Dead poet cocktail
Have you ever felt it?
The feeling of nothing stirred with death,finished with…
void and numbness?
Don’t forget, Nick for nack.
Everything has symptoms.
Silly you did you forget?
Relationships:
torn, fragile, rigid, Hard.
Activities:
endless, painful, uncomfortable.
Self-meaning:
what’s that?
Happiness:
you have to pay for it.
Sleepless nights.
Days in a flash or days that take a year.
Don’t forget
to not forget.
You lost your mind.
Did you forget?
Now let’s make a cocktail
to soften the nothingness.
Wait for night.
Pour some bleach,
Add some paracetamol,
Mix in some of your meds.
The doctors said
It helps with stress
Which you will finally receive,
with merciful reprieve.
Shake it with memory.
Strain it through despair.
Serve it in a glass of…
Wait,
Don’t be silly
Did you forget
the salt of shame,
the pepper of unaware.
You were raised this way,
weren’t you?
So don’t forget,
do one thing right.
Sit with it.Let it burn.
Prepare to rest.
A long, long rest.
10h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:18 AM UTC
Life is ironic.
It puts Your house on fire.
You sit and watchas your world burns down.
In desperation, you call the cops.
No answer. No hope.
Firefighters?
No answer. No hope.
A hose? Water?
A no-show. No hope.
How about your family?
“Be there in ten.”
Hope.
So you fight the fire
with your bare hands,
saving what you can
of what was once your home.
Your hands?
Gone. No hope.
The house?
Gone. No hope.
Ten minutes pass.
Your family can’t come.
Sound familiar?
The ringing of no hope.
Your hands are on fire.
Waiting.
Waiting.
You call an ambulance.
Waiting.Waiting.
“Just breathe. We’ll be there soon.”
They finally listen.
Life finally gives you hope.
Truth. Life.
So you Don’t let go of it.
Then the paramedics finally come
Yet they stare at you
your burned hands,
***** clothes,
all the effort you put in
Yet they look at you like you’re crazy.
Confused, you look around.
And right behind you
Where there was nothing before.
a tub of water.
10h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC