LongBlackRiver - Hello Poetry

I drink up all the snowfall like cold gin And now winter has passed like red on my skin It's stained from use, all pink and thin But nothing makes me smile like "keep up your chin" Swallow An effigy of the son's blood A remedy for my throat flood Hollow Blessedly wading through mud An elegy for my lifeblood And nothing else has changed It's just another day My eyes roll Over all the faces in my room The rocks all cave in on my tomb The tomb that is a bottle My eyes don't Focus in And my head is Wearing thin And my head is Full of gin And my head is Going through just another day it's just another day Nothing at all has changed Remember the smell of my breath there December, the mask that all months wear Offender who can't muster a prayer On a day that's not sunday It's just another day Resting on the side of a doorway and letting the floor hold me Passing the time gets me to a place that's unholy I shift and breathe cause it's only, another day It's just another day I've gnawed away the marrow every minute of this year I reach through the narrow space where I fear The space that I hold dear Lick my lips clean of the beer Laying on a chandelier laying on my bier It's just another year It's just another day So I'll wait As I'm buried in rocks and snow And I'll wait 'Til I get to go To my place On my shoulder the ash hued crow But there's only one way I have to wait Another day It's just another day

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Jan 6

Jan 6, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC

It's Just Another Day

I drink up all the snowfall like cold gin And now winter has passed like red on my skin It's stained from use, all pink and thin But nothing makes me smile like "keep up your chin" Swallow An effigy of the son's blood A remedy for my throat flood Hollow Blessedly wading through mud An elegy for my lifeblood And nothing else has changed It's just another day My eyes roll Over all the faces in my room The rocks all cave in on my tomb The tomb that is a bottle My eyes don't Focus in And my head is Wearing thin And my head is Full of gin And my head is Going through just another day it's just another day Nothing at all has changed Remember the smell of my breath there December, the mask that all months wear Offender who can't muster a prayer On a day that's not sunday It's just another day Resting on the side of a doorway and letting the floor hold me Passing the time gets me to a place that's unholy I shift and breathe cause it's only, another day It's just another day I've gnawed away the marrow every minute of this year I reach through the narrow space where I fear The space that I hold dear Lick my lips clean of the beer Laying on a chandelier laying on my bier It's just another year It's just another day So I'll wait As I'm buried in rocks and snow And I'll wait 'Til I get to go To my place On my shoulder the ash hued crow But there's only one way I have to wait Another day It's just another day

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As I've grown, a certain allergy has begun to plague me In the wintertime, a worm finds a way inside my body She crawls around in the warmth and finds shelter from the cold I mark her arrival as the onset of the Christmas season Not by wreaths nailed to doors Not by the radio coughing up bells But by hearing her squirm around behind my eyes And under my face - When I was a child, these images carried something different The blinking Christmas lights that cut the dusk to ribbons The electric smell of sap in my living room It brought many gifts into my honeyed hands Keep, hold, possess Precious time spent at home Precious time past Now it means sickness It means the loss of sleep The coughing But most of all - When I was a child I would sneak out of bed And I would hold a gift to my ear Like a seashell, to hear the ocean And I would gently shake it To hear what lay inside As of the current season I rose from bed to collect a glass of water to ease my weary throat On Christmas Eve - I pine for the intimacy The anticipation - I hate Christmas music That much has not changed The sweetness The bells, slick with honey The intangibility of it all The ability to remain the same I envy it - Christmas dinner carries a different scent Something sickly sweet Due to my seasonal affection My nose thick with oblivion all winter But then I smell it all Drifting from empty chairs Drifting from how my family carves their words around them Like the empty space in your mouth that a tooth was lost from That I trace over with my tongue That I am told not to It bends my teeth around it - I remember a Christmas where sickness plagued me for the first time I remember the words spilled over my shriveled form You poor thing Get some rest You'll get better And I believed it Not because it made sense But because belief was automatic then - Apathy does not arrive violently She takes an empty seat She shares dinner She carries a sweet smell She makes pleasantries She squirms behind the eyes And she teaches the heart to ration

