Dry

I'm pretty much out of old poems, but I'll post more as I write new ones.

Bad

i really like this, but it's pretty bad haha

I'm Fragile

Paper mouth

Paper teeth

Paper tongue


Paper eyes

Paper ears

Paper mind


Paper heart

Paper lungs

Paper ribs


Paper stomach

Paper bowels

Paper shit.

Strange

i was going to post a different poem, but i decided it was more of a rambling than a poem. so here's this other one.

Entity

A thousand suns and a thousand moons
Circling my very existence
I am no longer human
I feel as if I am something greater
Something more than that which is known as all
I feel as if an entity
I exist between two planes
And I walk freely within both
A thousand suns and a thousand moons

Not A Poem

This Is Anything But A Poem

I wish there was something I could write about you
I wish there was anything
Anything to write about this situation
But there's not
There are no words gracefully flowing forth from my fingertips
Just FUCKS and SHITS barreling out of my mouth
You and I had it good
And I fucked it up
That's all there is to say
The only thing to possibly even begin to say
Is today is the day I lose myself.

Body

i actually really like this poem even though it's dumb. it doesn't have a title

I need a human body
So that I may carve it hollow
Climb my way within its ribs
And live inside of it
Finishing out my days
Vicariously through this new
Body

Twenty-Two

here's a poem i wrote about being 22

Year

Still hungry after all these years
Still craving after all these meals
Still climbing after breaking all these branches
Still dusty after crossing all these rivers
Still falling after hurtling all these boulders
Still hungry after twenty-two years
What have I to still climb for at twenty-three?

Ghosts

i fucking love this poem

Story

I wish my house was haunted
So I could talk to ghosts
I would ask them questions
And get their ghost advice
They'd give me real answers
And be completely honest
At least then I'd feel like I was getting somewhere
By talking to someone who isn't actually there.

Experimental

i experiment a lot. here's another

Only More

heart

ache

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Crush

here's another old one about a stupid crush haha

Poem

So there's this girl I like
Well I don't so much like her
As I do hate her
Let me start over
So there's this girl I hate
Hate is sort of a strong word
But I hate her
I hate her because I like her
I hate her because I'm selfish
I hate her because she's not with me
I hate her because I like her
I hate myself for liking her
I hate her for making me hate myself
I hate her for making me unable to think about even beginning a conversation with even a single other fucking female because the only person I can fucking think about every single fucking day
Is her
And I hate her
Because I like her

New

here's a poem i wrote last night while trying to sleep

Past Present Future Past

The women of my life, none of them know
about my sordid past. The kind of past that
begs for a change of futures, but regails none. So
let them wonder about my past, a
life that cries for needing.

Crush

here's an old poem about a girl i had a crush on

Flame

She was at the party tonight
A crowded evening in a friend's backyard
A sea of separate words
Foaming together
But I noticed only her
She was absolutely beautiful
She possessed a different kind of beauty
She was a fire-spinner
Her specialty was a flaming hula hoop
I was transfixed on the flickering light circling around her perfect body
Every single curve of her fragile frame
Twisting in a separate order
Her thin arms weaving up and down throughout the orange flames
Her feet touching with the gravel beneath them
So delicately only her toes touched the ground
I was enamored but cautious to get close
So as not to get burned

Untitled

this is one of my favorites...

A focus of light
Blinking in the sky
Is that star signaling me?
A distant distress call
From another galaxy
Pinpointing the Earth
And signaling me.

Untitled

Thinking back on past mistakes,
The list is long
And scribbled.

Thinking back on past failed relationships,
The list is torn
And crumpled.

Thinking of my future failures,
The list is long
And scribbled.

It cannot be changed.
History repeats itself.

Untitled

Untitled

the supermarket is a breeding ground
a cess pool filled with young mothers buying sugar for their fat, hungry, bottom feeding children with their undeserved wellfare checks
stocking up on grease for the coming winter season
a family of grizzlies hibernating in a plastered cave
fighting over the last gristled cheese puff
sickening
america
land of the free
home of the brave
shelter of the slovenly

Short Experimental

here's an experimental piece. it's dumb

Girls

Girls.