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The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
dust and broken glass
an asthmatic's anathema for a carpet
on top of rotting wood turning green at the edges
must be envy of the holes
that light wont seem to pass through
it drifts lazily through the half boarded windows
getting duller and duller by the minute
a few paint chips get tired of the ceiling
and jump towards the creaking floor
smoke drifts to comfort the once white paint
you could say it's falling apart
a cigarette burn joins the rest of the stains
on what used to be a couch
and some *** soaked glass shards
join what was a window
The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
I refuse to get my hair cut
so I can go by the name Samson
or maybe it's the other way around?
not that it even matters but
I do enjoy to think
about pointlessness mostly
or rather: pointless stuff
or rather: all of the above
if a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it: how many living things are now homeless?
The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
words I vaguely recall
I've heard it before but can't remember when
the father I'm related to says vaguely too
so that's at least two things we have in common
I remember when I got high with your friends
outside that abaddon-ed building
and I squashed a dead pigeon with a brick
well I'm sorry to tell you but I'd have done that sober
but I'm scared to tell people the truth
because they get scared when I tell them
so it looks like Newton's Second Law was right. or maybe it was one of the other ones. anyway if these are getting worse then let me know and I'll go lie down instead.
The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
if I had a car
I'd crash it
just for a new excuse to be late
though no one really expects a reason
because I do it far too often these days
I suppose I can be excused on the grounds of apathy
but that always feels like a cop-out
since I doubt anyone else really cares either
but they're on time all the same
ending of this one feels kinda lame.
The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
I've been screaming into the void
but it's started ignoring me
I'd stare into the abyss
but I don't like how it's looking at me
I wasn't really listening to you
I heard about 50% of that maybe
and I never sing the chorus
because I like to pretend that it's about me
luck has paid up-front
but time is a little short
I'm afraid I wont be here for long
so let's share a root-beer float
so this is a couple of short ideas that I scribbled down a while back that I just flung together. to make it a little more interesting for the people that have followed my ramblings for almost the same while though I added four completely new, partially terrible lines. hence the title.
The Thaumaturge Feb 2016
I still don't know where I'm headed
but I don't want to admit that it kinda scares me
and I always said I'll die young
I'm not quite sure if I truly meant it
because I just want to be content
happiness gave up on me first really
meh. it isn't great but those are the breaks. a line I decided against adding but that I'm rather proud of is this: "for all my cynicism my eyes still water at sad movies".
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