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Dec 24, 2025

Dec 24, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC

Seasonal Allergies

As I've grown, a certain allergy has begun to plague me In the wintertime, a worm finds a way inside my body She crawls around in the warmth and finds shelter from the cold I mark her arrival as the onset of the Christmas season Not by wreaths nailed to doors Not by the radio coughing up bells But by hearing her squirm around behind my eyes And under my face - When I was a child, these images carried something different The blinking Christmas lights that cut the dusk to ribbons The electric smell of sap in my living room It brought many gifts into my honeyed hands Keep, hold, possess Precious time spent at home Precious time past Now it means sickness It means the loss of sleep The coughing But most of all - When I was a child I would sneak out of bed And I would hold a gift to my ear Like a seashell, to hear the ocean And I would gently shake it To hear what lay inside As of the current season I rose from bed to collect a glass of water to ease my weary throat On Christmas Eve - I pine for the intimacy The anticipation - I hate Christmas music That much has not changed The sweetness The bells, slick with honey The intangibility of it all The ability to remain the same I envy it - Christmas dinner carries a different scent Something sickly sweet Due to my seasonal affection My nose thick with oblivion all winter But then I smell it all Drifting from empty chairs Drifting from how my family carves their words around them Like the empty space in your mouth that a tooth was lost from That I trace over with my tongue That I am told not to It bends my teeth around it - I remember a Christmas where sickness plagued me for the first time I remember the words spilled over my shriveled form You poor thing Get some rest You'll get better And I believed it Not because it made sense But because belief was automatic then - Apathy does not arrive violently She takes an empty seat She shares dinner She carries a sweet smell She makes pleasantries She squirms behind the eyes And she teaches the heart to ration

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He yearned to make the world his own To fix the wrong where his eyes could see At the gate of divinity he spoke Words before he passed to a cemetery "I loosed my hands; they yearned to shape and hold, To cradle warmth, to keep the brittle gold. I loosed my eyes, they wept for form and face And begged the world to linger in its place. I shed my wealth, no hold could remain, For keep itself is mortal pain. I shed my soul, it cracked beneath its weight A flawed design unfit to shape. I cast off compassion, sweet and thin, For mercy splits the will and lets doubt in. I narrowed feeling to a single line: The end, the crown, the order I define. At last, my heart, rebellious, frail, and loud It tied me still to love, to loss, to vow. I tore it free, though silence screamed its name, And left behind the last restraint on flame." The sight of a child, climbing the steps of a spire Hands sliced clean off, eyes gouged in ire Sense about him, you can tell he has no soul And where his heart should be, on his chest a gaping hole "Thus emptied, cleansed of self and former plea, I crossed the dark where gods are taught to be. What rose from me was not the child I was, But law made flesh, and dream made sovereign cause."

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC

The God of Fear and Hunger

He yearned to make the world his own To fix the wrong where his eyes could see At the gate of divinity he spoke Words before he passed to a cemetery "I loosed my hands; they yearned to shape and hold, To cradle warmth, to keep the brittle gold. I loosed my eyes, they wept for form and face And begged the world to linger in its place. I shed my wealth, no hold could remain, For keep itself is mortal pain. I shed my soul, it cracked beneath its weight A flawed design unfit to shape. I cast off compassion, sweet and thin, For mercy splits the will and lets doubt in. I narrowed feeling to a single line: The end, the crown, the order I define. At last, my heart, rebellious, frail, and loud It tied me still to love, to loss, to vow. I tore it free, though silence screamed its name, And left behind the last restraint on flame." The sight of a child, climbing the steps of a spire Hands sliced clean off, eyes gouged in ire Sense about him, you can tell he has no soul And where his heart should be, on his chest a gaping hole "Thus emptied, cleansed of self and former plea, I crossed the dark where gods are taught to be. What rose from me was not the child I was, But law made flesh, and dream made sovereign cause."

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It's so cold out I see my breath touch the air It's so cold out and I'm cold now I scream and I smell the sound It's been years Since that time Since I've smeared Shouting eyes In the woods With my family But they stood Caspian sea I let it wash wash wash Over me Why do I see Into beehives And I watch watch watch, them work And then I See my real life and I shut my eyes My skin can tear Much much too easily No One Feels Love Anything like me I'll watch you die Hung from a maple tree I'll dry my eyes And forget what I've seen Pins and needles on my side In a steeple I can't cry I can't cry I can't cry I never cared I can't care I care too much Nerves like spider webs Curved like bow legs But they don't end My nerves don't end I Mag- -ne- -tize Moments of empathy But here I Lie I can't feel anything I'm glued to bed I can't feel anything My emp- -ty head I can't feel anything

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC

Oregon's Giant Armillaria Ostoyae

It's so cold out I see my breath touch the air It's so cold out and I'm cold now I scream and I smell the sound It's been years Since that time Since I've smeared Shouting eyes In the woods With my family But they stood Caspian sea I let it wash wash wash Over me Why do I see Into beehives And I watch watch watch, them work And then I See my real life and I shut my eyes My skin can tear Much much too easily No One Feels Love Anything like me I'll watch you die Hung from a maple tree I'll dry my eyes And forget what I've seen Pins and needles on my side In a steeple I can't cry I can't cry I can't cry I never cared I can't care I care too much Nerves like spider webs Curved like bow legs But they don't end My nerves don't end I Mag- -ne- -tize Moments of empathy But here I Lie I can't feel anything I'm glued to bed I can't feel anything My emp- -ty head I can't feel anything

