Tag: writingcommunity

  • 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. 
    
  • IDKWNTHT, but,

    Do you ever wonder,
    in a million voices
    screaming at you;
    hey,
    why am I such a loser
    piece of garbage?
    And you know,
    you know,
    it’s coming from somewhere -
    past, present,
    whatever.
    Then you realize, 
    it’s just one voice:
    it’s just yours. 
    Even as you write
    you know
    you know
    you can never share this
    because relatable trauma only,
    please.