a literal crow
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I make music
I make music
2025 was for poetry 2026 is for something else
January 6, 2026 at 10:19 AM
2025 was for poetry 2026 is for something else
if you see this post reply with something do I have any active engagement here...at all? lol
January 5, 2026 at 10:03 PM
if you see this post reply with something do I have any active engagement here...at all? lol
In the dimming light of yesterdays sun
The new day has yet begun
Bloodshot eyes and hurdles among us
Strange fortune and sorrows chorus
We stain the wintergreen lanterns with
Hope
And
We will find each other
After all
Honeysuckle dew dreaming
Doe eyes too
Sweet nights
We
Will find
Each other
#poetry
The new day has yet begun
Bloodshot eyes and hurdles among us
Strange fortune and sorrows chorus
We stain the wintergreen lanterns with
Hope
And
We will find each other
After all
Honeysuckle dew dreaming
Doe eyes too
Sweet nights
We
Will find
Each other
#poetry
January 1, 2026 at 5:50 AM
In the dimming light of yesterdays sun
The new day has yet begun
Bloodshot eyes and hurdles among us
Strange fortune and sorrows chorus
We stain the wintergreen lanterns with
Hope
And
We will find each other
After all
Honeysuckle dew dreaming
Doe eyes too
Sweet nights
We
Will find
Each other
#poetry
The new day has yet begun
Bloodshot eyes and hurdles among us
Strange fortune and sorrows chorus
We stain the wintergreen lanterns with
Hope
And
We will find each other
After all
Honeysuckle dew dreaming
Doe eyes too
Sweet nights
We
Will find
Each other
#poetry
aaannnddd That's a wrap! I started this challenge for myself in Berlin on New Years on a manic whim. I will write one more poem for this yearly challenge after that who knows! It's been a crazy and emotional experience reading through every single one, reliving the emotions of this year viscerally.
For 2025 I have a resolution to write a poem everyday. Some I’ll post here. Here is the first short one:
Time changes language
In all the dust we write
The labels change but the heart
Remains hidden
slowly altering
But never fully fading
#poetry #poetrychallenge
Time changes language
In all the dust we write
The labels change but the heart
Remains hidden
slowly altering
But never fully fading
#poetry #poetrychallenge
December 31, 2025 at 6:56 AM
aaannnddd That's a wrap! I started this challenge for myself in Berlin on New Years on a manic whim. I will write one more poem for this yearly challenge after that who knows! It's been a crazy and emotional experience reading through every single one, reliving the emotions of this year viscerally.
Reposted by a literal crow
The black sadness
Dark underground madness
Tears collecting In reservoir
A tender private moment
The right notes struck
Music resonating the lock
That unlocks the dam
To let the floodwaters through.
#poetry #poetrychallenge
Dark underground madness
Tears collecting In reservoir
A tender private moment
The right notes struck
Music resonating the lock
That unlocks the dam
To let the floodwaters through.
#poetry #poetrychallenge
January 2, 2025 at 6:05 PM
The black sadness
Dark underground madness
Tears collecting In reservoir
A tender private moment
The right notes struck
Music resonating the lock
That unlocks the dam
To let the floodwaters through.
#poetry #poetrychallenge
Dark underground madness
Tears collecting In reservoir
A tender private moment
The right notes struck
Music resonating the lock
That unlocks the dam
To let the floodwaters through.
#poetry #poetrychallenge
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Lonely nights
Walking home
Or curled in a fetal position
In the dark
Nicotine, my only friend
Suckle from your teat
The dark nectar
Of isolation
Nicotine, my only friend
There when no one else is
You don’t say it will be ok
You are just there
When nothing else is
And it’s dark
#poetry
Walking home
Or curled in a fetal position
In the dark
Nicotine, my only friend
Suckle from your teat
The dark nectar
Of isolation
Nicotine, my only friend
There when no one else is
You don’t say it will be ok
You are just there
When nothing else is
And it’s dark
#poetry
January 10, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Lonely nights
Walking home
Or curled in a fetal position
In the dark
Nicotine, my only friend
Suckle from your teat
The dark nectar
Of isolation
Nicotine, my only friend
There when no one else is
You don’t say it will be ok
You are just there
When nothing else is
And it’s dark
#poetry
Walking home
Or curled in a fetal position
In the dark
Nicotine, my only friend
Suckle from your teat
The dark nectar
Of isolation
Nicotine, my only friend
There when no one else is
You don’t say it will be ok
You are just there
When nothing else is
And it’s dark
#poetry
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The price of freedom
Is sometimes isolation
Loneliness makes one forgetful
Of what another’s warmth means
Meander
Wander
Wild
Time loses track
Of the paths not taken
How many fires lit
There could have been
Paths uncrossed
But the one always taken
The one walked alone
In any occasion
#poetry
Is sometimes isolation
Loneliness makes one forgetful
Of what another’s warmth means
Meander
Wander
Wild
Time loses track
Of the paths not taken
How many fires lit
There could have been
Paths uncrossed
But the one always taken
The one walked alone
In any occasion
#poetry
January 12, 2025 at 6:21 PM
The price of freedom
Is sometimes isolation
Loneliness makes one forgetful
Of what another’s warmth means
Meander
Wander
Wild
Time loses track
Of the paths not taken
How many fires lit
There could have been
Paths uncrossed
But the one always taken
The one walked alone
In any occasion
#poetry
Is sometimes isolation
Loneliness makes one forgetful
Of what another’s warmth means
Meander
Wander
Wild
Time loses track
Of the paths not taken
How many fires lit
There could have been
Paths uncrossed
But the one always taken
The one walked alone
In any occasion
#poetry
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Rip you mad brilliant legend
January 16, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Rip you mad brilliant legend
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How long is the end
Days, minutes
Blend together like a shake
Frames askew
Are more disordered
Amongst the well arranged
If they are all at oblong angles
Then it’s just fashion
And the right angles
Are wrong
Disguised do the dead exist among us
Hidden in the ambience
Alive in the noise
#poetry
Days, minutes
Blend together like a shake
Frames askew
Are more disordered
Amongst the well arranged
If they are all at oblong angles
Then it’s just fashion
And the right angles
Are wrong
Disguised do the dead exist among us
Hidden in the ambience
Alive in the noise
#poetry
January 22, 2025 at 11:59 PM
How long is the end
Days, minutes
Blend together like a shake
Frames askew
Are more disordered
Amongst the well arranged
If they are all at oblong angles
Then it’s just fashion
And the right angles
Are wrong
Disguised do the dead exist among us
Hidden in the ambience
Alive in the noise
#poetry
Days, minutes
Blend together like a shake
Frames askew
Are more disordered
Amongst the well arranged
If they are all at oblong angles
Then it’s just fashion
And the right angles
Are wrong
Disguised do the dead exist among us
Hidden in the ambience
Alive in the noise
#poetry
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Intrinsic time factor dispersion
100000 Mutilated digital crabs
Sentient spreadsheets sending
Recommendations of caviar
Moodier meanings
Underneath networks of complexity
Grind xp
Before you were born
After you are dead
Inherent consciousness
Before the thought
I AM
Intrinsic truth
🦀💀
#poetry
100000 Mutilated digital crabs
Sentient spreadsheets sending
Recommendations of caviar
Moodier meanings
Underneath networks of complexity
Grind xp
Before you were born
After you are dead
Inherent consciousness
Before the thought
I AM
Intrinsic truth
🦀💀
#poetry
February 3, 2025 at 7:23 AM
Intrinsic time factor dispersion
100000 Mutilated digital crabs
Sentient spreadsheets sending
Recommendations of caviar
Moodier meanings
Underneath networks of complexity
Grind xp
Before you were born
After you are dead
Inherent consciousness
Before the thought
I AM
Intrinsic truth
🦀💀
#poetry
100000 Mutilated digital crabs
Sentient spreadsheets sending
Recommendations of caviar
Moodier meanings
Underneath networks of complexity
Grind xp
Before you were born
After you are dead
Inherent consciousness
Before the thought
I AM
Intrinsic truth
🦀💀
#poetry
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Dreams are dead
Survive now
Try tomorrow
The next tutorial doesn’t even
Fit your operating system
The one before that was
Trite
Learn nothing
Burn the project
We try because we have nothing
But an ego trap
If only to make the best
Program
To count beads
how pretty
My mansion will be #poetry
Survive now
Try tomorrow
The next tutorial doesn’t even
Fit your operating system
The one before that was
Trite
Learn nothing
Burn the project
We try because we have nothing
But an ego trap
If only to make the best
Program
To count beads
how pretty
My mansion will be #poetry
February 11, 2025 at 8:55 AM
Dreams are dead
Survive now
Try tomorrow
The next tutorial doesn’t even
Fit your operating system
The one before that was
Trite
Learn nothing
Burn the project
We try because we have nothing
But an ego trap
If only to make the best
Program
To count beads
how pretty
My mansion will be #poetry
Survive now
Try tomorrow
The next tutorial doesn’t even
Fit your operating system
The one before that was
Trite
Learn nothing
Burn the project
We try because we have nothing
But an ego trap
If only to make the best
Program
To count beads
how pretty
My mansion will be #poetry
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Aloe Vera in elven ears
Running after the
Grind
Nothing works
Sink into depression
On the couch watching
Why your dreams aren’t worthless
Wrong idea
Wrong mind
Wrong action
UnEnlightenment
Restart again
Still fuck up
Headache, disillusionment
Giving up
Continue? Yes
We’re all dying anyway #poetry
Running after the
Grind
Nothing works
Sink into depression
On the couch watching
Why your dreams aren’t worthless
Wrong idea
Wrong mind
Wrong action
UnEnlightenment
Restart again
Still fuck up
Headache, disillusionment
Giving up
Continue? Yes
We’re all dying anyway #poetry
February 12, 2025 at 8:09 AM
Aloe Vera in elven ears
Running after the
Grind
Nothing works
Sink into depression
On the couch watching
Why your dreams aren’t worthless
Wrong idea
Wrong mind
Wrong action
UnEnlightenment
Restart again
Still fuck up
Headache, disillusionment
Giving up
Continue? Yes
We’re all dying anyway #poetry
Running after the
Grind
Nothing works
Sink into depression
On the couch watching
Why your dreams aren’t worthless
Wrong idea
Wrong mind
Wrong action
UnEnlightenment
Restart again
Still fuck up
Headache, disillusionment
Giving up
Continue? Yes
We’re all dying anyway #poetry
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If only there was a mirror
To be self aware
How am I fucking up
Every moment
Who am I
In relation to the cosmic spectacle
Test the waters
They are dark
Filled with self loathing
And incrimination of
How alone you are
It’s just a trick
Some sort of shtick
Not a symptom
But a cause
#poetry
To be self aware
How am I fucking up
Every moment
Who am I
In relation to the cosmic spectacle
Test the waters
They are dark
Filled with self loathing
And incrimination of
How alone you are
It’s just a trick
Some sort of shtick
Not a symptom
But a cause
#poetry
February 15, 2025 at 7:31 AM
If only there was a mirror
To be self aware
How am I fucking up
Every moment
Who am I
In relation to the cosmic spectacle
Test the waters
They are dark
Filled with self loathing
And incrimination of
How alone you are
It’s just a trick
Some sort of shtick
Not a symptom
But a cause
#poetry
To be self aware
How am I fucking up
Every moment
Who am I
In relation to the cosmic spectacle
Test the waters
They are dark
Filled with self loathing
And incrimination of
How alone you are
It’s just a trick
Some sort of shtick
Not a symptom
But a cause
#poetry
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Anxiety precedes the act
triggered feelings inside digestive tract
oblong meanderings
this is the end of a cycle
decade long educative tricycle
the training wheels are off
its just you now
cultivating the inner child
now with a todo list piled
being the parent
that child still needs
