You remind me of a sad hand job.
Not quite what I wanted,
Nor what I signed up for.
You hurt a bit.
And I know I could do better myself.
Category: Short
Haze
A mist has settled over the city,
Clouding the tops of buildings.
Making the unnatural height of the glassy beasts a little more natural.
Just for a second,
It can be seen through the mist,
Just how glassy we all are.
A pocket full of change.
Yet we grant no change.
Hazy morals on a misty day.
Halter-Pop
You are eating a Starbucks cake-pop,
And I hate you.
Bleach blonde dipped ends,
Halter top.
Empirical Inchworm
Inching by I sit beside a nauseous narcissist
Waving through the air
Reaching for a branch that does not exist
Hues of green
I can see the sweat beading on his forehead
He vomited all down the trail
As I held the measuring tape
Empirical Inch worm
Bus Rides
Everlasting
I just want to be high
I just want to bleed
I just want to be intoxicated
Gather myself up after
Charming
Fuck this tea drinking
Cat petting
Romantic seeking
Bullshit
As simple as it seems
It’s painfully unreal
Raw
Anxiety filled voices
The need to impress
I want to hurt
Because it is simpler
Hypocrite
I feel as ironic as my moody poems
If they are even that
They are more like selfish rants
And I’m sorry
But fuck
What else am I suppose to do ?
Emotionless Candy
You ate my last piece of Candy,
You heartless vessel.
You are as emotionless as the poorly pressed candy smile on your stolen treat.
Sociopathic candy stealing fein,
Enjoy yourself.
Internal Thoughts as a Weirdo
I want to be treated like an endangered animal
I like her butt (it’s nice)
I heard him say “Not my beautiful mock chicken” as he screamed he grabbed for plastic that wasn’t his
I see there are more crows than trees in the cemetery
I like people that smell like cigarettes
I like to hug them
I think ‘I never liked her’ as the pleather chair she sits on squeaks
I don’t like to hug her
Holes make me uncomfortable
Pixel
Each time I drive I see pedestrians that are not there,
They seem so real,
But as soon as I approach they disappear.
Like the damp road has swallowed them whole.
When I focus on the road, the tops of the trees seem to swirl.
Like some sort of cursed entities,
Without the focus of my gaze their atoms may swirl and deform all they want.
It’s as if I am the glue that holds this universe together.
That my consciousness creates sense from utter nonsense.
Some times I just watch the road form in front of my eyes;
If you look hard enough it almost seems to be unfolding from nothing.
Pixel by pixel,
The road seems to say all we are doing is floating in a dark abyss.
It’s all just smoke and mirrors.
We are being deceived…
Well at least I am.
Short
Basted
If my hands were udders
And my fingers teats
Would you milk me every day ?
Eastbound
Instant microwave eggs
Not what I wanted for my sweet sixteen
Category loaves
Infinity scarf
Doesn’t mean you’ll live forever
Dollar store eyeshadow
Small Town Effect
Rolling hills and drug deals
Mark my words
The back of a stop sign is no longer innocent
Starrfishing 