Isolophobe : Writing

When my free times gone

When my free times gone

A Poem by Isolophobe


I spend my time thinking of those that don't think about me Imagining a warm body next to me I'll probably never see Harming imaginary villains spro..
So Many Tears, You Could Breaststroke here

So Many Tears, You Could Breaststroke here

A Poem by Isolophobe


An attempt at making my depression laughable in the vein of Sole and Yoni Wolf's material.
Refereferefer

Refereferefer

A Poem by Isolophobe


Love me, please.
Fondle the parts you can't touch

Fondle the parts you can\'t touch

A Poem by Isolophobe


Fools fall in love The wise fall in love with each other. Dead dogs lie, alive ones f**k until they die. Love: I hope we f**k. Not like my ..
Yet I sing to the chior, drunk and out of key.

Yet I sing to the chior, drunk and out of key.

A Poem by Isolophobe


This yearning is like a baby crying atonally but repetitively. I am that baby. And I crawl through cobwebs of venomous leeches claiming they Lov..
Maturation II

Maturation II

A Poem by Isolophobe


There's horror in altruism. There's horror in altruism.
Having SHoes like Follicles

Having SHoes like Follicles

A Poem by Isolophobe


When decadence rips you Out of the soil you're growing from When someone's whimsical expedience Slices you in half, or entirely When you hear ..
Was Drowning, Was Reflecting

Was Drowning, Was Reflecting

A Poem by Isolophobe


Thinking about my father And how he bent like a soft piece of wood Or the way his frustration would ignite Like the smokes he balanced his insecu..
Yes, I'm not sure.

Yes, I\'m not sure.

A Poem by Isolophobe


Here, impartially, living one mid-life crisis at a time. If my life removed the question mark at the end, would it still make sense? Will it have b..
With a Sword in my Hand

With a Sword in my Hand

A Poem by Isolophobe


I chase the pitiful carrying a Carton of hope in the other. An ounce for every regret they Hold. Fighting off the fortunate who Try to drink fro..