Loved

These are not good goals I don't want to feel safe, I'll never learn that way The kind of chaos I wish to convey; In fine illuminations - and a resting pace This is intensely flawed And bleeds its feelings through these seats Deliberate in each movement and pause Navigating weakness; with a dystopian loss Tiny lies; with a soft love I'd rather be alone Then I’d be happy; then I’d be enough I'd rather be alone Tiny lies; with a soft love I'd rather be alone Then I’d be happy; then I’d be enough I'd rather be alone I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I cannot fix this I want to feel again My body's failing I need help

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

He can wear the skin of a professional Life as a sick romance - lust has no mercy So show us what your muscles can do The good times will not last Selective reverence; It gnaws and it picks at my concentration So show us what your muscles can do The good times will not last Selective reverence; It gnaws and it picks at my concentration We're taught to believe in such foolish idealism: Entitled fairy tales recited nightly Caught in these recycled thoughts and criticized for such cynicism A perpetual cliché of damned if you do, damned if you don't Are you impressed? Just because no one else is talking doesn't mean you need to be

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

He's always there, but he's always wrong Please turn the power back on I can't stop sweating The payment's sent with a letter of disappointment It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth This is the anarchy of beasts It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth This is the anarchy of beasts If the dog can't handle me at my most reckless, then it doesn't deserve me at my most precise Providing for your gentleman? I have some quick advice A failed exorcism for the most aggressive boy; he's not fine, but he's alive With a constant stream of brilliance, resting marks; though he'll survive It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth This is the anarchy of beasts It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth This is the anarchy of beasts He's kind of a hero, he's fairly legit; An expat with more space to be lonely in I'll be here - flexing; you want to feel like a man? Focus, focus; you'll do what you can I'll be here - flexing; you want to feel like a man? Focus, focus; you'll do what you can You've made your bed, now sleep in it alone

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

That was one of the brilliant things about Claude He's a young man with his young hands Looking at that naked man, saving that other naked man And I like the way it busies the hands It's fun to blame you because you're the only one who cares It's fun to blame you because you're the only one who cares Down here there are animals too, as the flies eat your tears Old feelings; you can't buy those memories...or sell them, though I'm skeptical of that love Always awkward; a lifestyle brand Top level of the bottom rung; Such a clean young man - you have enough energy to ruin things It's fun to blame you because you're the only one who cares It's fun to blame you because you're the only one who cares Down here there are animals too, as the flies eat your tears This is perfect art Down here, down here As the flies eat your tears As the flies eat your tears

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

It's never as bad as you think; but it's always the worst it's been How many times must I fade away? Longing for a free flowing, natural understanding And it feels less and less likely as the time passes On paper things are fine. They're fine. I'm fine Where have you been, my narcissistic dream? On paper things are fine. They're fine. I'm fine Where have you been, my narcissistic dream? If I stay awake – well, just long enough If I stay awake and I care, sometimes things will just sort of end Endless scribbles, and drafts on drafts on drafts When I need to care, it's just not there When people need to settle; I just cannot settle On paper things are fine. They're fine. I'm fine Where have you been, my narcissistic dream? On paper things are fine. They're fine. I'm fine Where have you been, my narcissistic dream? Funneling toward the worst of our nature It'll take your everything

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026

Why won't you make me happy? In their hearts, they have fear There are those who are lost; Does that mean I’ve given up again? To kill with silent contempt Stop giving me hope Like you need it to live - with overwhelming persistence: My angels graceless; useless Just leave the stains where they are, for the love of god Please be quiet and leave me Tell me again about my miracle Stop giving me hope Life of bitter things, yet it's appropriate No thought novel; the joke is cruel Stop giving me hope Oh, what a gift: I've met my maker She serves oblivion with a cynical smirk Each attempting to record what it is to be human Stop giving me hope

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 23, 2026