my arms are sore from holding this heavy heart
i want nothing
but to drop it
so that i can hold yours instead
love is long distance
and the sadness of a friend
A.
Tag: poem
Becoming me was easy
with you
My body lives to do
those things you want it to
It was so beautiful
to watch it happen
In my head
But to look down upon it
my skin could grow
and shrink and stretch
and harden and turn
into dirty playdough
While your body stayed the same
while less and less
I heard you say my name
with endearment
Like my name became
a command and
all the love it once had
drained out if it
Like we twisted and tangled it
until we rang everything out
and sat it aside to dry
We all know why
we siphoned the love out
and poured it all down
in such bounty
We gave it to the creation
of our bodies
and our blood
while our love
dried on the counter
with yesterdays dishes
love after children
A.
Dear God,
you are a fire
a small, flickering ember
but that ember lights a forest
and a few houses
that surround it
Dear God,
youre fuckin cold
ice blackened on the road
youre the screams
as the car rolls
Dear God,
youre the flatline
while everybodies shaking
looking up and waiting
folding hands and praying
Dear God,
forgive me
for i have sinned
but you created this
why dont you let it end?
why would you mold
the whole world
and tell me i cant live
make me say your name
is it a fetish or a game?
A.
a million people screaming
their voices: loud and tall
my ears are fucking ringing
but my mouth won’t move at all
i try to scream, gurgling ink
you must think im braindead
but theres far too many people talking
to let you in my head
A.
Fear is a tool
That’s used to fool
You into choosing
Who gets your money
And its kinda funny
Because those dollars
At the end of the day
Are only used to make us more afraid.
Big screen, american dream, AR15, ass cream
Buy it right from your news feed
That you filled with all your insecurities
While they stood by and gathered data
How many kids do you have?
What are their ages?
Do you have a gun to protect them?
What are their races?
Do you think the world is dying?
Is the internet really lying?
Are they potty trained?
Immunized against the next American shit stain?
Shh don’t tell your mom
She’d flip if she knew
About the shit you’re into
How much it costs to consume
Tell her that it will be ok
Pop a prozac
Fuck the pain away
Rinse, spit and repeat.
A.
a generation crying about their rights
to their gender
to their guns
to their fancy new emulsion blender
calls on followers to rise together
from their silence
their desk job
and a keyboard built for violence
but the camera lens is too dirty
with a blurring filter
and a heart emoji
and we’re all too high and mighty blind to see them wither
A.
Memoirs of a Millennial 