I wish I could delete you Like a file in my heart drive Stop mourning a future That was never implied I wish I had an icon On my forehead’s third eye Button press, trashcan, erase you Like tears never before again cried I wish memories and mindsets had no recycle bin Where done just... Continue Reading →
I find what I lose most is my mind. It's fine, but leads me to inquire: I see the world; the world sees me Me, I think, flips so easily to we We tell me what I ought to be I lose days to "what is wrong with me?" No mind, we can seek what... Continue Reading →
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 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 →
I served you my heart Why did you accept Knowing full well You’re a fucking vegetarian?! Poetry by Yours Truly
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 →
TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more
Original Poetry by MahButtItches. unusual imagery by mad GoogleFu
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 →
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