Poetry Break

Poetry Break

And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there’s something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
“They were wrong”


How to escape the dreaded friend-zone in one easy step (a poem)

  1. The friend-zone doesn’t exist, you stupid fedora-wearing twat.

An Explanation:

It came to a surprise that people (i.e. men) in their thirties still believe in the friend-zone. I’ve accepted that self-proclaimed “nice guys” and incels embrace the mythical friend-zone, but it’s disheartening that people I know are secret fedora wearers.* I’m no stranger when it comes to falling for someone who has no interest in me. I’m no stranger of having someone fall for me when I have no interest in them. Unrequited love is a real thing, after all. And it might run rampant among several guys. The problem arises when you start making up fictitious reasons why you’re not a candidate for her heart. The dreaded friend-zone lies only within the fact that you placed her in an unwarranted and unwelcome “relationship zone.” You think that being nice and proper automatically means you’re deserving a chance, but that is neither nice or proper. People are attracted to who they’re attracted to—thing is, this person just isn’t into you. And while that may change, it’s unlikely. Stop throwing yourself at every girl only to bitch when the results aren’t in your favor. Because obsession isn’t romance. It doesn’t even come close to passion.

*I own two fedoras; however, it’s been at over a decade since I wore them. It was a weird phase I was going through in college. We don’t have to go into it.

“I’m getting by in other ways”

i tried to stay away
you know
just in case
i’ve come to realize
we all have our place
time has a way you know
to make it clear
i have my role in this
i can’t disappear
or leave you here
watching you drown
i’ll follow you down
and i am here right beside you
the lights in the sky
are waving goodbye
i am staying right beside you

I made the best with what I was given, and I think the day went well overall. I didn’t get what I wanted from who I wanted it from, but I’m beginning to understand things now. How like her, even in this situation, I’m beginning to think like a person. I get it. I’ll move on now, so wish me luck on this path.

I wanted to hang out with Shaun in a house that doesn’t depress me. Those walls weren’t ever my home. Even when I lived there, I was just a house guest.

But enough of that. Enough of the “Debbie Downer” bullshit. I’ve been thinking of “Damaged Little Fuckers,” and a couple of other stories that I could revise. For the meanwhile, though, I think I’m going to take another crack at poetry.

I’ll post a spin-off of “Damaged Little Fuckers” tomorrow. Maybe. I think I’m done with this reality schtick.