Black Ink
A beating heart
filled with black ink
enough to pen
ten thousand truths
trickling out from wounds
bleeding onto the pages
from one cut flows
ten thousand poems.
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My mind has
four walls,
a ceiling,
and a floor –
I’ll let you know
if I ever find
a door.
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I can feel youth leaving my body daily
A natural human right
To decay one day at a time
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this dagger of unbroken steel / polished insanity in a shivering hand / a madman’s vision of a better future / the fire burns bright / though comfort is absent / this dagger of hope / a night without ending / a madman’s vision / insanity reigns together
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The basics – a shopping list
This shopping list should by no means be used to try and understand my current state of mind,
- Washing up liquid x2
- Coffee x2
- Orange juice x2
Although to some it might indicate I suffer from dehydration, or a deep yearning for snow, all I can say is that these were the the only things that came to mind, when I thought of tomorrow and my need to stay alive
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“I am a subspecies of human that nobody should morn the loss of ”
– me, mourning the demise of male northern white rhinos