You are not a poet you are not a poet you are not a poet the parrot hisses in my ear, I pop pimples and puke poems but my polaroid teeth are still shiny

I get sad when I can't fit in shoes twice my size, empathy, that fickle bastard, empathy wedlocked, cuz a box of matches costs a pretty penny nowadays

my cup of tea is idioms, I. D.? ummm(s)

I just can't let sleeping dogs lie, because sleeping ...

I am sucking on my index finger to keep myself from going back to that bottle of soap soap

soap trying this so called exposure therapy because I can't write unless its perfect

my poems have to be better better better. my flat herbivore teeth sink into the flesh

stretched over my knuckle otherwise I will go back to the soap and I already licked the bottle

clean it was thirty three fluid ounces it...

I'm old now :)

I'm 15 guys I feel like I was born yesterday

it's not that big of a deal I just wanted to say thanks to Daily Prompt cuz this app is awesome

I (feel) like my writing has improved since I got here like over a year ago so I'm really greatful for it

I'm terribly inconsistent in posting things because I was born without motivation and also time management skills (my creative writing...

(Project for my creative writing class and I’m so done with it I hate it omg but I haven’t posted in like five years and it’s finally finished-ish so…enjoy maybe?)

8:00 P.M.

The linen blanket is cold. My head rests on the pillow, which is uncomfortably room temperature. There is an analog clock stuck to the wall, its face staring at mine. I turn on my side and grip the blanket with my fingertips,...

The swan sits between the pastor and tar

With her milky feathers coated in pitch

She sits in nest; she lives as a cigar

Homeless and dirty, she sleeps in her ditch

My hospitality smokes her broken

Fowl snuffed out by the television screen

Mud is the lung cancer, yet still smoking

I’m humming at the oil chokehold machine

Paper burning the salt sores in her beak

You had to be there to see the dead...

The pharmacy is a medical honeycomb

I had a cold so I told the guy

Who was really a cat, who was really a mouse

My tank was running out of gasoline, he said:

Okay, and? I said: What goes in it? He said: Let me check

Contents in Beverage*: 

Antihistamine diphenhydramine HCI

Decongestant phenylephrine

Carnauba wax

Croscarmellose Sodium NF

Hypromellose

Titanium Dioxide

Benadryl Symptoms Include:...

Beezlebub, lord of the flies

here my carcass lies, the flies

sip my blood like God

sucking blood clots of Sin out our lungs

my teeth ache to sing of love

but my brain tastes of horror

so my body rots—rejected

by the liquor and lamb

graced by the Holy; the Prince of Hell

spits honey drops, they slide down my palms and burn like firey ichor flowing sweet, but sick

like the drunken goat who comes f...

Step a foot into

the rubbing alcohol bath

Two shots of bleach then I

scrub my scalp with my

dirty soaped up fingernails the

instructions said to soak for three hours

I soak for four before I wait for four more

hours; because the number Three is evil like

the devil or the color

red or bees or mice or death or a monster

that eats people that I will become if I eat my skin on my lips which I thi...

poppin’ and blowin’ hearts out

my gingham lips kiss you miss your drama

I’ll be hacking up clotted spoons

licking off the clumps while my mouth

tastes like Sunshine Yellow

Dad’s grave still smells like vodka

I checked last night and vomited on his bones

the cuckoo saw me and started laughing

so I flipped the bird and waited for him to choke on my pill prescription

that I hid in the birdfeeder

I r...

click-

click-click-bang-!

click-click-bang-!

My brain is the barrel of a shotgun-

Gunpowder up my lungs-

Blood on my fingers- blood on the-

click-click-bang-!

Ready??

Aim-!

click-click-bang-!

The mud on my-

Boots is shaped like-

Bullet shells-

Ready-aim-fire-!

Ready-aim-fire-!

Aim-fire-!

Aim-fire-!

Fire-!

click-click-bang-!

Is it-?

Did you-?

Bleed-?

Did you-?

Make him-

Bleed-?

...