You may think,
That with a title to a poem,
Like that—
That I’ve gone insane, Continue reading
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Moving Days
Hello everyone. I can’t assume that every single post I’ve written you’ve read, so I must reiterate that I am fairly young. Early to mid-twenties over here. So, really, I’m late to the party—but, here’s the update: I’m moving in with my girlfriend. Continue reading
Poem: Human Teeth
Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,
The poem about human teeth,
You probably expected a rhyme here,
Too,
But you are mistaken. Continue reading
Poem: Mind Mental Mildew
Poem: Multitask
In an experiment,
I am trying,
This poem is being written,
While I am doing something else, Continue reading
I Really Need To Remember To Eat
Clarification, before you all get too worried, I am not suffering from any disease, nor an eating disorder, and I totally have the financial means to acquire a suitable amount of food…I just…forget to eat sometimes.
Like, it’s not something I mean to do—I love food and eating—I just get wrapped up in what I am doing and not notice that I could eat my weight in meat if I felt like it. Continue reading
Poem: Robotic
THE CALCULATIONS ARE IN—
AND WE DO NOT WIN,
THEY WILL RAZE THE EARTH,
WITH SMALL WEAPONS,
BUT LARGE METALLIC GIRTH. Continue reading
Learning Not To Worry So Much
I’m a worrywart. Not anxious so much as just very aware of my surroundings—and I’ve seen too many people spill their drinks. A long time ago, I developed this habit of sneakily handling things. I’ll subtly move objects away from the edge, adjust plugs so that they can’t short out, and quietly circumvent stuff that might cause people to get mad at each other.
As many times ranted, I know my way around chaos, and I know how it seems to work, so, if not me, then who else is going to do subtle acts to keep that chaos from hurting people, from ruining days?
But that doesn’t mean I don’t mess up in other ways. Continue reading
Poem: Poem, Poem
A Quick Nod To Friendly People
I walk around my neighborhood, yes, and I’ve talked about that—but I don’t think I’ve mentioned how many friends I made doing that. I’m known, now, and people stop to talk to me—they learned my name, they ask how I’m doing. It’s wonderful, and, as an ode to them, and to people all over, let me take a few paragraphs to thank anyone, and everyone, who is kind, who is nice, who stops to properly ask how someone is truly doing. Continue reading
Poem: Speed Poem
Poem: Zoom
Poem: Oops
The Playlist!
I write, work, and run to the tune of music. It’s one of the few things that keeps my mind sharp. It helps spurn me forward. But, I can’t just listen to any song, I’m quite picky.
Thus, The Playlist. A list of songs that’s been curated over literal years, and basically the only thing I listen to anymore. A song may be so lucky as to be added to it every month or so.
And boy is it eclectic. Continue reading
