Isolophobe : Writing

21 year olds don't get lonely.

21 year olds don't get lonely.

A Poem by Isolophobe


I know what a wanderer looks like, what carousels they sit uponand ride for the sake of joy.And I know little of that joy.What it means to last is to ..
F**k the academy.

F**k the academy.

A Poem by Isolophobe


F**k the academy, f**k it so hard as the laws of physics will allow,even if one thrust demolishes it entirely.F**k it like there is no graduation ..
Madam, a past is a past is a past.

Madam, a past is a past is a past.

A Poem by Isolophobe


She's not the end of the world,only the end of an era.She fit so well there, so I'll leave her there.
And on a pedestal Parent miles high, they said the following:

And on a pedestal Parent miles high, they said the..

A Poem by Isolophobe


Its about time you listen to me for a change. Shut the f**k up, I don't care how hard you've had it. It only gets harder and if that doesn't put a fea..
Nice guy complex

Nice guy complex

A Poem by Isolophobe


YOU YOUYOUYOUfuckYOUcanI?Please?I'll be gentleI'll watch your temper dissolveI'll locate the fear andmake it afraid to existYOUyouYOUcan I be a wilder..
I keep my happiness under my bed, too bad my mattresses have been sewn together by SATAN

I keep my happiness under my bed, too bad my mattr..

A Poem by Isolophobe


All I'm thinking is what the f**k was I thinking?to have embarked upon sincerely believingin a womb so tight, any child would strangle itself coming o..
Rwarawrawrawrawr

Rwarawrawrawrawr

A Poem by Isolophobe


ha, two depressed people can totally love each other right!?
a rhyming ape. (that kills everyone)

a rhyming ape. (that kills everyone)

A Poem by Isolophobe


There are few things that people are more oblivious to thantheir own unkindness.pay attention to the things they say the most,those are their excuses...
what a mess i've made of my mind

what a mess i've made of my mind

A Poem by Isolophobe


I'm in dire need of an orgasmand I'm tired of watchingthe dull gatherers, with their unforgiving tongues,take what I deserve.if i could paint the whol..
Please, love me now, please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?

Please, love me now, please? Please? Please? Pleas..

A Poem by Isolophobe


How miserable must a place be where its possibleto betoo nice?For the devotchkas to sit and dream upmen into golden gates that bond by the bicepsand k..