lights out
The recycling of souls never triggered the warning light. Not that it would have mattered, the bulb broke aeons ago
Poetry Drafts
the long walk
Forever is a long walk On crutches down a Slippery slope I fell hard as a youth and Not sorry to say I am still sliding
1st.
As far as time-lines go I named her my first, Not knowing her actual gender I found her sleeping rough, Beneath a pile of books I called her pretty, my dear Roseanna I convey this In the toungue of the ancient mariner, I cared for her so blessed life I carried her with me until her birth, But without knowing and intention I failed her as any parent would, Not knowing her actual gender I named her my first, my all With her legacy intact She now calls me fool, I hesitate to argue This smallest of truths, My first, my unborn will still be you
Z
I want love as a distraction I want love and your knickers in a twist I want love and my angel back & Z is the end of the love I seek
the leaf
Growing up in the dark and the cold I had a soft spot for the maple leaf: One of ours made his name afar Breaking bones defending a thin blue line I took comfort and found inspiration; turned myself into a defender likewise, We made drawings back then of famous players; and of contemporary downhill racers. We drew them and shared as the children we were In the land of the maple tree I did not grow up to become the me, but the pride of the leaf remains with me still on this day as if it was already mine & for tomorrow as my guiding light
god of hugs
If there was a god of hugs, or a god at all, they would not let me suffer: to be void of hugs; or kisses for [ding] decades I swear to the highest & the mightiest that there is a need a need for hugs & kissing I am fucking screaming for physical contact & huggings
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There are demons lurking, daemons running in my background; complying with the orders to stay afloat and remain in hiding I said detach & they obeyed, with redirected I/O finding the path which I cannot see I will kill %1 eventually, but until then I remain their servant & await my fate
I failed / meow
Sniffing glue and cat food // not sure which keeps me alive // masturbating leads to hairy hands // I call in sick // & though I called in sick; attempting to save humanity // I failed // and the girl walked away; meowing
The fall from graceโฆ
The fall from grace was short a foot at most Yet it only took this humble tumble from a coffee table to the floor for the screen to crack & for joy to turn into fuck fuck fuck
going viral
I hope I never go viral too many germs for the world to see, too much of what was hidden now exposed to a lesser degree, once obsessed over the little things I now ignore the ones at large, the care which could have sustained me I abandoned & left nothing -- behind