Boomshockalocka
Boomshockalocka
@boomshockalocka.bsky.social
Avid reader
supporter of art
Listener of music.
Severe Autism
Scott Mitchell
(most of my poetry lives in the replies section)
words write words
when finding fight words
To find the right words
To show your plight words
December 18, 2025 at 3:24 AM
I very much enjoyed the things we don't talk about.

On that note, how dare you make them intangible. I swam so far.
December 12, 2025 at 9:02 PM
No prize for being good enough
For rewards are bound by deed
No pay because the job is tough
Rather, for what they need.

You are told, indeed, to do your best
In the hopes you will succeed.
But know, right now, you are enough.
Without such effort's creed.
December 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM
We'll always mire
Throughout all time
In all the things
We surround ourselves with

Likes and loves
Or birds and doves
We perspire,
Nonetheless.
December 8, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Following strands
That lead to nowhere
What a wondrous endeavor

Learning lessons
From here and there
So many epiphanies to weather
November 26, 2025 at 8:34 PM
To embody the narrator,

WHY WOULD YOU BRING HER HERE?!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RISKS YOU ARE TAKING?!
November 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Why delete what you've made
Within the endless sea?
Set it adrift
Watch them sift
Losing track of you and me.
November 26, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Indeed, it's true
I didn't come to see
My soul has enough angst
For the next year or three
November 26, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Why so serious, Cockremover?
November 26, 2025 at 8:19 PM
a sad state of affairs
November 19, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Is that how it is?
I never would have known
In truth
My heart
Is complete
On its own

There's beauty in your sorrow
Your will to push on through
The stakes of such a game
Would pull me clean in two.
November 16, 2025 at 11:51 PM