Tag: #reality

• Fiction

  I spendso much timein these wordsthat it’sthe worldthat starts tosounds likefiction,and it’s thevoices inmy headthat Ilisten to.And theytell me tostay here.

  lou rasmus

  January 22, 2018

  Poems

  #fiction, #life, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Thoughts, #Writer

• Ceiling

  I like to sit in my chair and stare at the ceiling, while I smoke some weed and wonder why I haven’t found any meaning in my life yet. I wonder if I ever will, or if it’s all just a useless waste of time. Maybe. But it’s not like I have anything else going…

  lou rasmus

  January 20, 2018

  Poems

  #High, #life, #observation, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer, Bored

• Disappointment

  I’m sitting on the couch, watching the same TV show that I watched yesterday, and thinking about what exactly I’m doing with myself. Binge watching shit? It’s not even good shit. But everyone else is watching it, and sometimes it feels weird to not do what everyone else is doing, so I keep watching. It’s…

  lou rasmus

  January 18, 2018

  Poems

  #Anxiety, #Depression, #life, #Millenial, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Writer, disappointment, doubt, fear

• Hamsters

  All of the hamster wheels we’re taken at hamster camp this morning. It’s that time of year I guess, when everyone decides that they want to squeeze one more year out of life, like they suddenly deserve it. Too bad it’s not their decision.

  lou rasmus

  January 8, 2018

  Poems

  #life, #observation, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Writer, fitness, gym, health, workout

• Hack

  What’s a poem, when a picture can speak without a single letter. What’s a writer, then, but only a sort-of artist. A phony. A fake. A lazy fucking hack. I’m ok with that. I’ve been called worse.

  lou rasmus

  January 5, 2018

  Poems

  #Anxiety, #Depression, #life, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Writer, art, doubt, fear

• Cleaning Shit / New Year

  Someone shit on the floor in the bathroom where I work. Seriously. Someone shit on the fucking floor. And it’s my job to clean it up. Fuck. This isn’t worth minimum wage, I think. But then I clean it up anyway. I wear gloves but it still makes me feel like I need a hot…

  lou rasmus

  January 1, 2018

  Short Stories

  #Anxiety, #Depression, #Flash-Fiction, #life, #micro-fiction, #reality, #work, #Writer, ramble, Short Story

• Wine

  I’m looking in the mirror but I can’t see straight. My teeth are stained red from all the wine that I’ve been drinking, and there’s a vein protruding from my forehead, splitting my face in half. Veins everywhere, really. I’m so dehydrated. So fucked up. So both. Ha.

  lou rasmus

  December 30, 2017

  Poems

  #Alcoholic, #Drunk, #life, #poem, #reality, #Writer

• Write A Poem

  Sometimes I get so bored that I just do things, like masturbate, or polish my guitar strings. Sometimes I even clean some stuff, or see how many cream puffs I can shove in my mouth at once. And sometimes, if it gets really bad, I may even write a poem.

  lou rasmus

  December 23, 2017

  Poems

  #adult, #Depression, #life, #masturbate, #poem, #reality, #Writer, boredom

• Hollywood

  Isn’t it funny, that no one ever has to take a shit in the movies. The actors and actresses, they enter every scene immaculately, shining, and ready to make love. I’ve never seen that in my life. I take a shit when I get home from a long day of work, or after having a…

  lou rasmus

  December 21, 2017

  Poems

  #life, #poem, #reality, #Writer, actor, actress, hollywood, movies

• Faggots

  When I tell my friends that I write poetry, they usually tell me that I’m a faggot. And then I tell them that they shouldn’t call people faggots. I say it’s offensive. But then they say that it’s only offensive to faggots. And so I let it go. I turn to my phone. And I…

  lou rasmus

  December 20, 2017

  Poems

  #Friends, #life, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Writer