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Hazy orange hills of that cool season Seem to beckon me to look up Watch the leaves fall like angels Like the ontology of guilt The way my deflowered mind wilts The petals fall Like that cool season I percieve the dying trees as a beauty As beauty They are weak, and not long for this world But in the leaves of orange I know once they were green And the orange rays of the streetlamp make me similar When I woke up this morning I practiced my handwriting in the fog on my mirror I wanted it to look like it was still me even if it wasn't anymore The old steeple is littered with those tiny carcasses on the roof on the windowsill Like sinners begging for forgiveness born into being to err and stray children children I am a child He is so beautiful I drown in a void of light I reach I slip I cannot stay I draw more, more blood I need more blood But it leaves my body like honey, thick and opaque, taking precious time to kiss the floor I kneel beneath the red maple I repent I repent The red leaves rest on my body The red leaves my body I repent As a child, I climbed trees Everyone climbed trees In that cool season I made my way to the highest branch Where the leaves had already fallen I was the only living thing on the branch My family was inside the house The branch broke I fell

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Dec 12, 2025

Dec 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC

Liturgical Rhythm

Hazy orange hills of that cool season Seem to beckon me to look up Watch the leaves fall like angels Like the ontology of guilt The way my deflowered mind wilts The petals fall Like that cool season I percieve the dying trees as a beauty As beauty They are weak, and not long for this world But in the leaves of orange I know once they were green And the orange rays of the streetlamp make me similar When I woke up this morning I practiced my handwriting in the fog on my mirror I wanted it to look like it was still me even if it wasn't anymore The old steeple is littered with those tiny carcasses on the roof on the windowsill Like sinners begging for forgiveness born into being to err and stray children children I am a child He is so beautiful I drown in a void of light I reach I slip I cannot stay I draw more, more blood I need more blood But it leaves my body like honey, thick and opaque, taking precious time to kiss the floor I kneel beneath the red maple I repent I repent The red leaves rest on my body The red leaves my body I repent As a child, I climbed trees Everyone climbed trees In that cool season I made my way to the highest branch Where the leaves had already fallen I was the only living thing on the branch My family was inside the house The branch broke I fell

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A glance is all it took For me to lose my sense of time For me to lose all of my mind I'm such an open book And I'm still waiting for my prime Land on the scene of the crime Soured my outlook Soured my outlook on life Cowardly with a steak knife - So let me sleep in your bed Go and get me, I'm dead So let me die in your stead Don't you forget that I fled So let me take off my head - Choking on every last strand of your hair Broken bonds and gas all fill up the air Soaking on your doorstep you're right there Chosen spawn my birth is changed with a prayer - The bulk of my life I have spent watching over The edge of a knife and the leaves of a clover That I'd never touch lest I sully its beauty That I'd better trust, what is said of my duty But when I see you, I yank loose string from my shirt I bank on rolling in dirt And flattening flowers I'd wait for hours and hours And months turn years Millionth turns to fears Let loose all my tears - So let me gouge out my eyes Won't regret now that I'm wise So let me swallow my pride Come and get me my high Don't let me follow your stride - Make me abscond from all forms of breathing Take all my means of letting out ***** Flakes of your shirt, I collect them like demons Playing pervert, cause I can't even get in - Glancing to right and I'm glancing to left I'm making for sure that it's really a theft And my family is gone, think I'm better without With your name drawn whenever I have a doubt Over every surface of my house There is nothing left of a person There is a tulpa Mea Culpa I'll make you anew

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Dec 12, 2025

Dec 12, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC

Inefficient Pervert

A glance is all it took For me to lose my sense of time For me to lose all of my mind I'm such an open book And I'm still waiting for my prime Land on the scene of the crime Soured my outlook Soured my outlook on life Cowardly with a steak knife - So let me sleep in your bed Go and get me, I'm dead So let me die in your stead Don't you forget that I fled So let me take off my head - Choking on every last strand of your hair Broken bonds and gas all fill up the air Soaking on your doorstep you're right there Chosen spawn my birth is changed with a prayer - The bulk of my life I have spent watching over The edge of a knife and the leaves of a clover That I'd never touch lest I sully its beauty That I'd better trust, what is said of my duty But when I see you, I yank loose string from my shirt I bank on rolling in dirt And flattening flowers I'd wait for hours and hours And months turn years Millionth turns to fears Let loose all my tears - So let me gouge out my eyes Won't regret now that I'm wise So let me swallow my pride Come and get me my high Don't let me follow your stride - Make me abscond from all forms of breathing Take all my means of letting out ***** Flakes of your shirt, I collect them like demons Playing pervert, cause I can't even get in - Glancing to right and I'm glancing to left I'm making for sure that it's really a theft And my family is gone, think I'm better without With your name drawn whenever I have a doubt Over every surface of my house There is nothing left of a person There is a tulpa Mea Culpa I'll make you anew

