Attempted poetry

Thoughts that bubble over need somewhere to go, so i spill them across my keyboard. I don't really have much of a skill set other than writing, so I can only hope that you enjoy these little bits of my soul.


8. Bathroom Stalls

Sharpies and pencil lead crowd these walls

Names of the whores and sluts that this high school has long forgotten

That have been covered with layer upon layer of paint and still they return

You can scrub these walls 'til they shine

You can paint over the words and memes 

The petty pictures of balls etched into the stalls

But all your efforts go unnoticed

You can try with all your might

But they will continue to return, time and time again

And until teens no longer walk these halls

You can never erase marks made on these fragile hearts.

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