Tag Archives: Anxiety

Social Cue Haiku (6 of 30: 2018)

A face, a puzzle I cannot solve. Expressions: a language unknown. Advertisements

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3 relatively short poems I wrote last night

(1) A title-less poem about something I hate that Facebook gives me social anxiety Like. Damn. I feel like a fucking failure On Facebook. Where everyone is a fake best version of themselves. My fake best version still can’t be … Continue reading

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After 2016 I Don’t Want To Live On This Planet Anymore

The pressure in my sutures From all the shit I can’t push out From between my fucking ears And I just want to light myself on fire I want to I don’t I want to be molecularly deconstructed My subatomic … Continue reading

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Tell Me Again That I’m Lazy

I cannot place the source But the smell of circuitry melting down Is unmistakeable and ever-present In this seven-o-seven-square space Nestled in with some sixteen Similarly laid private lives Clawing at bare brick To get out, get out, GET OUT … Continue reading

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Ich Mag Du Nicht

Especially now Now that I’ve wasted So much time and care In getting to know That you That you that’s all surface Pitted chrome Giving way to rock-salt-rusted frame That you underneath That perfectly spackled on smile That you that … Continue reading

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A Slight Stinging Sensation

Stressed the shit out For reasons of paper fuckery Not worth semi-permatizing The writing itself soothes The sentences can be laid empty It’s all very direction-less and waste-full It’s all very much like inter-national fiberoptics It’s all very much like … Continue reading

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Not Okay

An actual blog post* Not a poem or a painting No art to share Just a thought Or a few I’ve been intensely And unyieldingly Depressed Like Holy fuck Why am I alive Depressed Like First thought When I wake … Continue reading

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