the loneliest boy didn’t get it
why they only talked when he left
he didn’t understand
no matter how hard he tried
he was isolated
he would smile
he would laugh
he would say whatever silly thing that came to mind
they might smile back
but it didn’t move further than that
he was alone
he hated it
but it never changed.
poetry
Poem #731
crazy is an idle mind
those annoying tick!tick!tick!’s
time passes
one simply must do… something
anything.
a drive for productivity
sends the brain into frenzy:
jump off the roof,
sprout intense emotions,
experience misery,
rip away the non-essential,
die.
just keep busy.
Poem #730
the trees rise up everywhere
tall and moss-covered
the street shines with the light sprinkle
full of reflections of car headlights
the air blows in from the sea
chilling but not through jackets
Poem #729
her face is tense,
but there are no lines
when she gets it right,
she smiles brighter than fluorescents
Poem #728
unplug from my body
float farther and farther away
just one air hose keeping me attached
it’s bliss
and loneliness
Poem #727
lucky, I have self-control
or else
I would smash things with my hands and head
delighting in the electricity of my blood
dig my nails into the fabric of my seat
adrenaline too pure to not express
rip off my skin
encompass the earth
be too big to contain
shatter into billions of pieces
and grow ever larger
like I said
lucky, I have self-control
Poem #726
I wish you could be in my body
to understand why
“fantastic” is my answer
to “how are you?”
Poem #725
floating
light as a bird
pretty as a peach
delicate as a peony
in her blue paisley print sundress
among the tall dry grass
does she even exist?
Poem #724
I feel alive
in the most true way
to create
to think
to exist
nothing else is necessary
I crash back to Earth
in the best way
to love
to care
to exist
these actions are upgrades
Poem #723
little bird wants to die
she flies into the window
until her body is twitching
pain is her new reality
waiting for mercy