People
Don't gamble on me.
I know you like the risk
and everything
that comes with a blind box.
But trust me
there's gamblers anonymous
for a reason
and the 1 of 100 here
will keep you unsteady.
Your government is
cracking down on
loot boxes,
just like your parents
tried to keep you clean
from people like me.
Don't look -
don't search.
I'm in the blind
and these hands are
busy digging dirt.
Don't gamble.
There's no reason to risk
your everything
when sure-things exist.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
Call me death
call me the betrayer
call me a snake and rat.
When you chose to be corrupt,
to deceive,
to abuse,
and to lie.
You will trust in me.
For I will follow the trail
and bring consequence
to your front door.
The gamble was believing
that karma was hypothetical,
and was a spiritual pursuit.
You are being pursued
and it's by the fate
of responsibility.
Be it kin
of any ilk.
Asking me to betray
self-worth
to abscond
not law but
my futility of truth.
Futile,
no misdeed
must go unjudged.
Who am I
to hold a grudge
not god, not citizen,
as we are all victim.
My business
is minded by me
and consequence
has actions.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
Your enemy.
When the world was asked to embargo Russia
and the war on Ukraine is the
Luna 2 making contact with
no grace or subtlety just impact by force.
This is the land of the poor.
A place poor in wellness of the heart,
where a bleeding heart means
you were killed for being in
school, church, and protesting.
I'd like to say
strike against the government
but the people at the top
stand on the hands of the people beneath.
The tower supports
with 40% of people
willing to side with blood in the streets.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 1:29 AM UTC
You'll find me
where you left me.
Started a garden
succulents overgrown
with water buckets - stagnant.
I'll tell you
where you can find me.
Awashed in the piles
of blanched hobbies.
'Pourri' wishes
as are tree roots -
cemented.
Cracked paths
ebb and flow
like veiny vines - corrode.
I've lost me
but you can find me
in the grove
not too far below.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
I said my favorite food was
something fancy until after college.
Then I found the voice to say it was pizza.
But I never did find a way to say
Me, Myself, and I don't really agree
with life.
Instead I said.
Sure, pineapple belongs on pizza.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
Our final steps
are never meant to be
one step on the moon
or a leap for mankind.
It was your memory,
intangible.
metaphysically physical
synaptically existing.
My mother's
mothering
mother, Bernice.
or
A lover's
loving
love, Helena.
or
Writer's
writing
wrote, poems.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:53 AM UTC
I'm soaked.
Drenched.
Water logged.
There's wrinkly fingers
and prunely toes-
from a wishing well's
water spilling in my head.
The waterway
pulls me down.
The drain - body blocked,
as a river
meets my ocean.
I'm water logged.
Drenched.
Soaked.
Nothing but water.
Bones of Voss bottles,
blood from Icelandic glaciers,
spring sourced
liquid death.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
Gnash and Gnaw
a story book
of semantically related tales.
Troublesome twosome
words that stitch
a crossword of misrepresentation.
Incredibly Inedible
plasterboards
of unrequited dining.
Grotesque - ******
inevitable
struggles of theocracy.
Grace and ___
spared from false
synchronicity.
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 5:31 AM UTC
I would have really liked
just doing laundry and taxes with you.
We're near the avocados
and I can't help but tease you
"when are you going to make the avocado dish"
it's with a sly smile I ask this.
I can't resist,
seeing your little dance
your face scrunched
and you're flustered -
"we'll get them right now, so I can make it this time"
"No, no."
"We'll get them next time"
but really I don't like avocados
it's just part of the fun.
You drop some blueberries into the cart
"they're good for the heart".
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 11:56 PM UTC
I think what makes me the most sad is the world doesn't care how good of a person you are.
You can shake hands with all the people who are homeless named Mic, who fondly remember Mel Brooks movies, and you'll still find yourself left behind just like them.
Complimenting women's nails for their sense of style or telling the cashier at the dvd store that his up-sell is really good and it nearly got you with their sense of flow.
You never take their offer of coupons as what's the point on collecting relics of a time we've all already left.
Strong, sturdy, and silent is what the past is made out of, as there is nothing left to break the illusion of today.
Sturdy for no one has found a way to bring all their passion home.
Time can only stand still, and all we can do is move on.
A kindness forgotten: soft words and thoughtful intentions are what make me the most sad.
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 5:21 AM UTC