#poetry
triggered feelings inside digestive tract
oblong meanderings
this is the end of a cycle
decade long educative tricycle
the training wheels are off
its just you now
cultivating the inner child
now with a todo list piled
being the parent
that child still needs
#poetry
February 19, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Anxiety precedes the act
triggered feelings inside digestive tract
oblong meanderings
this is the end of a cycle
decade long educative tricycle
the training wheels are off
its just you now
cultivating the inner child
now with a todo list piled
being the parent
that child still needs
#poetry
triggered feelings inside digestive tract
oblong meanderings
this is the end of a cycle
decade long educative tricycle
the training wheels are off
its just you now
cultivating the inner child
now with a todo list piled
being the parent
that child still needs
#poetry
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Missed days
Missed hours
Missed opportunities
Missed flowers
Im the dowry of the bittersweet
Running from something
But what I know not of
Missed times
Missed lovers
Missed limerence
Missed covers
I’m already full
Of whatever makes my head empty
Mid memory feelings mixed
In familiarity #poetry
Missed hours
Missed opportunities
Missed flowers
Im the dowry of the bittersweet
Running from something
But what I know not of
Missed times
Missed lovers
Missed limerence
Missed covers
I’m already full
Of whatever makes my head empty
Mid memory feelings mixed
In familiarity #poetry
February 22, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Missed days
Missed hours
Missed opportunities
Missed flowers
Im the dowry of the bittersweet
Running from something
But what I know not of
Missed times
Missed lovers
Missed limerence
Missed covers
I’m already full
Of whatever makes my head empty
Mid memory feelings mixed
In familiarity #poetry
Missed hours
Missed opportunities
Missed flowers
Im the dowry of the bittersweet
Running from something
But what I know not of
Missed times
Missed lovers
Missed limerence
Missed covers
I’m already full
Of whatever makes my head empty
Mid memory feelings mixed
In familiarity #poetry
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not quite tired
not quite awake
torn between comfy
and uncomfortable
not quite wanting to seize the day
but not wanting to stay in and rest
not depressed but not happy
middle way of feelings
is like being stuck between a pillow
and a hard place
not hungover
but also not sober
existing
not quite awake
torn between comfy
and uncomfortable
not quite wanting to seize the day
but not wanting to stay in and rest
not depressed but not happy
middle way of feelings
is like being stuck between a pillow
and a hard place
not hungover
but also not sober
existing
February 23, 2025 at 10:31 PM
not quite tired
not quite awake
torn between comfy
and uncomfortable
not quite wanting to seize the day
but not wanting to stay in and rest
not depressed but not happy
middle way of feelings
is like being stuck between a pillow
and a hard place
not hungover
but also not sober
existing
not quite awake
torn between comfy
and uncomfortable
not quite wanting to seize the day
but not wanting to stay in and rest
not depressed but not happy
middle way of feelings
is like being stuck between a pillow
and a hard place
not hungover
but also not sober
existing
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Nothing to do
nothing to say
alone in our thoughts
whose to blame
lonely city
prisoners in our cars
our phones are boxes
where we store our minds heart
in time it becomes passe
leaving myself to become
the same person I was
yesterday
#poetry
nothing to say
alone in our thoughts
whose to blame
lonely city
prisoners in our cars
our phones are boxes
where we store our minds heart
in time it becomes passe
leaving myself to become
the same person I was
yesterday
#poetry
February 25, 2025 at 6:11 AM
Nothing to do
nothing to say
alone in our thoughts
whose to blame
lonely city
prisoners in our cars
our phones are boxes
where we store our minds heart
in time it becomes passe
leaving myself to become
the same person I was
yesterday
#poetry
nothing to say
alone in our thoughts
whose to blame
lonely city
prisoners in our cars
our phones are boxes
where we store our minds heart
in time it becomes passe
leaving myself to become
the same person I was
yesterday
#poetry
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every day
you try to live life
for once
let life live you
