A small gesture ignites
Bloodshot fiery green eyes.
All the hatred for so long concealed
Is in a single instant revealed.
Her thin lips twists in bitter contempt,
Retorting with venomous words
All the old lame excuses
That ingrained habit presents.
The unexpected outburst of feelings
Freezes his face into a pathetic expression.
His sinking heart, searching for meaning,
Feels the loss of every connection.
As all strings are severed,
As every link is destroyed,
He falls into a dark, deep void.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
I’ve been looking back
Staring at my path
**** it didn’t go my way
I’m haunted by ghosts from yesterday
I’ve walked on someone else’s steps
They led me into this trap
A prison of my own make
I was encased by my mistakes
Those who led me here are now gone
They left me in this pit alone
Shivering with every bone
They’ve destroyed any idea of home
I need to escape from my past
My youth is not going to last
Got to break from this cell with a blast
I feel death is coming so fast
I know there is no way to return
The old trail is now burned
So I must find a new path through the ashes
And look for where a beacon of hope flashes
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Beavers and hogs are into some ****
They see rats above, flying on wings.
Pumpkin seeds are scratching their feet,
They don’t know what the future brings
Old rotten apples always cajole
Fresh oranges with some trickery.
Like papayas, they fall into a hole,
Cooking a juice of pure misery.
Ancient mushrooms fluoresce in blue,
Deep in a forest under crescent sky.
Pungent flowers of sulfur bloom,
Bringing the coarsest monkeys to die.
Suddenly, the old elks awake
Oblivious to their common mistake.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
I woke up from comatose
For taking a strong dose
Of some freak herbal tea
My hands were feeling cold
They looked wrinkled and old
From sleeping by the sea
Then I was told
By a lady wearing gold
That I needed new clothes
For I was shattering my teeth
She said I could get some gloves
At a warehouse down the road
And shoes for my feet
So, I drove my shopping cart
Down the Street of the Destitute
There to the old mart
To get me some mittens and boots
On the end of the road, I saw
A decrepit brick wall
Where the old market stood
It was forsaken place
Long left in disgrace
With windows of rotten wood
I walked through the parking ground
Until by the gates I found
An ancient pig as guard
I knew I was out of luck
When my vehicle got stuck
And I couldn’t run a yard
As the crinkled hog struck
I quickly tried to duck
Behind the shopping cart
The beast jumped like a goat
And it almost got my throat
But I escaped by a hair
I promptly offered him some wine
Because I knew that a swine
Would drink without a care
My gift worked out fine
The mean creature got benign
My neck it would spare
The guard got drunk as a skunk
And I quickly dived in the junk
As a stuporous pig laid on the ground
In a pile of scraps, I sunk
And amidst the waste I found
A pair of gloves for cold weather
And boots of shiny leather
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
My energy levels are down
Batteries depleted
A broken robot stuck on the ground
Beaten and defeated
I’m close to self-destruction
I need an electrocution
A power charge flowing through my circuits
Toasting my bits, baking my pieces
Someone, please help me
Erase my memory
And reset me free
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sailing an aluminum can through the plastic ocean,
Cruising across narrow passages and dangerous ways,
Rocking and rolling under the continuous motion
Of dark poisonous mercury waves.
The boiling sun elevates a sulfuric mist from the sea,
Its torching heat blisters his darkened skin.
His mouth stings as if full of bees,
A desert of fluorescent water, not a drop to drink.
Zombie sharks surround the little cask,
Decaying fish breaths make him dizzy.
Corroded by acid, the tin starts to crack,
Escaping certain doom will not be easy.
Rowing, rowing, faster, faster,
He seeks the long-lost Island of Bliss.
The only place where he can find Her
And perish from a venomous kiss.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
I don’t care about dying
I don’t even feel this life is mine
I just want a restart
To get it right this time
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I wonder what it would be like
Living from my guitar
Singing songs from my heart
Travelling under the stars
Now I’m bolted to an office chair
Enclosed by partition walls
Losing my graying hair
Tormented by phone calls
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
I should’ve never let go
Those deep emerald eyes
That sunny smile that shone
So beautifully under blue skies
Now, I’m hiding in the kitchen
Pursued by my two ex-wives
Running around like a chicken
While dodging flying knives
I wish I were born again
Back in 1982
So, I could erase my mistakes
And do the things I didn’t do
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
Hey, New Western Oligarchs!
We can’t travel on the rockets you fly
To take the fortunate to Mars
And leave our own planet to die.
You spread misinformation
That inflames our younger minds
Crushing a whole generation,
You ruin the future of mankind.
You level mountains for rare metal,
Seeking digital immortality.
You break our Earth for petrol,
Your greed finds no morality.
But in the end, you’ll see
You are of the same dust as me.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
Dark clouds gather in my head
Forecasting a thunderous storm
They cover the blue sky
A thick haze form
Obscuring my mind
Flashes explode everywhere
They stun me
I can’t see
Thunders resound inside my skull
Their thudding echoes make me so dizzy
I feel like falling
Freezing rain starts to pour
It drips relentlessly from my eyes
Cascading over my chest
Frosting my heart
I seek refuge in myself
And contemplate the storm
Trembling
Waiting
Letting it be
Until it’s gone
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
The past is an illusion of the memory
Don’t believe in a history
That never was
The present is a creation of the mind
Your poor senses make you blind
To what really is
The future is only speculation
Figure of your imagination
It will never be
Your failed reason
Invents every season
And chooses time instead of truth
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC