segway cops

can't direct me better to you,
the police on the corner give tourists directions
from the screens of their smartphones
people in the suburbs have razors and
lg enVs, or similar clones

emo poem

i am gonna paint
little fruits, telling jokes
things i think when i can't sleep

i am going to miss you
all of my days

so ususally i post really shitty poetry...

but here is a rant of sorts

AAAK. hate the job. what you gonna do. i am tired of not getting enough credit. do you know what i've been though? we all fight uphill battles. i dunno. parts of me are sad, to spend my days indoors not really doing anything for an hourly wage. and not really knowing what i could be doing. i am tired of feeling unappreciated by almost everyone in my life. i am tired of people who looked down on me, for bartending or waitressing while they worked their "real jobs." i tell you, i made more money.

i am tired. i can't sleep. no matter how exhausted my body is, my mind keeps going at a million miles an hour. i try and pass the time proactively. i hate my job, i have enrolled for an advanced degree. i feel lazy, i go running and try to paint. i apply to new jobs. i feel like i am doing everything i can, or entirely not enough. i just don't know what to do. it seems really hard to get my head above water, and this is the same battle i have been fighting for years.

sometimes when i voice my concerns, i feel belittled. i have needs. i have wants. sometimes i just want to die.

well,

a friend i can't really hang out with sends me cute pics of koalas

my boyfriend goes home to play with his projectors

c'est la vie






you could have texted back i know you were awake

when i try to sleep

and i wish to dream,
instead i stare
up at the ceiling
and say in reverse
the alphabet, i think
consciousness, a curse

would have been nice
to toast to things
we've done in life
today i progressed,
but i ate alone.
and sit here, sleepless

kinda wanted to share this with you.

some people thing i'm complaining

what do i need to do to get to the next step
i don't wait will
i linger here

DAYJOB KILLS MY SOUL
HOW CAN PEOPLE SPEND THEIR LIVES
TRAPPED IN CUBICLES

I WANT TO GO OUT
AND PLAY IN THE SUNSHINE NOW
IT IS COLD IN HERE

I REALLY HATE WORK
WHAT A WASTE OF A GOOD LIFE
HURRY UP AND DIE

soo, maybe i like it hot, too

ug. so confused.
i know what i want, and it's you.
but if you see me too much, you think
its an entire carton of ice cream
shoved in your face

so then i feel dumb.
cause i want some.
then i feel dumb
cause i want some.

i like, frozen treats,
i run in anticipation
of things i could eat...

meh/