I’m not going to spend my life wondering if boys will text me
Reminding myself yesterday
At work to not fuss
Over the little stuff.
I’m gonna run around this park,
Around and around and dream,
Goddamn dream bigger goddamn dreams than,
Oh, what am I going to do tonight,
Who am I gonna be with tonight.
I refuse to be so goddamn banal anymore.
There is absolutely nothing better than spring
I stand on my front steps, the air smells of vanilla and
Fruit tea. And although I may be smoking
It’s not ruined.
Pop. Pop. Pop
The tennis ball one back one forward
And yeah ok I know I should of gotten up earlier for a run
But I honestly though at eight
I could appreciate the weather in bed.
i’m awful i actually don’t know any poets at all i just don’t read any! stag’s leap by sharon olds is one of the only ones i’ve read and it really is fantastic very honest and tragic i couldn’t tell you a favourite poem i really must do my research i can tell you my favourite quote:
two men look out of prison bars;
one sees mud, the other stars.
Btw I’m so bored guys no ones talking to me on tinder and I wanna chat with someone fun plz message me anything ask me to write you a poem or do whatever don’t matter what i just wanna talkkkkkk!!
I feel I owe you some words
My muse has gone! Last weeks
I was banging them out and now
Eh. Just wanna drink really
Wanna kiss, tee hee
Naughty me oh give me text please
Go on mate.
Hmmm I need to take these poems further
Spellcheck is my nemesis
It keeps jumbling them all up
How can you even understand what I’m saying!
I’ll get the project underway
I’ll edit it
I’ve got an idea
And I need you guys help
"And I just wanna say
That I love you lot
And you’re so great
Letting me into your lives
I’ve had a shit year”
So incredibly similar
And it makes me realise my confidence
Bursts out through letters not
The shapes my mouth make instead
Stuck in ohhhhhh oooooooh
I. Don’t. Say so good
I don’t. Open up like you and yeah
In no ill meaning it doesn’t make
Me feel comfortable not it makes
Me uneasy but not that I’d want
You to stop for mistake
It’s just so much like
If you opened your mouth and
Water just poured out, gushing out
And filling up this dirty kitchen so
The fag ends and tin can ashtrays
Rise and rise and before I know it
It’s above my head and my arms are thrashing
And my was turns one side to the other
Cringe ohhhhh nooooo.
Someone brought up the fact I might be bisexual
And I don’t think I could of responded
More like a child
I choke over the words I truly mean
Takes me a good few minutes I string together those difficult sentences
Even if entirely positive
While here you are bellowing them out
Like they’re going out of fashion.
I am here to impress
I am here to turn a gay man straight
I am here. I am here
And just watch me tonight.
How much scent can I
Can I can I breathe
Down. If I inhale
Take it in keep it in
There’s something so unmistakable about lush.
The devils crayon and god
Do I wanna dance move my legs
Move my butt up and down and up
Up up up go home still up
Coffee it sure does keep me up
Up up up up up
My face feels icky
I’m getting confused by the options
And combinations of make up
Bobbi brown do I risk the oil
Do I get liquid foundation
Or not enough
Laura mercier concealer
Fuck it shut up. Screw make up
Wanna dance let me dance where can I dance?
Keep the music on.
I am the jealous hypocrite
For there’s no other way
To ignore feelings than to
I accept that the pang
That strikes through my chest
When there could be someone
Else to amaze you instead of
I. That pang is mine.
It’s no longer time to cry
It’s time to pretend
I’m not feeling anything, and smile
Because that’s what you do best.
In the birthday balloon pit #selfie #martincreed #exhibition #haywardgalleryTags: #selfie #martincreed #haywardgallery #exhibition
And I’m saying no no no to food
Bleh, my mouth don’t taste so good.
That public kip really sorted out my mood
Past couple of weeks
I am confused. I am still
Caught between me who the past
Few years have cultivated drinking
And smoking and laughing
And that’s my thing
And I can’t see it no being my thing if I still
Prioritise nights out
And I know I’ll still wanna make
No smoke and drunk
I actually wanna make. Wanna dance
I know on order to give up the former
I have to replace
You can’t give up something
Without finding something to
But. I’m. Not.
I’m not being disciplined enough
And the weeks go by
As my papers like high and still
I’ve yet to plaster my wall with paper