Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: mood

  • around you

    Do that thing again.

You cry while I hold you,
like the little baby I am.

Don’t look now, 
but

wow,
I’ve never fucked up
so completely. 

Oh wait, 
yes I have.
  • Theunderbar

    Theunderbar

    Should I die tonight,
does this legacy 
of rambling
so easily capture as 
the dry moans of
midnight thunder,
the shaken masses;
flashing my love letters
down deep thrombosis
of their breaths.
Licking clean their contented
smiles,
byte by byte.
  • Soft Landings

    Soft Landings

    The saddest realization of all:
that happiness does not breed
romance. 
Destined for solitude until 
the need arises. 
A meaningful day
within a meaningless life.
I accept your cordial invitation
to a humble doom - 
to always fall back in love. 
A wolfish grin tailored by sheep.

  • down

    I catch myself wanting

    to break this bottle

    over the teeth

    of the fence directly left -

    to sit and cry

    a little,

    but I’d just go back in

    and buy another. 

    Also, I gave up crying

    for lent, 

    permanently. 

    Hit one on the first floor,

    because my muscle memory

    says, “down.” 

    Have I really become so afraid

    of intimacy that I’d sabotage

    anything resembling 

    just so I could go get let

    down. 

    How that bell rings

    around my head:

    You have it in you to die,

    coward,

    but not to live. 

    You’re lucky my guilt

    outweighs my disgust.