sad boi poet

random poetry i needed to share somehow be prepared they/them

[melencholyboi]

are you [insert gender]?

-no I am not

have you been [insert gender]?

-no, I have not

will you be [insert gender]?

-maybe?

[aroloverboy]

Let’s talk about the fabulous aromantics out there

[ungovernablecrow]

Aw man, you were doing so good until you said I’m not heartless. Oops!

Don’t forget loveless and heartless aros this Valentine’s Day! Love is not necessary to be a person, to be a human, or to be whole. Shout out to loveless and heartless folks

[applesaucehummus]

Space

Nightmares of new universes come overnight. Reveal the cosmic mystery your life has become. Black holes inside, insidious, stripping of comfort. Nowhere in this galaxy do you Belong, struck away by a community of ten thousand vengeful asteroids.

Imagine the chill of Plasma through your aching veins, sparking inside uncharted synapses. Avert your eyes from the glare, from a god you can’t comprehend. It tells you to move

Travel past light barriers to before you were instilled with the sinful desire to know (more than you should). You want to leap over pulsars, twirl through every wormhole and rejoice in the wildness of discovery. Each light-year bent is an opportunity to grasp Fate by the hand and kiss all her shimmering contradictions in the dark between dimensions. 

A neutron star explodes for you, filters into your enchanted blood like superheated saline. Somewhere, a distant nebula crackles with electricity that forms the thoughts in your brain. 

The frantic movement of Space hides you, its own precious child, until you clasp the patterned weave of time and rip out a home for yourself in the stars.

[silentsilv3r]

The Cannibalization of the Decaying Damned

There’s blood everywhere, I’m surprised you don’t see it. I’ve been drinking it, cannibalizing for years upon the whole mess spread around like the painting of a truly talentless child. Oh, but a child can’t be talentless. The point of the thing is to grow after all, but I’ve seen them grow by the million- no, billion! So many lost souls draining themselves in bathtubs. So many confident souls draining themselves in a mundane life. So many dumb souls draining themselves in hope for something else. And then there’s me, drinking it all in; blood down my mouth, in my stomach, in my soul, in an attempt to stop myself from draining too; gorging on it all to no end. Consuming Consuming Consuming Until the blood’s all over my face and I am disgusting, no better than any other animal, but even knowing that, I’ll keep Consuming Consuming Consuming Getting used to the taste, making preferences and maybe even savoring the abundant cuisine as each flavor gets only stronger. Consuming Consuming Consuming Until one of the talentless children of tomorrow sees what I’m doing, finds no heresy in my reverie, joining in beside of me, feasting ‘til maturity, not knowing of the scenery, not noticing their meal is me Consuming Consuming Consuming

[melencholyboi]

A person underwater

will not speak.

[melencholyboi]

I wonder when we are in time,

in this everlasting, everstreatching

life span of out world.,

of our solar system,

of our galaxy,

of our universe.

Are we on the beginning,

climbing the mountain.

Or have we peaked in

the middle.

Or it could be we

are sliding down

to the end.

Or, maybe, we have

arrived at the

finish line.

[melencholyboi]

There is a point in time

when you realise your

escapism no longer works,

when you realise your job you

thought you have loved for years

is now

boring.

repetitive.

mindless.

When you think about what you had accomplished,

Where you started and your path to now,

And where are you going, and you wonder.

Was it truly worth it?

Was all this time,

All the effort,

The pressure you put on

Yourself worth it?

That point in time for me is now.

It was then and will be tomorrow.

It is everyday in this mindless,

Never ending misery of society.

[saveyourhelplessspite]

you see a character that's afraid of commitment, i see a beautiful and misunderstood aromantic

[melencholyboi]

Who are we at this point?

Who were we then?

When this world was

at peace,

at conquest,

at war

and beyond.

Who will we be,

next whose will be.

Is it time to move on,

to be free of suffering,

of pain and strife and ruin.

Is it time to be free

of love and truth and fantasy.

Who will we be,

in this everlasting world?

[melencholyboi]

Can I just be

Mr Potato Head?

Please?

[melencholyboi]

Who can say that day

what was too unfold?

A pink and gray gallah

so high, so low

a tiny garden shrew.

So high, A sudden dive,

and now a little shriek,

who would have known?

[melencholyboi]

I want that platonic person

who I can hold hands with

and go on coffee shop dates

[melencholyboi]

Who am I really?

Who am I inside?

Who am I outside? - of the social constructs we,

as a society, have made.

I'd still be me,

if we didn't have the words,

for 'asexual' 'aromantic' 'nonbinary'

But would it be better off,

if we, as a society

had not made so many

boxes, had not tied them up

with a pretty little ribbon

and added a bow.

Or is it better this way,

with so many terms,

where you get bullied if

you don't fit into the

Christian norm, where you

get bullied if you identify

changes?

Is this the best we can do?

Or are we as a society just

doomed due to our starting point,

where we have two main sexes

that equal two main genders,

and to do what we are created for,

to reproduce, we have to be with

the opposite sex.

[melencholyboi]

An iridescent shimmer is guiding me,

it exists at my fingertips,

just barley their,

like nail polish.

It's been there for so long I

have forgotten when it first arrived.

It goes on and out,

the tide growing stronger and weaker

around me.

It helps me find solace in my life

a gentle calm in the 21st century,

where countries are still being invaded

as they refuse to trade,

and there are still dictatorships

An iridescent shimmer is showing me

the problems with our world.

[melencholyboi]

I want an everyday ring stack

The black on my right middle

White on my left

And a yellow one with black

And a purple with the white

[mars3m]

"you don't want to have romantic relationship?" no. im yearning for the purest platonic relationship that is questioning social norms

[melencholyboi]

I haven't written in a while.

It hasn't been intentional,

but life has been

drifting on and I've

not had the moment

of being bored.

But now I do,

I get to sit outside

in the trees with a breeze,

while the dog, Kipper,

lays beside me.