poetry & miscellanea

"journal - jan 5 2024"

To be honest, I don’t really care about the world or glory or money or anything. All I care about is connection. We all make it hard to do that with each other sometimes.

All I wanna do is go outside and yell: “HEY EVERYBODY!!!! SEE ALL THIS STUFF?! WHO FUCKING CARES??!???!! LETS FUCK.” I guess that’s the Floridian in me

Alright, it’s 1:34. Here comes FLCL.

"oh renae"

Let’s go back while we can
Now we’ve seen the path ahead
Salvage the meaning later
In private with the tapes

You look so good in a poem
You are heavenly in song
Where you'will be much be better off
Until the real article’s forgotten

We share this wound together
Best not to slice at the stitches
Or admire the way the blood drips

I wondered what would become
If we opened up our hearts
And I will wonder forever
Whether it left us better off

I don’t have to
Close my eyes
To find the answer
It’s a part of me now

Oh Renae, I swear
It feels like nothing good will ever happen again
Sweet love; my friend,
It feels like nothing good will ever happen again

"barbenheimer blues"

I've been thinking about dying

Warm and heavy, safe and secure

How the blackness will engulf me

And all of my burdens, too

I killed myself to be like you

And I must bear the blame

I uncovered truths I wish I hadn’t

But I'm moving on today

Cause when you're alright with death

They can't hold a gun to your head

When you can't find reasons to go on

Sometimes, you just build the bomb