Ring! Ring!



Ring! Ring!

"Ugh..."

Ring! Ring!

"Zzhuh? Whafuck?"

Ring! Rin-

"AHEM, HMPH, ...hello?..."

"Hey, Jus?"

"Yeah man, who's this?"

"Uhh... How've you been? You okay?"

"Yeah sure man, I was sleeping but whatever. Who the hell is this?"

"..."

"Dude, don't waste my time man I'm going back to sleep."

"...Wait Justin! ...It's your dad! I just-"

"What?... *Dad?... Really?"

"Yeah! I finally foun-"
SLAM*

Zzzzzzz...

I don't want to write anymore.
I hate using my words.
I just want to point and grunt
to indicate the things I want.

You think so?
Because I don't.

In fact I try so **** hard
not to.

I know the lot of you
liked my ******* plaid poem,
so don't try to hide it
you stupid sheep.

There's a space between
you and I
that I just don't seem
able to find.

I don't want to write anymore.
Stop reading this.
Please.

Conscious is deafening
as the sun sets.
Sleep, please.
I beg of it.
Hide my head
under my pillow again.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I promise.

Seems I don't have much to say

Dumb poems.
They should write themselves.

You do not base your own self values
Off of what other people value you for.
Or maybe you do.
I don't know.

Poetry is ******* *******.

My phone's charging port broke,
maybe.... jeez, I don't know.
Maybe, five or six months ago?
Since then I've been restricted
to only using wireless chargers.
At work I need my GPS often,
and so my phone doesn't die
I keep a wireless charger
rubber banded
to the back of my phone...

...anyway...

I took Emily's headband
and threw it out,
it was hanging in the bathroom
for awhile.

I took Alyssa's painting
off the wall.

I threw that out too.


Found a hairtie
on the closet doorknob
and I went to go toss it,
but my phone was dead
and I didn't have a
rubber band
to keep my wireless charger
on the back of my phone
during my car trip to work.

So I used the hair tie.

I don't remember who's it was, but
Sara got in my car and saw it sitting there.

Stupid. Inconsiderate.
I try clearing all the leftover ****
out of my life,
and only end up
drawing attention to it.

******* all,
constant readers.

• Honeydew
• Honeydew
• Honeydew
• Honeydew
• Honeydew
• Honeydew

The silence was deafening
and the atmosphere was palpable
when first I laid eyes upon her.

why o why
is it so hard to find
a woman who hates me
and wouldn't mind
if I we're drunk
and incoherent

why can't i find
someone to be miserable with

If my head is pounding
it must be a Sunday morning.

Or a Monday, or
Tuesday, etc...

Or whatever.

Dealing with these god ****** degenerates
gives me such a headache.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Pay your ******* bills,
it's not my job to *******
harangue you for money.
I'm just the delivery guy.

Does dose, dosage,
imply usage?

Don't claim,
but judge
accordingly.

Oh boy do I love
just pumping out these ****** poems,
hope your eyes are hungry
dear readers,
because you may feast upon
my endless defecation.

I think writing is stupid

Stupidity.
How many times can I apologize
In the span of a week?
How many things can I do
That are worth apologizing for?

In so few days.

Innumerous.
Stupidity.

Is anyone here?

Am I a ****** brother?
Guess I'll have to ask him.
Maybe when he's older.

What was that old guys name?
I think it was something like...
Uh....
****, I can't remember.
I remember it was odd though,
the kind of name that really
sticks with you throughout the years.

Right...

Anyway this dude turned
to face Lukus and I,
and called us a pair of
"controlled knuckleheads."

We were drinking at some bar
in Phoenixville, it was the night
that Lauren ditched us
and we had to walk like ten miles
back to his dad's place.

It was my fault she ditched,
but it was my fault that
she was there in the first place.

I miss Luke.
Hope he's doing well for himself.

I hate you and want you to die,
just keep the **** out of my eyes
and don't ever try
to love me again.

But please,
please,
love me again.

Silhouettes of silos
Go streaking by
In the clear night sky.

I rest my head
On my fist
And then rub my eyes.

Why is it that
The trip home
Always feels shorter
Than the one away.

When did vacation
Become a memory,
And seem so impossibly
Far away?

I remember sleeping
With my forehead
Pressed to the window.

I remember feigning sleep
So that I would be carried
To my bedroom.

I don't know how to type, so
last night
I started taking free lessons.

The learning isn't hard, but
the forgetting
is going to be a struggle.

Twenty five years
of bad habits.

****.
I could apply this
to anything
in my life.

Inkless Inkless

Inkless Inkless


Can't write

Love is a hollow tube
where ink used to be,
but is now gone too soon.

Plastic carcass

Bite into you

My girl gets paid
to spend time with this dude
to catch fish all night
and occasionally take a cruise
in his car,
or whatever the **** he drives,
to his other job
where he brews wine
in order to get a scale,
not like the scales on fish,
just a scale that
they can weigh the fish with.

But it's cool man, he's got a girlfriend.
What's her name again?

lolol shouldve ******* slept all day lol
*** was i thinking waking up and ****
lol

I base my personality
off of other people.

Though I've been rather alone.

Who am I supposed to be now?

Is it ever enough?
I don't want money.

Poetry is dumb.

More of the same *******
each and every day

I'm writing this for you,
dear reader,
and I know you know
that I hate you
more and more
each and every
day.

Grab me by the beard
and tell me
to get my ******* **** together.

wow writing is so cool
just knowing you're reading this
is the key to making stool.

I just **** these words
out of my keyboard.

This website ***** golf ***** through a garden hose.

It smells like chlorine and sweat
It looks like tangled sheets
It tastes like salt and milk
It feels like ecstasy
It must be love

Do you think?
Doesn't it hurt?

Fragrances of floral bouquets
and fresh cinnamon rolls
waft to and fro in the warm air,
the subtle hues of red and green
that are hinted everywhere,
paired with the little lights
stretched out on strings
that are wrapped around
almost everything,
bring us all home
for the holidays.

I love you silly
with your jaw jutted out
and your lips smushed up
and your eyes crossed.
I love you silly,
when you make me laugh
you also make my heart sing.