Rampant Intellectualism As A Coping Mechanism

i am both happy and sad; and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

sometimes I wanna leave just to see if you'd even bother to fight for me.

[jeffreymcdanielpoetry]

During my formative years, my mother had this annoying habit of taking me into shoe stores and forgetting all about me. She’d try on heels and pumps, sandals and beige leather boots, winking at herself in the mirror, like she was Cinderella. I’d crawl into the stockroom behind the stacks of boxes, until the last employee clicked off the lights and headed home. Then I’d emerge, place a shoe horn in the palm of my favorite mannequin, and sleep at her feet gleefully because she was my flesh and blood.

Jeffrey McDaniel, Mannequin Complex (via jeffreymcdanielpoetry)

[jeffreymcdanielpoetry]

Dear Mom, thanks for giving birth to me and not having an abortion.2% of my time on Earth has been spent inside your body- more than all my girlfriends combined. I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading what the previous fetuses had written on your walls. That’s how I learned to spell. That’s how I came out speaking.

Jeffrey McDaniel, Renovating the Womb (via jeffreymcdanielpoetry)

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

I'm just so tired all the time.

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

“do they collide?” i ask and you smile // from the passenger seat as you are driving me home

[ryanwithlions]

poetry waiting.

two years ago, when these pens stopped working i tore apart some pallets and wrote a window out of the wood.

there was always poetry waiting to be found.

last year, i pulled a knife from my back and started carving my writer’s block into a doorway. now it’s easier to get through.

there was always poetry waiting to be found.

today, i took my time reading graffiti on the walls we’ve all been building where our doorways should have went.

and there is still poetry waiting to be found.

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

Untitled Poem #1

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

untitled haiku no. 1

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

sos pls

What do u do when the sadness is eating u alive from the inside but u r 2 sad 2 make art about it?

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

Why is it that I'm expected to give so much of myself but I get so little of you in return?

[nomorefullnameleavemealone]

My senior quote

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

You are king

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

All I'm saying is I love when you call me baby or kitten and I wanna sit on the floor in front of you with my head on your lap.

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

read this shit

Our parents generation teases ours about the spike in depression, anxiety, and related mental illnesses and imbalances. They say we’re weak and it’s because our generation doesn’t have anything real to worry about. In some respects, maybe they’re right, but what they didn’t consider is that our generation is literally watching the world end in front of our eyes and there’s nothing we can do about it. Our generation is living with the fallout of the irreversible damage our parents generation did to our planet and it’s resources, and they’re wondering why we’re suddenly a little more anxious than they were??

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

too broken to be loved

I desperately want to give you all of me, but I'm terribly afraid you won't want it once you have it

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

Love you

Not as much as I love you

[overcaffeinatedandunderjoyed]

If I had a nickel for every time I burned the roof of my mouth on pizza because I was too excited to wait til it was cool enough to eat, I'd have enough nickels to buy myself another pizza and probably burn myself on that too.

[anitaillemann]