"yrself" poems
hey buddy did u know that under a powerful microscope a wood chip resembles our universe just let that sink in
we are so small we are so fricking small ok u hav to make yrself known or else u'll forever be nothing but a tiny floating speck
is that what u want to be for the rest of yr life??? a **** fricking speck no i dont think so
thats some horton hears a who type **** ok thats not ok
u know what else
no matter how known u make yrself u will always be just a tiny little speck but hey u know what
some specks can be bigger than other specks and this is not always physical
sometimes the traces u leave behind are bigger than u will ever be
so make a **** impact
voice yr stupid dumb beautiful opinions and voice them loud
be the tiniest speck and climb up as high as u can get and fricking shout at the top of ur little speck lungs
we are here were r here we r here and all that good jazz u kno
did i just write a poem about horton hears a who *******
shoutout to dr. suess for being a radass motherhecker thats some deep crap right there ****
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
All we have left are diversions,
To pass the time.
A pantomime reality,
Without function.
Without meaning.
Those jokes we shared,
Cutting the world down to size.
They aren't funny anymore.
That forgotten t-shirt —
The stray intimacies of lovers —
The lacerations in my skin —
The blood that I spill —
The ambulance ride —
The last face I'll ever see —
You.
My favourite girl,
My favourite hell.
Io fei gibetto a me de le mie case.
QUIT TORTURING YOURSELF.
QUIT TORTURING YOURSELF.
QUIT
TORTURING YOURSELF.
Quit torturing yourself.
Quit ******* trturing yrself.
Quit trtrng urslf.
Quit.
Quit.
...
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
step into the light--
show yrself--
my black-eyed,
horned,
*******
stir me up,
shut me out,
string me up--
end tonight.
the pools
of fear
swirling in your belly
drown the saneness
of my eccentric existence.
end tonight.
step into the light--
show yrself to me,
dripping with sweat,
draining me of strength,
drilling me with smartmouthings--
poison crib.
poison crypt.
pretty curls.
petty cruelty.
hitting bricks,
slitting necks,
creeping beasts,
show yrself.
the moon
beckons you.
the mercy
forgets you.
my fist
tightens.
my blood lightens.
endtimes
begin
with the sanctity
of illumination.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
woke the **** up outta my sleep hot sweats and cold sheets
I feel like I can't breathe
Nightmares are my reality ,
I dream of anxiety ..
Starting a fight with myself!!!
A inner rivalry
Marching to my own beat
A one man cavalry
I exhale stress and breathe in confidence..
And if you don't like it you can go fu(#& yrself
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
you told me how you tried to **** off every part of yourself
and how easy it was.
how disappearing is inevitable
and the expansion of space and the universe
how small we are.
how you hate boys and yrself for being one
i tell u I'm not any better
and when I say to you that we're compatible you reply with a simple
"I know"
I don't want to believe that hell is real
but then you tell me how you see yrself
And maybe that's where yr head is right now.
all I know is that yr as nervous as I am
And I will hold yr shakey hands
until you can let go
without feeling like you're nothing
and the universe will keep expanding
and maybe then you won't feel as small.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
i think someone stitched my pockets closed
and the fluorescent light above me flickers,
as if it's possessed by a lonely ghost.
these days grow softer, lines fading into watercolor
and my mouth tastes like a hundred cotton *****
from all these pills i've been prescribed to swallow.
i remember when i wanted to be loved,
now i only want the beating of my heart to cease
but the pulse in my wrists belongs to someone else
and when i look in the mirror, the creature i see isn't me.
sundays are the days i was tangled up in the sheets suffocating
and choking out sobs i couldn't form into proper words
if only her arms could finally envelop me in gentle darkness.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
lying on the bench, arms hanging limply
cement's out of reach, but just barely
dishwatery thoughts conjured from your fingers
it's only at 5 am
in a playground for 6 year olds
that you'll admit the world terrifies you
slowly stitching back the seams that came undone
with mass amounts of pointless lovers
you'll walk home in the dregs of the moon
keys in between each finger of your left hand
always your left hand
static playing from nearby houses
neighborhood punks earfucking you nightly from their armor of oversized hoodies and daddy issues
greasy haired and waiting on his japanese motorcycle
a lovesick girl who refuses to admit she's tired
and for what?
dismiss and cut through the night's flesh
watch the stars bleed their light onto the black canvas
and use their ***** to guide you to your bedroom window
cold coffee spilt on the nightstand keeps the loose papers
anchored to each other and to the fake wood grain
the walls are dyed with fireworks as your eyes adjust
they'll never adjust
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
i think we’re both ****** in the head
i just want to sleep in your bed
sometimes i see you at school
it makes it harder to picture myself dead
but i just hurt everyone i touch
so i’ll go to sleep instead
we all have to be alone sometimes
when you see me
do you picture yourself alive or dead?
does the empty space in your bed remind you of anybody?
you read books about romantic love being a delusion
and i write romantic poetry
the person you really love is dead i guess
so i’m you’re best bet.
i think we’re both ****** in the head
we’re both laying in my bed
the only empty space is in my mind
call me when you feel like swallowing glass
gave yrself hell
so loving me would hurt less
i’ll tell u the dark truth about love
i will never be the right person
you are alone.
these moments do not exist
i love you
but
i can’t make loving yourself hurt less.
i want to bury my body
under my bed
i sway my body to teen suicide
while you watch me laying on your couch
yr going to be late to work but
in this moment you love me
i’m yr manic pixie dream ***** baby
i let my crazy out with you.
but I’m not crazy to you.
it’s just love,
but that’s the same thing,
isn’t it?
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
If we don’t extinguish the bitters
the chance of harvest will turn a cold
for such is a barren, and ex to fertile
talk to yr enemy, learn to look
past yr shaming, understand
look at yrself, stop being cows
because a mob is a mob no matter
and mind ceases to see
if it only looks at feelings
as boundaries to grow in
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
They never really said “stop”
Until the knife was fully in
And your blood was on my shirt
And my tears were on your skin
But you didn’t say a word
A face so unfamiliar
It turned to porcelain before my eyes
Had to close them, but I couldn’t
Wouldn’t touch a thing
Swallowed by impurity
Throat clasped against a wall
With my own hands and skin
Trying to tear my life away
Struck myself quick with a hammer 31 times
Till I passed out from the pain
It was the nicest feeling in the world
To forget it all
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
in a sense we're just a present tense expulsion
Refuting the rhythms, playing escapism
Thr'out's weaving flawless textures
Mapping exact, luminous essence of gold
Purity reign,
process.
symbol.
inferred.
--So it's like, no matter whom or what, we happen upon is a reference and different aspect of yrself, having its own experience. Trying to figure out certain levels of understanding, depending on their function of balance.
That's a mighty sweater
to be displaying on that pop-up ad.
And it's a ****** shame, somethings
even have to be mentioned
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Put me in some empathy,
Looking for the trouble,
Searching for my soul as it had drift away
again,
Could not find me, if you tried,
You lied , about your intention.
Complacent,
Parallel,
You couldn't tell the truth ,if you tell,
A mistake , it's a spell,
Beyond your fight there's a hell,
Thats loops over and over,
Here it comes you better take cover lover,
The lingo you misspell,
Never give up on myself.
See what I see,
why'd you choose me?
if you could handle me,
then why abandon me,
See what I see,
why'd you choose me?
if you could handle me,
then why abandon me?.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
I lay down to sleep with u right next to me you pull me close and wrap yrself around me like a blanket i lose myself in you please dont move i like it here .
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC