I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.
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Spinning Out
Spinning Outthey call ityou’re losing controlthey call ityou’re making no sensethey call itwe don’t want to deal with itthey call ityour feelings are too muchthey call ityou’re making it upthey call itit’s not real they call ityou’re faking itthey call ityou want people to feel bad for you they call it. We’re so sorrythey callContinue reading “Spinning Out”
The Weekend
Ah the weekendthis human conception of timethis monetization of freedomWe live all week for some reposeonly to spend half of it dreading the nextfor whatWhat life is this?
on existence
I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”
into the void
I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”
love letter to the sun
The winter sun is so much different than the summer sunsure she shines all the samebut the heat is barely there.I wish I could adequately explain the way the feeling’s different too.The way she touches my skinand meets my eye, reminding me of all the winters passed.Shivering cold, replaying memories of warmer days.The summer sunContinue reading “love letter to the sun”
there’s no place like….
There is nothing worth saying right nowWe have been stripped of our freedoms time & time againI am a caged bird who refuses to singI am bored and restless and anxious for the future.Others are wondering how they’ll pay their rent or buy foodand I’ve been there, albeit for different reasonsI know it’s hard andContinue reading “there’s no place like….”
One Year
A year has gone byand not a day I haven’t thought of youSometimes I feel like my heart was buried with younot my physical heart, of course but the one that still hurts. I loved you at a time when i needed to be seen and somehow you saw me You taught me a newContinue reading “One Year”
Discourse on Grief
I sit here today and I think of you. I think of you often, everyday even, but today it’s supposed to be different because today is your birthday and it both is different and isn’t different all the same. The missing you is still the same, the cruel way the brain can skip down memoryContinue reading “Discourse on Grief”
questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
pretty words for wicked girls 