poetry

  • Living in this timeline with a shit immune system is equivalent to being in a horror movie Each new day Dodging the dangers While they pile up higher than mount everest Knowing they want you dead My fears hiding in the shadows of the air i breathe The food I eat And the things that…

  • I make a bouquet from my garden Everyday for my grandmother. No one knows that but me. And now you too.

  • My back hurts.Hands are restless.Watching the people with their dead eyes.White picket fences.Pigs waiting to be slaughtered.Programmed by greed and ignorance.When will you see?We are bombing children!Billionaire men are fucking them!The water is poisoned.The air is thick.Stop driving.Stop working.Just STOP.I’m made to sit quiet.And bleed,And suffer,Hambre de alma.The tortured soul.Broken by those who were meant…

  • The waking is the hardest partWake up! Its morning again.Feel the dread,of who you might upset today.Even though you are trying.So hard.So, so hard.But you won’t ever be able to do it.They broke you, remember?You’re not like them.You won’t ever be.And the people who broke you don’t care.Nor will they ever.As if existing wasn’t lonely…

  • She chose my brother And he chose my sister And no one chose me. XX🎀 – Matilda