love me
Poetry Drafts
No smoke without fire
In the heat of the moment
our moment
my napalm nausea
and rage overflowing
our innocense lost to
fires burning stronger
the pulp and the
harbinger of death
combined
the pyre smouldering
yet
S.C.U.M
I would happily give you
the knife
the enabler
to go forth and prosper
slicing parts of me
into oblivion
My birth coinciding with
Your manifesto calling
for the cutting of the MEs
I understand your grief
though not how man’s
demise would ever
fulfill your dreams
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Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: my feminine manifesto
a rat called pudsy
Born in the gutter I was not // far from it removed I was // a roof covered most of my crown jewels shimmering // a leaky bucket in gold acovered withering // I grew in length and aptitude // scholarly visit were regular occurrence // with age came understanding // though not as expected // the world seemed different // scary and nasty // I withdrew from it all // with nobody caring // no questions asked or suggestions sharing // a life in solitude // a narrow path of flight // the only route of escape was through the gutter downspout
ego sum, sed non requiescent
I admit I sometimes sleep
it helps to keep the mice at bay
They crawl inside my veins most days
the shaking never stops
I try and drown them one by one
breathless whimpers in my mind
Mindless racing
Thoughts alight
another sleepless night
awaits
until the end of time
There is a carpet under my stairs
a red carpet stored just in case
one day one who deserves it
falls from the sky and begs
to enter
I will roll it out and make it
splendid
on my knees I will greet her
on my feet I will ease her
on my back I will please her
until the end of time
the traveller
I folded space and time as
pizza dough roughly
Bouncing through the ages
the silicon filled inlays
never made sense
Lighting solar fusions
from matching pairs of
stockings
Drowning sorrows in
cheap red
wine
As above, so below
The lesser of two …
unbound glory of the whole
unconsciousness unaltered
the peak rising
the union gathering
the God is
awaiting
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Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: As above, so below
oรน est la clรฉ
Where is the key
for the magical unlocking
to open the door
that was meant
for me
My destiny to be
the dream fulfilled
the answers spilled
no questions remain
the door closing
behind me