I am the devil on your shoulder
The ******** that splits you apart
The coldest slaveholder
Turning your flesh into
A work of art
I am the evil of man
From the atom split apart
No attention span
Or anytime for
Your bleeding heart
I am the plague priest
A disease of the heart
The lonely ****** beast
In heat and shall seek
To rip you apart
I am loveless Christ:
He who walks on water
and only drowns
under your
obligations.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
I'm trying to be a better person
Really, I am
But in a world this diseased
I'm not too sure how one achieves that
With hands washed in blood
I'm willing to ****
I don't use the word ******
Though many would
But a dead fascist
Is just good poetry
A rhyming couplet that tickles
Like an ASMR video of Kalashnikovs
The system is was and always has been ******
Understandable why you'd want it burnt
But the ramifications are too numerous
To list
When there's still so many to ****
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Nostalgic love,
a warm lap to lay your head -
never to be returned.
Nostalgic love,
forgetting the enmity -
and the fights that were yet to come.
Nostalgic love,
a piece of your heart dying in your chest -
move past and carry on.
Nostalgic love,
how you taunt me in photographs -
forever imaging what never was.
Nostalgic love,
longing for a place that is no more -
you can never return home once you've left.
Nostalgic love,
forever gone.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
Skull-fucked
and broken,
she finds herself in smoke-screened back alleys,
cheap hotels, and meetings with God.
Her AA sponsor's a bottle of champagne,
but she stays sober
because she hasn't a corkscrew.
We **** in tangle of limbs,
regret mingling with moans,
our bodies becoming one,
until we part again,
distant memories already fading
by the time the door closes.
I love in her the same things
that I hate in me,
those laughing, needling points
of failure
that seem to define my waking moments.
At least she knows what she is,
the pride of the ******
and all that.
I'm still searching for answers,
long passed the point of finding,
while she looks for a moment of peace,
an escape from this waking world,
and who am I to say she's wrong?
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
A better place or a better home
All I know is we're here alone
Blackened skies and wingless cries
Just which of us was it that survived?
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
And now the years are catching up with me, my distended belly disgorging spurts of rotten ****
And now the porcelain god grows to encompass the whole of reality
And now my energy wanes by mid-day, no longer capable of fifty-hour work days
And now, too, the flames of rebellion in me are stoked by capitalist bellows
And now the anger I lived with for so long has metastasized to the culture at large
And now I inspect my mirror image fatefully waiting to discover receding hair line, bleeding gums, and liver spots
And now the world at large coddles up to fascism like it was a warm fire on a dark night of the soul
And now I prepare my soul for the blood I will shed in the name of peace, the blood with which I will wash my hands
And now my friend's houses are burning to ashes while the rich horde water like wealth
And now I beg the god I hardly believe in for restitution, or another CEO slaying to fuel their fear
And now I lay my head to rest upon mother earth's breast and wait for the waves to take me
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
We all are murderers
Don't lie to yourself
Each and every one of us
Has blood on their hands
There's nothing to be done
It is what it is
Learn to accept that you
Are bleeding the world dry
Try to implement changes
That limit our damages
But don't you look in the mirror
And tell yourself
You're ******* innocent
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC
Suicidal tendencies
Inside my brain
Will render me
Inert
A thousand times
Infinity
The threshold of
Your buggery
And tasteless fiends
We seldom see
Inside our ruptured
Appendixes
Find with peace
Our slaughtered glee
Laughter muted
Faces stuck in contorted
Glee
Like these ghosts
Now haunting me
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
The divide of time separates us like the bridges that we burned to light our nights. The warmth gained from destruction, an illusionary phenomenon at best, failed to keep the cold from biting at our young hearts. Forgive me if I stutter when I speak of our shared history. It's just that I haven't forgotten tender kisses in a video store parking lot, discount department stores, or the first touch of your panty-clad ******** I wish I remembered how everything went bad, wish I picked you over the harpy I selected. We wouldn't have lasted, but I'm nostalgic for the times that could have been now that the end draws near and my mid-life crisis reaches its apex. Like the river that named you - you drain me dead, see?
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 12:04 PM UTC
The curse of nostalgia
Reminding better days
From out of a past
Whence pain was forgot
The suffering of innocence
Gnashing at the leash
Holding back the progressive
Drowning in false pretense
Lying to sleep in waves
A beached whale
Choking the lungs
Clogging the veins
****** dreams, faded denim
Torn at the seam
Seamless
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC