Finding the Schwa

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the things we don’t remember (writing)

someone give me a high dose of morphine
to feel that high and feel no pain
someone give me a high dose of morphine
it’s just like me to give in so i can gain.

someone plug in the serum
i want it dripping into my veins
someone plug in the serum
make me feel like i’m insane.

I hate that people like my old, depressing poems more than my new, contemporary poems. Godammit. Guess I should go back to being an angsty teen.


it’s been awhile

the sun’s out

everyone is happy

our bodies are producing chemicals

let’s go chill

on the grass

with some books


I’m not very good at this friend-making business.
I sit in my room and make friends with the shadows on the walls and with the books in my hands.
No one ever told me I should make friends with people.

we dream of the stars but only ever reach the moon but someday soon one of our arrows will hit and happiness will reflect on every body

The water trails left behind by melted snow

the melted trails left behind by snow

the water trails left behind by forgotten snow

the puddles left by trailed snow

the puddles pooling after melted snow

My breath fans out like walking through clouds

my breath disappears like cigarette smoke

my breath steams the air to a higher plane

my breath exits my mouth to form clouds

my breath is the fog

my breath contributes to the clouds

We are walking down a slippery slope

there is a slippery slope

that is a slipper slope we are falling down

before us lies a slippery slope and we must climb

slipper slopes are similar to slippery slopes

so much energy hidden under the surface there’s a bustling and i can’t get it out but i also don’t know what to do with it where should i turn to should i jump out this window or swim in the river to the english channel and hope i make it to france the birds outside are lost and bulldozers destroy their nests but i can’t wish for a more serene morning except maybe if my nose wasn’t running that would be nice

all my love
i give to you
so let it drown
in beats or two
upon this ample brow
i bestow a clue
cleaved in the middle
of a lovestruck child
but how
with winter’s fading
duly noticed chilling
clings to bare limbs
and fall gracelessly
to the pavement
on shattered shins



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I used to stand up there
atop a pedestal full of sand
and when the tide came in
everything was washed away
so I was left with a well
sinking slowly around my feet.

—This poem was inspired by revelationsoflife. It was more of a spinoff.

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