Willard

please bring this back

12/1/19 11:10PM THE MIRACULOUS HEAT BIRTH OF OUR PLANET; i imagine your hands' moon and rays wrapped around the stupid animal in my heart with a certain amount of pressure, ...

Hello! So, uh, this used to be a tradition every December. 25 days of Christmas themed poetry. Started it four years ago, haven't done it the past two, but want ...

Not hot on either of the bands, but this is an interesting discussion. 1. Twenty One Pilots definitely cater to Alternative fans, also teens who aren't hot into the super ...

Yay! This thread sounds fun! Blood Visions by Jay Reatard will possibly always be my favorite album of all time. It's a thirty minute garage/power pop concept album about Jay ...

been writing, not posting

11:08 PM i want to die, i want to be held in warmth/ i want to be held in the cold, no feeling in my feet. now's a weird time, ...

Three poems I wrote today. 1:44 PM it's a sign of evolution every time I get a tan; my skin becomes darker. I become less of a human and more ...

4:16 PM in the style of Karen My first love died of typhus four months after they st-t-tuttered their first words to me; "My uncle has diabetes". With the words ...

7:09 PM Filthy caucasian, using all whitespace to write poetry. trip out in the bathtub to "atmooooospheric pop" music and play with christmas lights wrapped around ankles poorly. I could ...

7:53 I wrote a poem on the back of my chem homework after a test using whitespace excessively. Expect it sometime this weekend.

5:13 PM I can hear their name muffled through Christmas carols on Kazakhstan radio. "are you spineless?" "are you confused?" I thought it could die out for at least one ...

I have the other two poems from the past day written down on my phone, I'll get to posting them later once I have my phone with me. 10:02 AM ...

2:24 AM Full frontal nudity is an icky thing. Feelings are gross. Aftershave is nasty, especially the smell of it at 2:33 in the morning when I couldn't fall asleep, ...

Sometime In The Morning Nana, boo boo, Christmas poetry is doo-doo. "I accept defeat, I am defeated!" My Gosh, what kind of situation have I created? The sky is falling ...