If I finally find a single fact I’m sure of.
Before my time is up and my mind fully spent.
I’ll cling to it.
Dig my nails into it.
Till it or I break; ****** and bruised
And I'll work for it,
Till my knees buckle and my back bends from straining.
I'll sweat for it.
Lose my breath for it.
Till Death yanks me away from it.
Till then.
I'll have to make do.
I'll search for it.
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 4:02 PM UTC
I smell the beer and sweat that hangs on the air.
two beasts of burden at the ready,
as doctors laugh and joke and wait for blood.
The bell sounds its violent echo
and with it
two artists paint the canvas crimson.
A winner is picked, he's barely held together with a belt.
what a world
what a life
what the **** am I doing with mine?
If life is like boxing,
I'm on the ropes
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC
Tick. Tock.
Time moves
I move
Move me not
For I am time
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 6:48 PM UTC
They say you can't choose whom you love,
But I say that's not entirely true.
Sometimes, you will it
And their flaws melt into sea foam and footnotes
And you begin to love so deeply,
That it becomes as automatic as breathing
Constant. Ever. Driving.
Love that paints the sky pink and the blacks blue
But me, I'm not ready for that love.
Something inside me becomes nauseous.
The air gets taught and sharp,
Goosebumps become body briars
Ready to cut anyone too close.
I want to love, and,
One day, I'll will it.
Won't I?
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 6:36 PM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
Once sprightly bright, not hunched, but tall
Like a decommissioned kite, they fall
They twirl and twindle, who knows how they'll land
Who cares? They are but ground on which to stand
Their brown cloth crumbles round their cage
Now are naught, but stuff that leads to rage.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
I saw her there, perched upon a branch.
Intertwined, shield and cover, a roof made up of thatch.
Talons tight, a ring upon a lover’s finger.
Winter, wings unfurl, must go, useless love doesn’t linger
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
Fear, despair doubt dread distress dismay.
Who would want it any other way
Love, Passion adore like amore, devotion.
This as my preferred emotion? What a frivolous notion.
Fear, solid heavy robust stable steady.
Fear, wealth worth riches store horde, plenty.
Love, frail fragile shaky sickly sluggish, rotten.
Love low, needy flat broke. forgotten.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC