heaven is the silence you presented
all wrapped in chalice and neatly printed
the moon withholds grudges but not glares
unlike our choices, we’re stuck on who cares
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poems after midnight: my specialty
the last line could be better – i’m not saying it’s not a good line
i don’t have a husband to edit my poems
there was a guy once who tried to enhance me – and i mistook it for love
like i would send him my lines and he’d be like “it’s really good as is but you could do this”
and it was the opposite how i felt getting back an essay i’d written where the college professor even red marked the title
like sometimes them professors made you feel like you wish you were never born
it took 4 days to write and them 30 seconds to terroize
but he wasn’t like that with my words
he was gentle
and i yelled at him and all his friends
i mean – to be fair – i have been possessed – by parasites
i ain’t been acting according to myself – whoever that may be – cuz i don’t want it to be her
becoming someone new is difficult but they say 6 months is all you need
and 7 years to grow a new spine
so thank you for your silence – because ironically – your voice is the only one i want to hear 😐
even the accents – those too
i mean i like yelling at you?
all i said was “i like your voice”
and you were like “it’s not mine”
and i’m like “you don’t gotta be rude” and like instantly i knew that i don’t belong anywhere in this Satanic society cuz i always humiliate myself
i like to pay compliments
they cost a lot
maybe you could (or someone) could write a story about that
i’m sure it was already done
but God likes stories
now i can’t attest or speak solely for God
but like – who doesn’t like a good story?
could you maybe do audiobooks?
wordpress allows audio
im shadowbanned in society
an outcast
but tiktok wants me to sell u stuff
like what would i sell you? a pill for happiness? the next best detox?
a mini trampoline?
GUYS THESE SOCKS ARE GREAT FOR JUMPING
like can i just focus on writing poetry and not jumping off a bridge?
i do not want to commodify myself?
i do miss blogging but
not at the cost of my soul
i miss having a real life
offline
and until i figure that part out
then idgaf about being online
the landlord out here emailing 24 hour demands or else
so im packing my bags
and deleting my personal email
im not on call 24/7 for the fucking landlord
AS IF…
me the next time anyone anywhere anyone anywhere anyone anywhere
and not to be dramatic but mygunsoesnothaveasafety
or – the safety is actually on the trigger
so i mean my name is registered to something i cannot return nor do not want
ghost guns are legal huh
never knew of those before
andnowiwantone
and a story written about a ghost gun
so any premeditated thangy is an act of terrorism huh
and our private trash is public treasure
better start burning
they can’t track cash transactions
you can’t keep low in public unless u wanna take claim
Boomers are greedy hungry rats
people don’t care if u got an inheri – they will try and drain yer wallet
they won’t even say “sorry for your loss” but prob something like “not deserved”
well i wasn’t praying for my dad to die…
i identify as another lost angel
and sadness is all i have to sell
but i am happy to be packing and moving God knows where again?
im learning to be the lion in the den
im the lion tho and u better pray i am sleeping
ta ta 4 now
luv u
PoeEternal 