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Mercrutio
Name’s mercrutio. Just trying to do Life and its subsidiaries poetic justice.
Updates on Thursday. I’m on insta (don’t post like a Kardashian, but). Check me out on Wattpad. Please. I’m a starving artist. ... PLEASE!
God Bless America, but smite me, for living is a sin. For now, I’m just a first world problem.
Midnight tidings, not tollings/ even when I’m tired, my brain keeps holding/ awake, afraid to sleep/ if I do, do I get my soul to keep?/or am I lost to the void/ like a dream lost to Styx?
I entered a fake relationship a while ago for kicks. I wanted to see how manipulative I could be. But I forgot that love always plays me.
I have February Fever. How bout you? Also, the story about the girl I screwed over... she returned the favor, and like all great artists before me I’m going to send it back in my medium.
I’m suddenly a self-help guru. As growing humans, we have problems; let’s address them.
I’ve been gone awhile (again), but while I’ve been gone I’ve written poems documenting what’s been going on lately. My headspace has kinda been in a black hole. Thankfully, I’m back where I’m supposed to be: lost in orbit. But, hey, I got some crazy stories to share. Keep ya posted 😉
There is something wrong with you if you think a pencil on a desk is creative. Make an argument, I’ll hear you out.
Nearly started crying in class when the teacher brought it up. I was hardly one when it happened, but I was American. I AM American, and a proud patriot. I am proid of what we can do. America is great, because of the people within it. Greatness is an ACT. Never forget. A moment of silence.
I shouldn't be up this late. These are just some notes I had laying around. I thought I would "ASMR" them to you.
This isn't the most depressing thing I've published. That being said, it's not the most upbeat either.
My existence is becoming unraveled, but when you're used to a tangled mess, straight lines often make you fussy.
ACT II, stage left, let's get it right. I’ve been gone awhile, but I’m back (at least pretend to be happy).
It's my fault. I should have been stronger. But the shame I continue to carry makes me weak-- it makes US weak. We need to let go. To look what's chained us in the eye and tell it we're better. I am not my past.
I didn't eat breakfast, I'm wearing shoes that don't match, and I may have failed the SAT... Am I relateable or what?? 😏
Past, future, present. Imma keep doing me the best I can, even when I remember how much life suck(-s)(-ed)(is sucking)
We talk about trans- and homo- phobia; beware. Send me some research on those phobias, pls!!
I'm sorry. I tried. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry I'm pathetic, I'm vain, I'm worthless, I think too much, I'm sorry I keep screwing up and my life is a trainwreck still struggling along the tracks. I'm so f#@%ing sorry that this is who I am! Who I became... If I've disappointed you, I'm so sorry.... I'm sorry.
I didn't have anything to talk about really. I know I'm not correlated or relateable at all, but I wanna be. So if you want something, then tell me.
Music is great-- freaking amazing even. But some songs are just straight up C R E A M 🤤
RIP Dolores O'Riordan ⚰️🖤 just found out... Anyway, I'm back... yeah. I don’t talk about it in this episode, but I remembered while choosing the music (something I do last). The Bad Wolves cover, which I just heard today actually made me want to cry (I leaked a little), but I was honestly more touched than sad. That’s really sweet of them.
It took a long time, but I finally fell apart. It took even longer, but I'm finally starting to put myself back together...
Dislaimer: i love women as much as the next mysogynist... jk, chill. Everyone deserves a chance. At everything.... also i was bulimic. Just keep that in mind.
The war against my own (in)sanity is over. But who won? The conclusion is never the end.
You know when you get toothpaste on your shirt in the morning, and you look at it like “you didn’t have to do that.” Then look from the toothbrush to the shirt and just don’t know what to do, but laugh anyway cos it happened and that’s ALL the happened and it’s not the worst.... yup.
Introducing the new anthology Stasis. It’s going to be uploaded in “Moments”, just spits of what the Prologue can’t capture.
After a period of repression, I can no longer deny these feelings. I’m no robot or heartless incubator. I am human. And I’m as pathetic as the rest of you.
I was anorexic/bulimic and I hope this is the end. If you’re struggling with any eating disorder and want to stop please know you can message me (king.fairoh@gmail.com or comment), and if not me then someone. There’s so much more than this...
The feeling of apathy finally became unbearable and I had to admit a lot of things to myself. Self-induced destruction like this hurt too much, and it wasn’t me. I’m done.
Vanity part I is mostly about my struggle with bulimia. At first I didn’t mind it. I knew I was “cheating”, but I didn’t care. I was being vain. Like everyone else. I didn’t realise I was wrong... and suffering.
This is the conclusion to my WORTH anthology and the beginning of my next. Vote for either Vanity or Pathetic in the comments! This is The intermission between WORTH and whichever i write next.
I mostly talk about myself, what it means to exist, the future, and the past. In addition to that, I do a little self promo for my wattpad account (HarlemsCrow). Also which poetic anthology do you want to hear next: Vanity or Pathetic?
Worth is completely self-centered. It’s about my own lack of essence... my compromised essence, and how we all want more.