my poetry

i used to think my poetry was shit. now i have a lot more understanding of art as a medium for self expression/self exploration and i realized that there is no such thing as a bad poem. so have some poetry

i found this poem circa 2021 from a compilation of a bunch of notes app poetry (meaning i wrote them on my phone.) i am particularly taken with this passage. i even recorded myself singing it as lyrics with my ukulele. if you know anything about me, i hope the passage can speak for itself, or that you can relate to it in some way.

“Don’t mind me” is my
Hail Mary, whispered
With the practiced cadence
Of a compulsive sinner
Because all I wish when I meet an understanding gaze
Is to fold my skin and bones
Neat, into little squares
And tuck them away onto a shelf
Where my only worries will be dust
Where my only worries will be Time’s gentle, unrelenting caress,
Stripping me away from myself
Bit by bit
“Do not bother me” I whisper to me
“Do not demand things of me that I cannot give to you,
do not offer love that cannot be reciprocated”
As if I was an ouruborus
As if all of my efforts to exist as needed
Will end up as fine pulp