Under head under way
Station is as station goes
Pause
Drop,
Merry
Me, I, you, how some?
Coming
To the North
Festive
Burial
Again
We young folk
Dance
On Wednesdays
Author: varjakBaby
Clinging, reaching out. Crying wolf when it's reasonable--all the fucking time. No one listens; you may free your ladder from the basement as due to rescue the light on the roof of the night sky. Favorite cheeses, in no particular order: Gouda, muenster, provolone, Havarti, Monterey Jack.
Slow It Down…
This is real.
Coffee engages my misery
I am human
Relate
to
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[conj.]
(next…)
Is it meaningless
To speak of the joy of poetry
What it brings
To share the art of words
Combined
In artistic ways
Artistically
With you,
My audience?
Is it meaningless
To speak of it
Here
Is it stupid
Filth
To spend an entire poem
Talking about poetry?
To Know Something
How much time do I have for art
Or the disgusting filth I subject you to
How far you will go
How far will I
Favor Me I Love You
I did not know
How much you love
Me
Or my accompa
ni
me
n
t
In rose
Utter due
Favor me, Stalin
I love you
Shit Fuck Luck , Explorer Favorites
That to say that I did not know
How much space I had without the icons in the way
Starry-dewed temptation frolicking , shit-heade ed
Fuck you
Stations
Where they went?!
This lucky
Lesser of Love
I didn’t come here to
Read I didn’t come
Here now
How you love me
You love me
You say you love me here now
How it goes that without it
Without your love I am naught but how
Knowing that life is a fragility of breath that sowing voice into
My mind may say Hello Lover to you
How I avow that you knew too little when you parted ways with
Me
How you are distracted by my infinity still to silence
Comes
The lesser of two paths
The lesser of pity glum
M’Girls
Sure, yes, less Jess
Killed me
Her sister dye
Dee doesn’t know
Me I sit still
Like the dog I
Yam[berly]
List
I like walks through the woods with my brother and mother
I like my brothers, to boot
I like my mom, most of the time
I like my dad, rarely
I like books, and I like when I’m able to read them
I like all media, really, if it’s good and I can consume it without losing focus
I hate my anhedonia
I hate my poor focus
I hate my inability to study, read, or concentrate
I hate focusing on my anger
In a way, it hurts to consider my pain
Which is a lesson: Am I making anyone’s life better by sharing my woes?
Well no, but, you do what you gotta do
And mistakes happen
But I like it
And I hate it
And I want it to stay
Oh, or rather, oh oh go away
In Turn
That I, now advanced, without inden
tation, ca’ expriss me own
feelings in screams of poetic musicality
render in pixels of testament
rather than the boring lull of wah wah
Hi stupid go to hell
n all that.
I am naive because people say so.
But they are cocksuckers because I say so.
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