suddenly gone

ain’t no
hand holding
ain’t no
flowers dancing,
old rock’n’roll,
just the softest
suddenly gone
you ever felt

short, short poems (or poems that aren’t good enough)

handsome as a compliment
handsome is a concern

this pen doesn't write as well as my old one
i feel mean

white shoes fuckface
i need a poem
this title deserves,
this isn't it

it's dark
it's dark
and everything is luminous

ice cream passion play
killed a man
with your vanilla
he ordered
way too many scoops

love poem
i'll hold you softer
than drinking fabric softener 
(sidenote, this might be my first actual poem, please kill me)

all her
instagram pictures
with him
i wonder if it was lonely
before he came along

random ipod note
i don't 
trust this dude

bad dad jokes: the man
she calls 
everything romantic, 
her phone bill
must be insane

i got it wrong again
trying to write
in one of those
horrible things that spell out
stuff with the first letter of every line

individual cans of monster energy drink
i'm pretty sure
i can grasp
how the moon feels

love poem
if i had enough lifetimes
i could only begin
to learn to hate you

a poem for me
semi capable
waffle making
mother fucker

christmas eve

it’s christmas eve
i am sitting
cross legged
on a grave,
i have never
felt so alone,
i lay down and
i think the corpse
underneath me
is having roughly
the same thoughts,
it’s all circular
it’s all loved
the world is alive
and it’s all loved

i promised some people i would go to midnight mass this year, instead i got really drunk by about 10, it came close to midnight and i realised i wasn’t being that good of a person so i got up and made my excuses and left, by the time i got to the church i was ready to throw up, either from how drunk i was or the fact this would be my third time in a church this year. either way i sat down for a little while, people walked past me going to the service while i sat there cross legged on a grave with my jacket pulled tightly around me, i wanted to go in to the church but i knew i couldn’t, i was too drunk and the world was too blurry, and church isn’t really the best place for the blurry, so instead i stayed out there for a while, i heard my friends singing, and it was beautiful.