Love isn’t Toxic

you can’t hide love
between the folds
of your sheets

you can’t pin
my heart
to your bed

no matter how
hard you shake me
only tears will fall

– the rest is mine to keep

No

you bought me a drink

that i did not ask for

like a four dollar beer

was enough

to make me fear

walking out of the bar alone

like you could fucking own

me with a tab

you were never going to pay

anyway

– i said ‘no’

The Game of Life

life will chew you up

and spit out the pieces

that it doesn’t like

but those pieces

are the best parts of you

the ones that survived

don’t leave them

lying around

for the world to pick through

SoCal Sickness

southern california is a bitter place

every year it takes more space

spreading across the country

like a depression

a tan blonde

with little clothes on

is the new face of oppression

History Lessons

the funny thing about history is that it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter whether it is true or not. history is always written in the perspective of the victors. history is rarely written correctly. but no matter what happens, one thing will always be true. history repeats itself. we built mediums so that we could write history and decide, for the first time in history, how the future plays out. and instead of building a fantasy, we write the same words that have been written on tombstones for centuries. not everyone can be a good storyteller. but everyone tells stories.

A.

Political Ramblings

“do you consider yourself a liberal”
you ask
as if there is
a correct answer to that

while I just sit
both hands
balled into fists

wondering where the fuck
you get off on
asking me to define
my education
my stance on
abortion
civil rights
constitution
bathroom talk
locker room talk
minimum wage
and gas prices

by picking a side
when they’re created by
the same institution
profiting from this divide

and i will reply
– “do you consider yourself an idiot”

Plagiarist

it’s hard to tell

if the shit i’ve said

will ever be heard of

or thought of again

or if every word i say

is just plagiarism

of someone else’s thoughts.

but when i sit down

to the blank page

words bleed from me

like therapy

and as the ink melts away

i hope you can read

the words you are too afraid to say

and that you will be brave

enough to change

what makes you so cowardly.

it doesn’t matter if you tried, sooner or later we are all gonna die