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Eat shit, Fight the shin tzu dog treat Got no time for your bullshit Fucken leechy ass tit Eat dirt and revive Plant the seeds for the future divide Lesson lost in time Big booty hoes a natural divine Spit rust when you speak, ’cause your truth’s always antique. You old as twit Tell me…
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Resonate the bells of war, stand up and fight. Don’t let your dreams wander too far, for the wicked come to defile the altar. The echo still moves, and the silence never won. The ghost still rises, for the past that was never done. Rise with the quiet flame, the one that burns without smoke.…
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Ayer murió, ayer fugó. Solo queda lo anterior. Memorias surdas, recuerdos justos, lo que el presente olvidó. ¿Habrá lluvia hoy? ¿O saldrá el sol? Pienso que ella siempre amó un simple NO. El fantasma ya se fue. Ni se despidió. Solo dijo que no le gustó el pretender… Y yo nomás quedé ahí, con el…
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I wasted seven fucken days laid out on the couch like a sack of dirty, rotten potatoes, as if life had suddenly lost all meaning. How did it start? Hell if I know. One day I was living my best life. The next, I had a cough that started lingering around like an unwanted relative.…
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Daily Writing Prompt Stop Auditioning for Other People’s Problems
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Como decirte que te amo,si todo ya ha pasado.Al verte con el otro,quiero gritar y olvidar el pasado.¡Qué amor tan olvidado! ¿Quién seré si no fuera yo?Al mirar la luna, me pregunto yo:morir, vivir o discutir.Yo prefiero el metal y sangrar hasta morir. Yo, al nacer, me despedí.Y no te halagues, no era por ti.Tal…
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I am protective of my tiny heart.After all, my ego was shot.Left are the scars,memories of lovers left afar. I ponder sometimeswhat could have been.I always know my dreams;They never deliver the win. But I only have one goal,and it’s knowing myself more.Maybe I will never achieve it.Maybe one day I will succeed. Parted ways…
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It finally clicked why my ex still lives rent free in my head even though she broke the sink. She isn’t the only tenant. The place is packed. Literature occupies half the rooms. Philosophy keeps strange hours. The Iliad and The Odyssey won’t stop arguing in the hallway while Pablo Neruda and Octavio Paz watch.…
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Everyone says my ex lives rent free in my head. And yeah, not gonna lie, after 4 years, going on 5, it still reigns true. But the real problem is she broke the bathroom sink. The apartment in my head used to be in decent shape. Nice paint, nice fixtures, almost immaculate up until recently.…
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In the Style of Cannock Chase It’s raining outside, As time keeps passing by. Still I drift to sleep, A million dreams at a time. Sometimes I understand why, But when I close my eyes, It doesn’t matter why Only the things I love in life. Ah, da-da-da La-da-da, la-da-da La-da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da…
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BEFORE Years ago life was always about:“This is who I am.”“I try and I always fail.”“Why try when we all die?”I wore those words like chains.I patched the broken links.Tightened the noose.Maintained the prison.Called it destiny. TONIGHT But tonight it is about:“Why am I still carrying this?”“Why do I keep asking the same questions?”The ex.The…
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A part of this, a part of that Lonely on my keyboard I depart Thoughts always invade my mind I breathe, I die inside while alive Memories come and take away Joy and feelings of the day The house feels like a museum of things I’m trying to fix, but the cracks are all inside.…
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Drifting in the rain, The cold is honest—no more pain. I look to the sky, feel alive again. My feet are lead, My heart’s misfiring, My past is a ghost, still conspiring. No one hears the crying, The silence feels like dying. But one more time, let me fall. I didn’t intend it this way.…
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The world is a relentless salesman, peddling the “more”—more coin in the pocket, more titles on the door, more noise to drown out the ringing in your ears. It tells you that if you just swallow enough, if you consume the horizon, you’ll finally be full. So you feast. You take it all in until…
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I met you in the raw—no place for lies that time.It was the gravitas, the maybes that pulled me in,but it was the final “fuck you too” that tore us apart. You hated that I found myself in the bottle,yet you never really found yourself at all.We both drifted like sea trash,clutching at whatever wreckage…
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Woke up like a wet tissue—used, abused, and chewed up by allergy season. Eyes tearing up, not from grief, just from not sleeping right. I had the plan. I was going to training, head home, and prime the soffit. The vision was immaculate. I was ready to pull a “Not Today, Satan” on the whole…
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