Poems from B&W and the B&W era
Poetry
Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire
Poetry
I caught the words. My throat swells up. Jagged rockwall of things untouched. Rockfall holds the potential to crush. Isn’t a slow burn easier to adjust? I admit I’m giving up on us. Too scared to give you a chance so I rush. An hour or two, I
Poetry
You made me your prey But if we met by chance today It is you who would run away I am the beast your monster made
Poetry
You ask why I relentlessly express Every swallow drags across the rockwall of things I wish I’d said
Poetry
Your friendship tastes like apricot candy Soft, squishy, chewy and dandy Thighs thick Wit quick Bonding over jayvik I hooked you on epic A whole new man Call and response kinda getting out of hand I understand you only exist in my head I can't finish this poem
Poetry
TW Sexual Objectification My feelings are not a targeted attack. The pain comes from awareness you lack. A singular place where shame still resides: absorbing disgust and letting it slide. Though it made me feel sick. The flick of your wrist. Bad enough that you did it, why make me
Poetry
TW Forced Hospitalization I need a blanket burrito Maybe a warm cup of tea A tap or two on my shoulder 'It’ll be okay' you promise me Instead I’m shoved in an ambulance Cops and nurses on either side Injected and shoved in a padded cell
Poetry
Gaunt faces blend together Are you really all the same? Those who torture Those who maim Those who never learned restraint I understand you were hurt So what? Actions that seem rehearsed Please just stop Old voices echo in your words I have had enough Images fade along with your
Poetry
I am happy and I know it so I clap But what am I supposed to do with mad? I am happy and I know it and I really like to show it But I don’t know what to do when I feel mad I think back on all
Poetry
I don’t need flowery language to be misunderstood All I need do is speak to the same dusty old fools
Poetry
First I was stressed Now I’m depressed My body craves an ounce of rest But scrolling is what I do best
Poetry
In opening myself up to rejection I’m more terrified of a yes. The gallop in my heart belies danger I can’t put sweet words to the test. It’s easy when you’re being kind. Scrambling for one piece of my mind. Chilled bodies softly intertwine. Gripped by