I don’t need to start from the beginning, just where i am at currently
the feelings of undesire draw my attention
the lack of attention catalyzes my cravings
for love, and joy
for happiness, simplicity
why are people afraid of the cold
when i warm myself every day
and every night
all my life
i have been my own blanket
i hate the feeling of being less than
what happens to the equation that is always less than?
i bet negative infinity has a shitty life,
maybe we are the same, though.
Who is the greatest less than in this universe?
What i want is not what wants me, in fact,
who, or what, even wants me enough to get me?
none. no one. not a single soul has requested my company.
I hate it. I’m done with it.
My computer erased all of my poetry, and yet i still write it. I still continue to write.
a teacher once told me that poetry with darkness was ugly. ugly and undesired.
She said that she
could be dark all on her own
yet i still have yet to see someone who shares my darkness.
I am alone,
on my own
I am my own blanket in the
dark. Dog Days
Im bipolar. Im convinced of it
and you know I’m not just happy writing poetry so informally, its as if i have nothing to actually say
just things to do.
you know my emotions are all over the place, and I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough for something.
a friend texted me today
for the 7th time
complimenting my dumbest of achievements
he just wrote to me the sweetest words
he loves this ugly green hat i wear
it matches my eyes he says
im Polish he says
and he finds me
searches for me.
with a desire that i didn’t even realize until he actually tried
but i still can help but want something else with some one else
but each dog has its day, and you know what?
i may just adopt one.
I’m weird, is that okay ?
Thank you to the beautiful soul who contributed this poem. I really want to discuss this more in depth. What do you guys think?