crulwrld

[crulwrld]

Can u pick me up a Diet Coke

#photobooth #diva #diet coke #willow pill #twink #soundcloud #ottessa moshfegh

[crulwrld]

Pink

I put pink in my eyes to rose your lenses all the

time

She yields, and she slowly understands,

“how could I expect anything from this man, with his transactions always in hand”

I realized something for you

cos I knew you wouldn’t want to have to

that I believe in my inherent worth, while you measure my value,

and getting through to me takes a person not an introduction or a how to

and if the frustration framing my face wasn’t a clue

you’ve made me feel bruised, and in the same vein that must be a turn off to the both of us,

nothing new

and once again like optical lens with the oculus skew, like a mirror bounce that picture right back at you

like I know you

#poetry

[crulwrld]

Bharani

Bharani

It’s not that it was you

It’s that it moved through you

The smallest rose kin shaved the shelf of sand skin — Like a pin to a continent

I skim this peninsula we’re in

We all have our person

That can change a lot in your vision, quickly. Like a psychedelic or a bullet to the eye.

Fuck it, paint the sky black. I would too if I felt the way you do,

anyway

You taught me

You taught me

I wail—

while whip behinding

“I feel like I like everyone more than they like me.”

I cry out dishonestly and taking personally in my car like I was in therapy

Those armor plates reverberate backways. I’ve got cacophonies to contemplate

At the end of the street,

you scene

your halo’s rippling at the seams

you soft release, your likes

Mars eyes

simmering simmering

You’re skeptical,

and testing me

But what you don’t understand

is that a picture of ur face

is superimposed

—a point of vibration

—at the end of the street

Fuchsia static hue view

Dark blue

Dark blue

My lessons stop show

Right thru you

Right thru you

#poetry

[crulwrld]

hola

[crulwrld]

Arena

I was in the arena

I was crying from eyes

you were politicking- every word of advice had a guise

So, I believe what you really mean

is you wanna leverage me

to obtain some certain goal

This could’ve been prevented if our hearts weren’t holes

If we didn’t talk about the government within the household

If we didn’t think our feelings to death

If this wasn’t an arena and I could just feel frustrated

I realize this wound is a world

But it makes me feel traumatized

Chiron

I cry on

Boom

A depression washes over the home

#poetry

[crulwrld]

Twicies

You failed the mission. Mind yours.

Decisively : Quick

You’ve got what’s coming to you, and it was dependent on your attention. Did you detour?

I’m taking off my shirt

Pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck

Oh, you’re changing too.

Oh

I smuggled and swiped all my devices. I murdered the cheerleading team; on accident: I rolled the dices.

On top of accidents, license-less I roll thunder; I drink a Hurricane.

I lose my friends,

I wander

I wander.

Don’t hold me, haven’t you heard? I’m lonely.

Don’t grey rock, I’m a reflection of you.

Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.

You don’t need a sign to know you’re delusional, and I tell everybody everything - so

I already knew

I face suck it up

like vanilla icies

I ora boras

dance

cycle

Do it twicies

I try things

I try things

I try things

—

Ur guilt is ur thoughts

and ur thoughts are fleeting swimmingly

And I’d disassociate

But now I just say

“optical illusion” then turn the other way

I take mirage as a state

and as of late

It’s okay if it can’t uncomplicate

Pray

I don’t know

Stay

I don’t know

If I’m left at the fray

you think I’ll do the same, though?

No

Like gold — I found your answer

No

I don’t have to think about if it’s gonna happen

if I prevent it from fucking happening

I block that thing

Like a palm, like a dam

I push my blessing up against the wall,

and show him who I am

I’m his man

He’s obsessed with looking down at me

like iPhone resting in his hand

ohhhhhh

I strip the bando, Modelo

I’m like the beer salt - the beer salt

I wear black, I’m drinking yellow

I’m mellow, no hello

I bump the bleachers, show, show

I GTGo, GTGo

Then I Frenchly found the door

Thank you

#poetry

[crulwrld]

Hub

Strings strings strings

I burst bullets like arson

I breathe the new air in

I Breathe the Air-In

Insatiably, I move in the air

Like thunderbird, like halo

Like reflection of the stare

If my glare is in the air

— I green the air

I green the air

Falic and flared

Gleaming mean

I’m unaware

I know what life’s about

Flash right through your waistwear

With color pear

Color pear

Where I put my authority, it teaches me

It touches, and wash bleaches me

I make my way to your home

I throw stones and tomatoes

So what was I?

A blip in your matrix?

Do you take me for what I am, or do you think me into inflation?

Did I influence your inner nation, or live up to being a replacement?

Obviously,

I only take staycations.

I fuel the ruminating fire with my reflections of it.

I burned the tent down because you insinuated it wasn’t an ideal sleeping situation.

Ls rain from the sky.

— I caught happiness like lightning that day.

I have a great threshold,

just in case you’re missing me,

and I wanted to let you know,

I’m not fucking anybody.

#poetry

[crulwrld]

Innateness

I wore the day

tear for tear — on me

Pumpernickel bread,

and counter-topped laundry.

Proposals propped their presence — asking questions far beyond me.

The things brimming our wrists, they kiss. Our digits like swan necks crossing.

I cross-ed move with aptitude, my mood is ringing, pings the air, then hits the ground.

Like my vessel is bowl Tibetan and infecting your breath work with bottomless sound.

Like mallet - like baton on the bound - I make around you my rounds. Sing it to the world, loud.

Your chair is your chair, and you are mine now.

——

Wrapping around his face in focus was wandering kitchen light,

or the sun that flooded the kitchen through the window,

from the northwest side.

His eyes like birth charts, mine of an astrological guide.

He glides with his pride, in which Venus rhymes.

I ride the shooting star,

the shooting star dying.

That innateness

Innateness

Innateness

So debate this,

Without hesitate this

Are you heartfelt, or did I catch a liar lying?

#poetry