// I am the Other //
I reached desperately as she
Recoiled away from my touch,
the touch of a hollow man,
Scared for her life and desperate for help,
Feeling alone in a great crowd.
They say feelings can be transmitted by touch.
Later that day,
Another great crowd was drawn,
With axes and pitchforks,
And I was burned to the ground,
Without a word having escaped my mouth.
In your books and classrooms,
You might speak of Mary and her daughters,
You might listen to the stories of black men who dared to touch white women,
But you do understand.
I cannot speak,
But I understand.
I am sorry Helen,
I was drunk and slurred my words;
I never meant you any harm but -
I just hadn't had the touch of a woman,
Well, ever, really - I, well, um, you see, I tried
being nice and being aggressive,
But I was never rich nor impressive,
This old face? I'm glad it's burnt to ashes anyhow.
S- sorry to bother you.
I'm turning 23 years old today.
Can you say happy birthday to me,
I posted this in /lit/
moar - idgaf anymore about leaving names
kek'd hard at this man. imagining this to be the intro to your forthcoming collected works.
more of /robotsongwriting/ than poetry, but I started writing lyrics earlier for a song about how the truth hurts and the times where it's better to live a lie. I've only got a chorus so far.
I call it Lampshade.
Under the lampshade, what do you see?
Only the brighter side of me
Truth is the one thing I believe
But sometimes the lies sound better
Take off the lampshade, what do you see?
Only a blinding agony
Sometimes the truth just makes you grieve
So I'm gonna lie forever
Btw yes I know the blinding agony line sounds edgy
Started slowly, dark and lonely
Pornhub playing, palms oily
Throbbing, horny, feeling good
Head sticking out from under the hood
Nice and hard it's time to whack
First step pull the foreskin back
Second stroke it nice and steady
Third step get the cum rag ready
Twitch and tingle in my balls
Feel it coming, I hit pause
Gripping tightly, spill a little
Forever on the wood I whittle
Robots with more heart than brains.
The normies think they know our pain.
Again just be yourself again.
Lift by yourself, futile gains.
Wake up from nightmarish dreams.
More tendies mommy we will scream.
With feels so real, where is my queen?
Life's a bad deal, let's just post memes.
>With feels so real, where is my queen?
>Life's a bad deal, let's just post memes.
Give me the time of the day.
This dark soul weeps, it struggles to say,
My time is now! This is my time!
It yells, it cries, it's left behind.
It wears a hundred different hats,
but nothing can change what is the man.
Sensitive boy, life is just crap.
Maybe he just couldn't handle the bantz.
I think somewhere took a wrong turn,
Maybe my parents should've been more stern
Cause now my life lacks decorum,
My best friend is a Filipino frottage forum