Category: Poetry

  • Optimistic Resignation

    I live my privileged life Wandering from interest to interest Connecting with anyone who can bear my strife Thinking pretentious thoughts with disinterest Like how I could help the perturbed I know it takes a lot more than me But I need my life to feel deserved So that before my last sleep I can…

  • Being Extra

    As our conversation goes on I feel dissatisfied, dejected Nothing dissected Not that there needs to be anything here for me I’m nobody Just a dying flame you wish to extinguish with pleasantries And you’re not anyone to me but someone to appease So why do I feel like there needs to be something? I…