honeydew hate blog.

former bad poetry blog, potential commentator 22, they/bruv 🇳🇬

[firstgrade-dropout]

i haven’t made my own post in 4 years.

my rebrand could be blog as a diary! my goals are to graduate and then delude myself into comedy and film

i didn’t realize how much is censored now. i am currently with deep sadness and i can’t discuss bipolar 2 through hashtags

[firstgrade-dropout]

spring time sport

I miss the sport that gave me the finger when I worked my hardest. From the moment I wept when I fell on the red track, to when I missed finals by a hair. My skin was moisturized by sweat and the spilled water. The sun wouldn’t shine and I hated the cold. The pain in my joints made me feel old. My last race wasn’t even about making it big. It was over when I saw my mom and immediately broke down. Of all meets, she had chosen the day I brought everything from home onto the track. As much as my coach and my team wanted me to, I did not overcome.

[firstgrade-dropout]

something about me

I love listening to lyrics of street violence after my humble minimum wage shift.

At part-time, I am up to no good.

[firstgrade-dropout]

buzz words of a poem i wrote in a cafe today

stress unlock sleep

smoking a blunt

sad playlist

sitting down

tweet

[firstgrade-dropout]

A Quaint Quatrain

A feeble ant rolling up the steepest

Of Mountains it crushes my limbs every

Time I try and push it back up again,

I am Sisyphus

[firstgrade-dropout]

update!

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Untitled

My brain is a big, sad boulder with

Cognitive skills wilting like daisies.

My success

Is escaping death twice.

Why isn’t that

Enough?

Such fuddy-duddy upheaval for

A feeble ant rolling up the steepest

Of mountains. it crushes my limbs every

Time I try and push it back up again.

I am Sisyphus

[firstgrade-dropout]

your cat bit my leg

when i was in your arms,

and i widened my eyes,

i questioned my worth.

 For example,

why aren't I good enough

to be your current focus?

 i wanna do things

with you

that friends

try not to do.

 im super duper cool

but our situation

is in the freezer

 im sorry i talk

was that a sign?

do i not know

enough

about you?

[uhnsaids]

i deserve better.

and i know that now.

[firstgrade-dropout]

This Won’t Be The Last You See of Me

DENNIS: Good evening, Lara.

LARA: Hey. You smell nice.

DENNIS: Ralph Lauren. So how’s work and the ol’ doggo?

LARA: You’re gonna’ spill that.

DENNIS: Nice save, babe.

LARA: I got a front page piece. My dog is still my favorite boy in the world.

DENNIS: Alrighty...I’ll let the pasta bake in the oven. (begins to kneel down on one kneel)

LARA: What are you doing down there?

DENNIS: I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you.

LARA: Oh…

DENNIS: Lara, will you be the one to-

LARA: No,I will not.

DENNIS: Day after day I spent hours diligently stringing together beta master plan version 1.0 just for it to be taken away from its puppeteer in a matter of seconds. I got rid of our obstacles so that we could be here in this kitchen waiting for my ready- made lasagna to warm up. I asked you just a normal question and you said the wrong answer. Would John make you smoothie bowls? Would your purebred dog (who can barely breathe) give you unconditional love and support? Probably. But I know they wouldn’t be caught dead in the cinema watching film written and directed by Nicholas Sparks.

LARA: My friends were right: you are Jafar from the hit movie Aladdin.

DENNIS: Are you gonna stay for lasagna?

LARA: Well, I am hungry.

DENNIS: So why the no?

LARA: Dennis, you asked me to marry you after three weeks of dating.

DENNIS: Because I jumped through hoops to get to you!

LARA: Making a false restraining order against John isn’t jumping through hoops, it’s probably illegal.

DENNIS: You think I knew what a smoothie bowl was?

LARA: You make that point and several false ones. My dog can breathe fine. You’re the one who suggested “Love After War: White People Only” a movie directed by Nicholas Sparks.

DENNIS: Would you love me after my plan systematically updates to the latest version?

LARA: Lasagna is ready.

[firstgrade-dropout]

about me!

i wanna post again

18

non-binary i use they/them pronouns

im black

im short

[firstgrade-dropout]

The Alien In My Room

Nine-o'clock meets my doom

I can’t help but feel unwell

Street light begins to loom

Can’t stop my eternal hell

I’ve been crying since noon

Pray to leave the shell

Without them is a gloom

It started with a yell

Gets worse in a zoom

Next time, time will tell

I will be fine soon

Mirror found in a cell

Only one in the room

It’s the dark I know well

Our hero begins to reflect

[firstgrade-dropout]

Think of a person in your life. Describe how that person talks.

A friend of mine is a loud gossip. She talks like someone is pressuring her for time, but of course, she doesn't care. Her speech is a call center for the word "like". It's a shame she never played a sport involving a ball because her hand-eye-to talk coordination is Olympic gold. She has the potential to speedily sign ASL but ten percent of her monologue consists of groans.

[firstgrade-dropout]

Orange Creamsicle

the heat gets subdued by a restaurant's

air conditioning

so many choices

i close my eyes at the calories

summer in a scoop

fruity high society

rich and fattening

like a pudgy chancellor

dairy is fat

eggs are fat

but sugar is sweet

and i deserve a treat

expired orange extract

smooth bavarian creme

softened mini cheesecake pieces

fresh frozen custard

mmm so good

on a day like this

it melts before it even reaches

my taste buds

i hope this never goes away

“im sorry but we don't have

the best flavor in the world anymore,

we don't have the color or expensive taste

that is required”

discontinued

she is gone

retired on the shelf

not seeing the light of day

not thinking of me

i am growing up to be

constantly devastated

[firstgrade-dropout]

Wish

I used to be haunted by a ghost

Their name is future

Sometimes I saw them

Other times not

Once they promised to grant my wish

I wished that I weren’t told

My palms are cold

It brings me great displeasure

To know my palms are

Cold

I wished I was still

Unconscious

So that I couldn’t feel my joints

Training for battle

Every morning

Once

The ghost gave me something

Devastating

To happen to only me

I think a wish came true

Because I never see that ghost anymore

Was it really all I wanted?

[firstgrade-dropout]

Loneliness

Like the fresh piece of gum on the concrete, I am young, constantly getting stepped on, and (more importantly) I am sticky. I will cling to you with the strength of a thousand Chinese soldiers. You may say I'm overdramatic but company is a battle I will always lose. I'll be left on the ground long after you're dead. Only then will I be covered freshly with cement or replaced.

[unbearablylight]

screenwriting?

is there a television/screenwriting nook of writeblr or tumblr in general? i feel like i see so few people mention it SO

reblog this if you’re into screenwriting (or TV, or playwriting even since it’s a similar format)! you don’t have to be actively working on something in that format (i’m not rn) i’m just curious/interested to find others who enjoy the medium

[firstgrade-dropout]

Describe love...

Once upon a time a woman by the name of Sun burned and burned for others with nothing in return. She  kept everyone warm and let everyone see things clearer. But no one would dare look at her. A princess named Luna, called "Moon" saw Sun for the gaseous ball of light she was. Though far apart, they were connected. Sun would rest and shine through the moon to create night. They bring out the best in each other and that children, is where love began.