think straight
my mind gets clogged

The water is seeping out of my eyes
I’m left with a dehydrated headache

i have loved  her in the past
but now she is just my wife

and on the days most unbearable
she silently cried
and the tears on her cheek
would stroke her good night

i dont get it

you dont need to win at life
if its a stupid game either way

the flower placed in less sunlight wilted
and so she blamed herself for it

i do quite a lot
for someone who’s lost the will to live

Gd really be using me for entertainment at this point

i wont write about
the peace i feel now

if you fooled me
dont blame me

just squirming for a life of the least discomfort and its not working

oh just please G-d
tell me exactly how to dance

love is a matchstick

my life is a prank being played on me

my goal in life is peace
and no anxiety

what about until its ok

pushed onto the tightrope of life
continuously plummeting into pain

my emotions keep
throwing me out of whack

whats if my sadness all this time
was never up to me

quitting therapy is the depths

some of you don’t wake up
with a walnut lodged in your throat

the stories i make up in my head
the story of my life

someone is playing a prank on me probably with this life im living

the stress isnt worth the point
but im in too deep now

all the wisdom has not been enough i am here in pain

Unable to brush my teeth
bec throwing up from stress

there’s a virus in my brain
it’s always chaos on the screen