ANTHROPOLOGY ANTHOLOGY - A COLLECTION OF POEMS AND OTHER CRAP, MAINLY WORDS - WRITTEN BY NO SLEEP MITCHY

I came up with some poems over the weekend while on a trip, so here, have this :3

smoke runs off my back, little tendrils of decaying weed.
black clothes work wonders for absorbing the sun's reign.
vitamin d tastes too much like iron.

cassandra's threnody - 3/16/25

i love like a dog
and i FUCKIN HATE THAT
not just for the other person but for me also
sometimes knives are just double edged

felt a bit edgy lol - 3/16/25

oh, i wanna be a boy!
I wanna be a girl!
Why can't I just be.
Do I even get the privilege of existing????

(((suppressed))) - 3/16/25

sometimes i feel like a dead cigar
emitting harmful fumes, burning everyone around me
but then the fire stopped

didn't really like this one when i wrote it, so i revised it - 3/16/25

life on earth is becoming too much of a sisyphean task
merely because of the idiocy and ignorance of those we're supposed to look up to
what the hell happened to role models?

that is the question - 3/18/25

You ruined the color blue for me, did you know that?
The rainwater seeps down my face, pitter-pattering my collarbone and soaking my shoes.
Really, i've no more fucks to give.

4/2/25 - based off of "blah blah blah" by the oozes

trigger warning for this next one! i don't really know how to specifically warn this, but i feel this could be possibly distressing because of the self-unalive implications. stay safe plz <3

staring down the barrel of a shotgun
check yes or no on the list
either way the change is irreversible
trust me, it doesn't get better.

4/2/25 - based off of anything by adrianne lenker

time will just keep passing through, as fast or slow as it wants to, with no regards for us.
it goes by- no matter how hard we hack at it, we can never get a gem off.
is that why the concept is so hard to decipher?

chronos - may edit l8tr - 4/2/25

The owl stares me down as I glare, blood coating her feathers from the intensity of it all.
"What have you done?" It seems to ask, though maybe that's just my imagination.
The tip of the arrow lies at my feet, pupil glaring back at me directly from the wooden shaft.
What have I done indeed.

Athena - 4/6/25