Mood Swings

Aspiring prose poet. Word-vomiting sentences and stringing them together with apathetic surrealism. Truths for the contemporary millennial. IG: Brynnehazz

[moondriver00]

Here’s the thing

I’m undeserving of attention

But drink yours up like water

If a sponge could push

It would push to pull harder.

Tilt your head back 45 degrees

And tell you to gargle.

I can hear you drowning on my insecurities.

I can hear that you like it.

I am so parched.

I drink and drink and drink.

If it all came back up

You could rent a boat

And you would starve looking for the dock.

I’m underserving of attention

But I’ll bring you half a bird

You can eat it on the boat.

I can’t wait to congratulate myself.

You’re welcome for the feeding.

Watch me deep throat this connection

For the plot

[moondriver00]

If You Give A Chicken Acid...

He’ll probably ask for a Xanax

a couple hours later

and tell you about a bad trip he had in ‘97

and you’ll nod along but you barely speak a bit of poultry.

If you give a chicken acid

he might want some nitrous

so you’ll have to find a balloon. 

He might forget where he is and won’t go home for breakfast.

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll go up to all your friends

and ask for their phone numbers and home address.

And he’ll most definitely stay out too long on the dance floor. 

If you give a chicken acid

he might tell you the truth about crossing the road

but then lie 

about where you can find the bathrooms. 

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll consider staying up with you to watch the sunrise

and maybe 

he’ll give you a line or two. 

If you give a chicken acid

you could wake up with a bad headache

and feathers in your hair

and not be able to drive home until the afternoon. 

[moondriver00]

I definitely blocked them on instagram

No for real like why don’t you believe me

You keep pounding steps into the pavement and your feet weigh 100000 pounds.

I tried to tell you.

You hate everything I like.

Doesn’t matter what it is.

[moondriver00]

Dude, LeeAnne I am

Not arguing with you

I’m trying to go to bed

All your edges are sharp

And you are just another thing

I don’t want to deal with

I’m sorry

I said another time within the week

Will you stop rolling towards me

When you are not invited

And when you don’t listen

Or hear me

Mr sharp edges

Roll over to the other side

There is beauty in this

So roll over

And goodbye

Tomorrow I will remember.

S.

How It has been to get High in your bathroom

Afraid of you

Fearful and competitive in the daylight

I’ll meet you there tomorrow.

[moondriver00]

It’s not that far to Mars

it was quite obvious from the gas prices

and your mathematical equations,

that it would be quite possible to get there. 

Each leg of the journey would feel longer and longer 

until you fell asleep. 

When you arrive,

let me know if you wake up antiquated or awake.

Later, let me know if spaghetti tastes the same. 

[moondriver00]

If You Give A Chicken Acid...

He’ll probably ask for a Xanax

a couple hours later

and tell you about a bad trip he had in ‘97

and you’ll nod along but you barely speak a bit of poultry.

If you give a chicken acid

he might want some nitrous

so you’ll have to find a balloon. 

He might forget where he is and won’t go home for breakfast.

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll go up to all your friends

and ask for their phone numbers and home address.

And he’ll most definitely stay out too long on the dance floor. 

If you give a chicken acid

he might tell you the truth about crossing the road

but then lie 

about where you can find the bathrooms. 

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll consider staying up with you to watch the sunrise

and maybe 

he’ll give you a line or two. 

If you give a chicken acid

you could wake up with a bad headache

and feathers in your hair

and not be able to drive home until the afternoon. 

[moondriver00]

Snow White’s rescue

Was not simple.

12 short men are hard to avoid

And they were hungry.

3 months later drunk on the couch again

It was figured

That all had been lost and forgotten

Another fairytale drifting into morning

After all

“It was dark inside the wolf”

[moondriver00]

Tomorrow the grass will grow greener

But today I’m eating tomato sandwiches and watering my garden in between meetings.

Turn your volume up to eleven powder puff kid. If you don’t blast it on full power then you need to feel something.

Stimulating and underwhelming is the name of the game fresh princes.

Ignorance isn’t as bliss when you’re the Shepard of scapegoats.

[moondriver00]

Remembering

Is a really hard thing to do when you don’t want to be present

The only gift I receive is a little bit of freedom… and notoriety

[moondriver00]

[moondriver00]

#po

[moondriver00]

Remembering

Is a really hard thing to do when you don’t want to be present

The only gift I receive is a little bit of freedom… and notoriety

[moondriver00]

[moondriver00]

Tomorrow the grass will grow greener

But today I’m eating tomato sandwiches and watering my garden in between meetings.

Turn your volume up to eleven powder puff kid. If you don’t blast it on full power then you need to feel something.

Stimulating and underwhelming is the name of the game fresh princes.

Ignorance isn’t as bliss when you’re the Shepard of scapegoats.

[moondriver00]

Snow White’s rescue

Was not simple.

12 short men are hard to avoid

And they were hungry.

3 months later drunk on the couch again

It was figured

That all had been lost and forgotten

Another fairytale drifting into morning

After all

“It was dark inside the wolf”

[moondriver00]

6am Sunday Morning

two pineapples shiny on the teak.

The air smells romantic 

and I’m the first person to know about it. 

I’ve never been to Hawaii, 

but am the first to tell everyone 

about the old Kingdom. 

And THAT’S why we should all stay home. 

Like the last time you were in town,

sun-burnt and devastating. 

[moondriver00]

These dreams are terrible

and then I wake up 

starving for pickles and sweating. 

Big hands with too many fingers,

wrap around my throat.

A little bit tighter.

I can’t breathe again, 

who put this cage here?

I told you, over and over and over, 

about feeling trapped. 

[moondriver00]

The Politics of a Toxic Relationship

remain antiquated and undefined. 

There’s two sides to this room 

but it still feels like a bubble. 

The new Z is peering in from the outside 

and gives me a dirty label. 

I tell him he can put soap in my mouth 

but he doesn’t understand my aesthetic.

How do I get rid of you?

This morning with L 

I’m reminded that 

revolving doors feel safer. 

The truth?

When you’re furious

I am your “other half”.