letting the self go
not seeking, not wanting
letting the world occur
on its own
in the flow of the tao
missed the gym
played video games all day
no work
adversity is illusion
enlightenment is realization of
true self
a
lazy
NEET
#poetry
you try to live life
for once
let life live you
letting the self go
not seeking, not wanting
letting the world occur
on its own
in the flow of the tao
missed the gym
played video games all day
no work
adversity is illusion
enlightenment is realization of
true self
a
lazy
NEET
#poetry
February 27, 2025 at 9:23 AM
every day
you try to live life
for once
let life live you
letting the self go
not seeking, not wanting
letting the world occur
on its own
in the flow of the tao
missed the gym
played video games all day
no work
adversity is illusion
enlightenment is realization of
true self
a
lazy
NEET
#poetry
you try to live life
for once
let life live you
letting the self go
not seeking, not wanting
letting the world occur
on its own
in the flow of the tao
missed the gym
played video games all day
no work
adversity is illusion
enlightenment is realization of
true self
a
lazy
NEET
#poetry
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Subliminal running
Psi on fleek
Spontaneous emergences seek
Manic energy peak
Running from yourself
Into someone else
Peak into the glass of serendipity
Another me
In this sea
Of sonic melodies
Siren song opens doors
Into the ether soars
Soul seeking
nothing ever clicks
But now,hope
#poetry
Psi on fleek
Spontaneous emergences seek
Manic energy peak
Running from yourself
Into someone else
Peak into the glass of serendipity
Another me
In this sea
Of sonic melodies
Siren song opens doors
Into the ether soars
Soul seeking
nothing ever clicks
But now,hope
#poetry
March 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM
Subliminal running
Psi on fleek
Spontaneous emergences seek
Manic energy peak
Running from yourself
Into someone else
Peak into the glass of serendipity
Another me
In this sea
Of sonic melodies
Siren song opens doors
Into the ether soars
Soul seeking
nothing ever clicks
But now,hope
#poetry
Psi on fleek
Spontaneous emergences seek
Manic energy peak
Running from yourself
Into someone else
Peak into the glass of serendipity
Another me
In this sea
Of sonic melodies
Siren song opens doors
Into the ether soars
Soul seeking
nothing ever clicks
But now,hope
#poetry
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Deep sea creatures
Lurking in the deep
Race through the mind
Like cars outside
Missing memories placed in glass
Left to drift through fields
Made of dreams
Passing the song down
Meaning in the stream
Of consciousness sprawling
Curled outside in warm mittens
Raising kittens
Passing by
#poetry
Lurking in the deep
Race through the mind
Like cars outside
Missing memories placed in glass
Left to drift through fields
Made of dreams
Passing the song down
Meaning in the stream
Of consciousness sprawling
Curled outside in warm mittens
Raising kittens
Passing by
#poetry
March 16, 2025 at 6:48 AM
Deep sea creatures
Lurking in the deep
Race through the mind
Like cars outside
Missing memories placed in glass
Left to drift through fields
Made of dreams
Passing the song down
Meaning in the stream
Of consciousness sprawling
Curled outside in warm mittens
Raising kittens
Passing by
#poetry
Lurking in the deep
Race through the mind
Like cars outside
Missing memories placed in glass
Left to drift through fields
Made of dreams
Passing the song down
Meaning in the stream
Of consciousness sprawling
Curled outside in warm mittens
Raising kittens
Passing by
#poetry
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Born from the wreckage
Of the giants eye
Sitting between settings
Mixing on the fly
You never know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Time to ponder and fawn
Bleeding wonder down my skirt
The fall from heaven, did it hurt?
U say to an angel
That passed this way
U try to lay
But, Not today
#poetry
Of the giants eye
Sitting between settings
Mixing on the fly
You never know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Time to ponder and fawn
Bleeding wonder down my skirt
The fall from heaven, did it hurt?
U say to an angel
That passed this way
U try to lay
But, Not today
#poetry
March 18, 2025 at 8:17 AM
Born from the wreckage
Of the giants eye
Sitting between settings
Mixing on the fly
You never know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Time to ponder and fawn
Bleeding wonder down my skirt
The fall from heaven, did it hurt?
U say to an angel
That passed this way
U try to lay
But, Not today
#poetry
Of the giants eye
Sitting between settings
Mixing on the fly
You never know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
Time to ponder and fawn
Bleeding wonder down my skirt
The fall from heaven, did it hurt?
U say to an angel
That passed this way
U try to lay
But, Not today
#poetry
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Just like that your gone
Knowing it’s coming
Is like ripping off a bandaid
You know its going to hurt
But knowing it’s going to
It still does
Nothing could stop your wagging
Happy soul
From moving
Childhood ends
Dogs die
If only we could all be as
Joyful and innocent
As your
Bubbly soul
#poetry
Knowing it’s coming
Is like ripping off a bandaid
You know its going to hurt
But knowing it’s going to
It still does
Nothing could stop your wagging
Happy soul
From moving
Childhood ends
Dogs die
If only we could all be as
Joyful and innocent
As your
Bubbly soul
#poetry
March 19, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Just like that your gone
Knowing it’s coming
Is like ripping off a bandaid
You know its going to hurt
But knowing it’s going to
It still does
Nothing could stop your wagging
Happy soul
From moving
Childhood ends
Dogs die
If only we could all be as
Joyful and innocent
As your
Bubbly soul
#poetry
Knowing it’s coming
Is like ripping off a bandaid
You know its going to hurt
But knowing it’s going to
It still does
Nothing could stop your wagging
Happy soul
From moving
Childhood ends
Dogs die
If only we could all be as
Joyful and innocent
As your
Bubbly soul
#poetry
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Held together with duct tape and bullet holes
Jokes inside
Comedians leading in stride
Don’t look at the freaks
They stand aside like tweakers
Look at their scuffed sneakers
Huffing computer dust
Out of smartphones
Absorbing the Internet through
Rods and cones
Unconscious mind
Step aside
#poetry
Jokes inside
Comedians leading in stride
Don’t look at the freaks
They stand aside like tweakers
Look at their scuffed sneakers
Huffing computer dust
Out of smartphones
Absorbing the Internet through
Rods and cones
Unconscious mind
Step aside
#poetry
March 23, 2025 at 4:18 AM
Held together with duct tape and bullet holes
Jokes inside
Comedians leading in stride
Don’t look at the freaks
They stand aside like tweakers
Look at their scuffed sneakers
Huffing computer dust
Out of smartphones
Absorbing the Internet through
Rods and cones
Unconscious mind
Step aside
#poetry
Jokes inside
Comedians leading in stride
Don’t look at the freaks
They stand aside like tweakers
Look at their scuffed sneakers
Huffing computer dust
Out of smartphones
Absorbing the Internet through
Rods and cones
Unconscious mind
Step aside
#poetry
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Snow dripping
Ecstasy laced
Fairy princess
Garbage heap in your
Boyfriends jeep
White powder
Sticks to your cheek
For who do you pray to tonight
On the porcelain throne
Yakking your sins to god
To late to atone
Staying sleepless tonight knowing
That bitches outfit was
Cuter than yours
#poetry
Ecstasy laced
Fairy princess
Garbage heap in your
Boyfriends jeep
White powder
Sticks to your cheek
For who do you pray to tonight
On the porcelain throne
Yakking your sins to god
To late to atone
Staying sleepless tonight knowing
That bitches outfit was
Cuter than yours
#poetry
March 23, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Snow dripping
Ecstasy laced
Fairy princess
Garbage heap in your
Boyfriends jeep
White powder
Sticks to your cheek
For who do you pray to tonight
On the porcelain throne
Yakking your sins to god
To late to atone
Staying sleepless tonight knowing
That bitches outfit was
Cuter than yours
#poetry
Ecstasy laced
Fairy princess
Garbage heap in your
Boyfriends jeep
White powder
Sticks to your cheek
For who do you pray to tonight
On the porcelain throne
Yakking your sins to god
To late to atone
Staying sleepless tonight knowing
That bitches outfit was
Cuter than yours
#poetry