Black Hole, Run
With it and Hip
Some days, I am a birthday candle in a wind tunnel Others, I am the wildfires started by gender reveals gone wrong Sanity exists in an hourglass for me - the sands drop not of time but as a reminder that an invisible hand can shake the granules between sane and in-sane whenever. I stare... Continue Reading →
Alanis Morissette Needs Grammarly Premium
Alanis Morisette Needs Grammarly Premium Read on TikTok: Mah_Butt_Itches I’ve spent so many days chasing pride Seeking yours when I had none of mine Alanis knows no irony ⁃ But I do The day you’d say I’m proud of you comes But I can’t hear it ⁃ Since it needs a hello ⁃ After pushing... Continue Reading →
Pounding Flesh
I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
Narcissistic Cannibal lol
With wine and words, you drew me in Playing songs that stole air from the sky Your eyes undressed my soul, I became yours to devour My lips, you took first, in nibbles and nips My tongue was your pleasure, as long as it licked When it wagged too grandly, you chewed it down My... Continue Reading →
Original Poetry by MahButtItches. unusual imagery by mad GoogleFu
Derp
If time can heal all wounds, When's the button so I can press mute on all of these echoes of you Cause it's not the memories that leave me choking Or even the scars on the heart you broke in It's all those echoes of the words left unsaid It's the vomit & blood of... Continue Reading →
Game of Thumbs
Game of Thumbs Spoken word on my TikTok Mah_Butt_Itches I’m so tired of the game where somehow i’m supposed to care about your cries for attention and the banalities I call my day Where I throw up some pictures and assert I’m better than all the thoughts inside my head that tell me I better... Continue Reading →
Sterilize
Sterilize --Spoken Word on TikTok Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens... Continue Reading →
Irrational
Loving you is akin to trying to find the last digit of pi. Irrational. Loving you is like touching my hand to the burner and wondering why it hurts. Tho I swore last time the nerve endings have sizzled and there’s only the numbed sensation of maybe once more won’t. Then I have to wonder... Continue Reading →
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