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Dissolving the layers of myself I let my laurels melt away Dermis, derma, cutis, itself Shape the melting skin like clay All the rings inside my chest I'll let my body's acid digest Hood of lizard, cardinals crest All the changes coalesce - My body abscises drippings of my soul Cannibalizes every face grown old When I realize that every movement tolled A new disguise that made my weak heart fold Bathe in the blood of who I used to be Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam If I jump in puddles under red maple trees Then I risk to muddle what makes me me Pinch at the stem Of a flowering dogwood **** my old friends Now I'm reborn into godhood I can't relate Too much to remember And I hate the days I hate the snow in December Twist my old clothes Right into poetry Pollen will blow Until I'm lost at sea Leave me alone Because I'm gone for good City of music enthroned Pull down the lizards hood If you're looking for me You'll find that I am dead If ever it wants to be Again, in my head - I will see Nothing wrong with me The sun is out of sight And the moon is so bright

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Dec 12, 2025

Dec 12, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC

Aging Devil

Dissolving the layers of myself I let my laurels melt away Dermis, derma, cutis, itself Shape the melting skin like clay All the rings inside my chest I'll let my body's acid digest Hood of lizard, cardinals crest All the changes coalesce - My body abscises drippings of my soul Cannibalizes every face grown old When I realize that every movement tolled A new disguise that made my weak heart fold Bathe in the blood of who I used to be Hating the budding homesick new hornbeam If I jump in puddles under red maple trees Then I risk to muddle what makes me me Pinch at the stem Of a flowering dogwood **** my old friends Now I'm reborn into godhood I can't relate Too much to remember And I hate the days I hate the snow in December Twist my old clothes Right into poetry Pollen will blow Until I'm lost at sea Leave me alone Because I'm gone for good City of music enthroned Pull down the lizards hood If you're looking for me You'll find that I am dead If ever it wants to be Again, in my head - I will see Nothing wrong with me The sun is out of sight And the moon is so bright

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**** all my thoughts with a blooming marigold 'Til I'm in knots, this way I won't grow old Cover me in spots so I'm easy to fold I've given up all of my household Chance on my life with a roll of the dice Trance, herbacide, my garden, so concise Dance through the night as my room fills with gas Idling by still alive, alas With a turn of the key and a grade below It's burning me and I walk so slow A stern look; I'll be sure to have thrown I've learned nothing but to lower my tone

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Nov 23, 2025

Nov 23, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC

Embryonic Glass Ladder

**** all my thoughts with a blooming marigold 'Til I'm in knots, this way I won't grow old Cover me in spots so I'm easy to fold I've given up all of my household Chance on my life with a roll of the dice Trance, herbacide, my garden, so concise Dance through the night as my room fills with gas Idling by still alive, alas With a turn of the key and a grade below It's burning me and I walk so slow A stern look; I'll be sure to have thrown I've learned nothing but to lower my tone

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Look away Ever the pensive child Clever without the guile And you can't seem to sit still Shook the fate Never you've been so wild Sever the inner child Let the waves wash over 'til It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet Can't complain Don't come across as rude Won't change his attitude And he can't think of a rhyme Dance in rain Lonely, this kind of mood Bone won't always show through And he's waiting for the times It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor If death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door You never wanted any more Carry on What you've now grown used to Cut on your brow, just pull through When you first laid eyes on him Buried, gone But this is how you don't choose **** all the vows made too Bent over backwards on a whim It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor French death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door I never wanted any more

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Nov 22, 2025

Nov 22, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC

How to Settle for Exquisite pain

Look away Ever the pensive child Clever without the guile And you can't seem to sit still Shook the fate Never you've been so wild Sever the inner child Let the waves wash over 'til It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet Can't complain Don't come across as rude Won't change his attitude And he can't think of a rhyme Dance in rain Lonely, this kind of mood Bone won't always show through And he's waiting for the times It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor If death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door You never wanted any more Carry on What you've now grown used to Cut on your brow, just pull through When you first laid eyes on him Buried, gone But this is how you don't choose **** all the vows made too Bent over backwards on a whim It gets better It'll get better He will get better But not just yet You always wanted what I have now You call days bad if they don't pan out You never wanted any more Than you could take while on the floor French death comes first then we'll make merry Lie in bed, my adversary Love you when you close the door I never wanted any more

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I wanna feel colder I wanna be still I want a new body I don't want a will I wanna feel silence I don't wanna speak I don't wanna notice Another week

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Nov 22, 2025

Nov 22, 2025 at 7:46 PM UTC

Weekend Degradation

I wanna feel colder I wanna be still I want a new body I don't want a will I wanna feel silence I don't wanna speak I don't wanna notice Another week

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