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 →

Dare you to fuck a blender

This thought, “broken, yes, that’s how the light gets in” keeps replaying. This idea that when you want to build a muscle, you break it down first. That’s how you get stronger. What doesn’t kill you makes you funnier; however, it doesn’t necessarily have to be your life’s purpose. I have to wonder if the... 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 →

Tell me about blue

When the “inner” world becomes inquisitive, the “outer” world becomes magnificent. What color is your sky? Can you actually describe it? There’s blue, there’s light blue, there’s dark blue, but I can’t say what blue looks like to me. Nor can I see or understand what blue looks like to you. I only call it... Continue Reading →

MahButtItches, LLC

Oh I forgot, I wanted to do this: The MahButtItches web-verse… -Website: MahButtItches.com -Facebook: MahButtItches -TikTok: Mah_Butt_Itcheshttps://www.tiktok.com/@mah_butt_itches?_t=8Ustgd3oHoA&_r=1 -Insta: MahButtItches -Twitter: MahButtItches -Snap: MahButtItches Brand consistency ✅ brand identity ✅ fuck whoever got MahButtItches on TikTok before me tho. 😡 although it’s kind of amazing I have this many free and clear MahButtItches-es. How can it... 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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