11:06pm i'm writing still because i don't want to go to sleep then to work tomoro

[IXinX]

Ambling about in an insanity
I'm idolatry symbolizing inanity.

You're my fistful of dollars, the ravenous spark and desire clenching
Money, it makes me feel so funny
Keeping it tight to myself
perambulating about a scene
I'm not gathering what you mean


The bird's and their bees
stung when gathering
honey,
sweetest of dream

Kept it tight to myself,
lingering taste,
flashbacking,
and blowing me down.
Every time i remember you're showing
a frown
I disappear for me
for you
shopping in town
stopping.
Everytime.
I might go down myslf.

 

[New]

Interesting seems to be my word tonight. You seem to be threading together your feelings for a significant other that you seem to be losing but don't want gone just yet. Correct me if I'm wrong, though, and even if I am, I greatly enjoyed reading it.

 

[IXinX]

You are uncannily correct, New.
Sitting at home on a sunday evening, being avoided online by this significant other depressed me. I wrote this poem immediately, stream of consciousness, driven by both depression, marijuana and sleep deprivation.

I can't go shopping for anyone else
Even though everyone is telling me to do so (including myself)