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  • MY CREATIVITY IS DEAD 

    I try to be creative  But my creativity is dead  I write so many stupid stories that I bury along in my head  I hope to make a change  Even if it’s small  But I’m really just talking to myself like a homeless person at the mall  So if my…

  • Sticky

    Life feels sticky like I’m pulling so hard for changebut it’s fighting meLike l’m on a wrestling mat, but l’m losingOr maybe I’m winningMaybe it’s like in the moviesWhen it’s the climaxAnd the protagonist is dyingRight before they get up anyway and keep fightingIt was a fever dream of a…

  • I would never make a great God

    I am so glad that I don’t control time You would always be my lover  Your lips would never grow cold  You would never die  We would last forever  Until you begged me  To let you go  hungover Playing around with my favorite moments  Over and over  I would never…

  • I Hate Her

    I have two different sides  The difference is one bares her teeth She lashes out like the crashing cold tide  I can’t let her win  I can never succeed in calming her screams  You probably haven’t seen her because she likes to hide  I hate her We are like black…

  • First Try

    We all crave adventure Attention Kissing for closure The hands down our backThe midnight talks The eye contact Sleepover We want to travel the world Reset our timelineAge backwards Ask ourselves why Live 3 different lives Who ever gets it right the first try M.A.P ©️ 2023

  • Gravestone

    There is time caught between a butterfly wing’s in motion It’s the sacred space we are scared to even speak of  It’s the same beauty that is found in the carnage of broken love  We all know deep down there are really better things above  You are drowning in your…

  • Beautiful Facade

    You asked me if I held a grudge If my hands sqeezed the barbed wire So hard that the floor was sticky with Blood If the ropes burned my ankles even though I had the keys in my pocket How many people thought they had control over me like God…

  • Haunted

    My finger rests on your lips  I hush you from yourself Running away from ghosts  Doesn’t stop the falling bookshelf But baby remember you will always have me  I’m sorry if that isn’t the comfort you wanted  At least I can whisper contradictions to your intrusive thoughts  If you need…

  • Hell He Created

    Why does everyone assume that Satan loves hellThat its his beautiful home designed so wellThat he is happy burning in the fireThat the screams are from his victims Or maybe his loversNot himWho romanticised his crusifictionNo one talks about his shattered wingsThat drag on the groundWhere the bones were crushed…

  • Scream

    I used to think I was sad all the time But now I realize it was just a blanket for anger I know it’s usually the other way around but I hate how I have such a temper I like everything to be in my control so I linger Try…