Ah the stillness.
I start to feel it.
The strain it causes my joints
hurts the same
with the friction of motion.
Ah the strings.
They start to feel it.
The tension from the stillness
will force them
to break
like when it controls my limbs.
The strings eventually snap.
My arms turn limp.
My legs turn limp.
My neck turns limp.
The joints then soon cracked.
My arms fall off.
My legs fall off.
My head falls off.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 1:11 AM UTC
Natsuki baked some cupcakes.
She left them all on the tray.
A blink of an eye,
Sayori dropped by
and took the whole tray away.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 1:10 AM UTC
A disjointed mind can write
Disjointed poems at best.
I now write again because
Because finally my feelings
Are at unrest
I'm back once again
To being lured
Being lured to linger
Linger upon failed affection
What wrong had occured
A foolish habit
Since my spark of the first
A nuance in motion
Motion unconscious
Knee-jerk reaction of the worst
If it weren't for that
Both feelings hurt quite badly
Quickly it will mend
Mend that it won't spiral
Into subtle agony. But sadly
Not.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
I will not turn back,
for the past I had is full of regrets.
I will not turn back,
for the path I now take is of my choice.
I still will not turn back,
for the future holds the reward I deserve.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Roses are red
Marijuana is dank
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Thancc.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
Thicc thighs are a ******* curse.
Makes every bed a ******* hearse.
Thicc thighs are a ******* bane.
Every mile walk's a ******* pain.
Thicc thighs aren't so ******* well.
Sitting properly; ******* hell.
So unbestowed, be ******* blessed;
thine com-fucking-fortably rest.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
This day, I made an oath to the sky,
that ever lasts as time passes by.
A promise of love somewhat too sheer,
but full of hope, I've left all my fear.
For in morn's sun, her smile's so bright,
like her dark sparkled gown in the night.
In the days of clear, she melts my pain.
Or my sorrows washed with tears of rain.
I swear of a love so deep to her,
that my name, my self sooner weather.
To reward her grace, I am to give,
love beyond this life I have to live.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
Bleakest drape inescapence.
Impertinent involuscence.
Stemming from a copulent.
Incongruent malocculent.
Plead among no relent.
Populate incompetent.
Unvaried fraudulence.
Clarity accomplishments.
In foggy eyes, the view reset.
Across the smoke, a sober fret.
A mind that rose from utter death.
Again to draw, refreshing breath.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
before
there was once someone
someone who once made everything
but now can make nothing much
than what he made
there was once someone
someone who once knew everything
but now knows nothing much
than what he knows
there was once someone
someone who once sees everything
but now sees nothing much
than what he sees
now
there is this cycle
a cycle of everything making the maker
a cycle of everything knowing the knower
a cycle of everything seeing the seer
there is this cycle
a cycle of the maker making everyhing
a cycle of the knowing everything
a cycle of the seer seeing everything
soon
there will come a time
the maker will make
the knower will know
the seer will see
as once more
everything
was
is
will be
nothing
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC