Munn's Messy Room

Don't mind the mess, I'll clean up eventually.. probably. He/Him, 19 ─────────█▄██▄█ █▄█▄█▄█▄█▐█┼██▌█▄█▄█▄█▄█ ███┼█████▐████▌█████┼███ █████████▐████▌█████████

[munnsroom]

One, two, three, four I'm stuck lying here on the floor, While you fuck about and live with glee,  And I'm just stuck here questioning reality.  Tears stream from my soiled eyes, But not a peep can be heard from these lips of mine. I want to bawl. I want to scream.  I want to see you bleed like me.  I want to cry, I really do. But this stations long abandoned, a decrepit view. A savior singing somberly,  for he is not the savior - nor is it she.  The rapture is nigh, or so I'd hoped.  But in the end it is all just hoax. He has not risen. He will not rise.  We're all just stuck here,  living our pointless lives. Leave me be, that's fine by me.  I'll sing my songs solusly.

[munnsroom]

How are you all not killing yourselves? I genuinely do not understand. By each days end its the only thing that makes sense. The physical pain pillages, and mental anguish chokes, And all these cylindrical 'cures' seems to be nothing more than a hoax. Do you really enjoy this life? Or is that too, but just a lie? My hunch is on the latter. I wish I wasn't I.

[munnsroom]

Apathetic wallows pool by a culvert, I am not fainéant. I struggle to understand, I struggle to comprehend, just why this entire process had to actually happen. Each noise a screech, a symphony of knives against my chalkboard, my teeth clench, my eyes begin to water. Apathy pumps into my veins like a mortician's catheter, it's heavy, sticky fluid pulling me closer to my coffin with each passing day. I crave the peace of death. I dread their pain of loss. I am not fainéant. I'm just stuck.

[munnsroom]

Tick, zap, tap Do you, too, hear that? Or is it just me, again, again, again.

[glitterykisses]

New kitchen

[munnsroom]

not in the mood to suck another white mans dick rn.

[munnsroom]

If I sing to you, each howling eve— Or rip my heart from my chest every night before bed— Will you then pay me any mind? I am doubtful.

me

[munnsroom]

uhhh.. I guess I forgot to write poetry. That's that I guess. Not gonna dwell on it, not gonna fret. Its time to just start writing poetry again.

me

[munnsroom]

I guess I forgot how to write poetry. That's that. I'm not going to dwell on it, I'm not going to fret. I'm just gonna write and type until I understand how on earth I wrote poetry like a mad lad.

Me

[munnsroom]

please stop please please p lease im begging you please

[munnsroom]

While have myself I may Have herself, I have doubt At least I have the sun. She won’t leave my side, for I’ll leave hers first. Perhaps in her warm embrace I’ll lay, as I take that sacred final breath. This sad truth, We all wilt away, we will. Comforts of a blessed thought, heaven and eternal song, “Is that her, the wind? A sign?” Blessings from a pleasant thought. While I have myself, I say Thats enough, I doubt.

Mun

[munnsroom]

You see, Words cannot explain The disappointment  I’m flooded with when I must say that dreaded phrase. Yes, My words cannot explain The shame Attached to our so-called land of the “free.” And yet, I cannot abstain From this Dying world I was thrust into so violently. Cuz’ it’s clear to me, No matter how hard I cried There was no crawling back to that womb. It’s silent, The contempt connotations Soaking into our covalent communities. But really, What else would we expect from a capitalist misuse of power? I'm not a negative person, at least I don't like to think I am. But I am a realist, and I can tell what things are really just a sham. The words I would need to explain all the pain, shame, and mind games this countries fame has brought about, are simply too sinister to even be thought-out. So yes, Words cannot explain the harsh reality of what it is to be an American teen.

”I’m American” by Mun

[petrihkor]

Polyamory

Reblog if you’re polyamorous/open to polyamory in the future/in a polycule or open to one/interested in polyamory I want to see how many of us there are

And like if you think polyamory is okay, can be healthy, and doesn’t “go against human nature”

[munnsroom]

Its such a shame this reality we all call home, selfish games clog our existence in an ever-spiraling chain. I do recall not long ago, having hope for a better day. I’ve come to learn that with age such things will always fade. Our modern world so full of wonders, o’ how could one not participate? Well, I for one, don’t think I’d like to live off minimum wage. It’s such a shame, this reality we all call home. We’ve set the stage, we’ve preformed the show, we can do it all again. Such repetition is bound to be as easy as it can. So onward we go, we’ve yet to miss a beat, self-destruction in this shameful reality.

Mun

[munnsroom]

Its such a shame

this reality we all call home,

selfish games

clog our existence in an ever-spiraling chain.

I do recall

not long ago,

having hope for a better day.

I've come to learn that with age

such things will always fade.

Our modern world so full of wonders, o' how could one not participate?

Well, I for one, don't think I'd like to live off minimum wage.

It's such a shame, this reality we all call home.

We've set the stage, we've preformed the show, we can do it all again. Such repetition is bound to be as easy as it can.

So onward we go, we've yet to miss a beat,

self-destruction in this shameful reality.

[munnsroom]

Sometimes when I get the mail, and I find myself breathing in the air, I remember how much nicer the outdoor air can feel in your lungs.

Then a giant ass truck rolls by and im hacking up gas fumes.

Ah, industrialization.

[munnsroom]

Hey, are you ready to say hello? I don’t think so. Hon, I think you might just need to let go. No. Well are you sure you would know? ..no Then you need to show That you can finally let go Of what happened, All those years ago.

Mun