“What am I doing here, I asked myself?
There was no answer.”
“We drown in entertainment to avoid the silence where God speaks.. then complain that he's silent.”
“You already have so much.
Maybe it's time to finally see it.”
I used to think over-explaining everything
would make you want to talk about it.
I used to think if I was able just explain myself right.
That your understanding could help us ignore the promise of uncertainty.
We couldn’t listen to one another anymore.
Not without an officiating observer; an empirical fact-checking AI server.
We lost faith in one another:
-that anything was actually true anymore
-that a dialogue spread corruption; brought disruption and was harmful to everyone as a whole.
I hope your doubts bring you back to a dialogue.
I hope you shake off the “ick,” and discover the swamplands of the soul.
The humming din of the worker bees within.
That which sires the growth within decay.
That which administers the sting.
I hope you begin to listen to the din within
and learn to discern by an avoidance of the stinger
and reply with choices strong enough to nourish new growth yet soft enough not to wake the bees.
You have to grow from the inside out.
No one can teach you, no one can make you grow. There is no other teacher than that which can be found within your soul.
October 22, 2025
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
I’m Stressed
Depressed
But today
I got dressed
Every day
Is bleak and grey
Just like the rest
But today
I got dressed
Today I got dressed
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about the after-life and all of its absurdities
Life is just a flash of light between two eternities
There’s no hell below or heaven above
You’ve already experienced the void
So what are you so afraid of?
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
there is a growing storm
brewing on the inside
every day it rages away
it's getting harder to hide
this storm takes place
in all of my thoughts
brings with it confusion
sinister schemes and plots
how can i support myself
with all this heavy rain
building up on the inside
and messing with my brain
when it gets too much for me
all this gloom and doubt
i tip my head downward
so the rain can leak out
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
One column.
Two Sentences.
You choose the headline.
Deplatform and silence.
Coerce and align.
One month,
Two calamities.
Refresh and it's gone.
Nothing remains
in focus for long.
Digest the digests;
digests of every kind.
Fruitless echo-chambers
self-censoring the mind.
Theaters, Airplanes,
Public transit; Empty seats.
Next weekend two protests.
Let me hear you in the streets.
Gamma correct the pores
off the very face of life.
Featureless perfection.
Expression goes under the knife.
Flowers now grow upon flowers
instead of good rain and black loam.
Flowers feeding off fireworks;
Their roots' refusal to go home.
If I am to meet my fate
by my expressions in the past.
Let these words here written
be my very last:
Towards thee I roll.
Thou all-destroying but unconquering whale;
To the last, I grapple thee;
From hell's heart I stab at thee;
For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
With broken haul and tattered sail
torn to pieces while still chasing thee.
Sink forever into the violent sea.
Though my fate is now tied to thee.
Thou ****** and acursed whale!
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:37 AM UTC
A low crescent moon shining on a dark winter's night
In this forest there's a pond which gives the whole town a fright
This pond has a danger which all the townsfolk know
They have abandoned this whole area to the glamour of snow
The pond is leagues from here, further than a hectare
Upon this forsaken pond at night skates a glowing spectre
A figure all in shadow; in the blackness glowing white
Twirling and gliding in the darkness dancing all through-out the night
Dancing alone so gracefully and serene
Dancing for no-one with no desire to be seen
Her black and blue pond is lined with snowy trees
Blowing from her direction; a cool and ominous breeze
If you try to focus on her the image will surely shift
Her movements appear inhuman, rolling like a snow drift
Doubt your eyes for even a second and she will disappear into shadow
It will appear as if you saw nothing; as if she were sifting snow
For those who have caught sight of her a mere glimpse will not suffice
When she gazes back upon you, you will step out on that ice
I can't say what she'll do to you, although I assume you'll be drowned
I can't even say for certain if a body has ever been found
This may sound like an old wives tale, full to the brim with animosity
Just do yourself a favour my lad, and keep still your curiousity
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:11 AM UTC
It appears to me that you're mentally ill
Here is some water to wash down that pill
Myself and my colleagues have all clearly stated
You need to be institutionalized and heavily medicated
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
Our fixation with hand held machines
And replacing meals with soybeans
A spectator to arguments over vaccines
We're all underemployed and "getting-by" by other means
Living vicariously through our broken screens
Lobotomized and abused; nearly at-risk teens
Utterly lost in so many depression memes
Farmed and sent out from the Phillipines
Too desensitized to hear our own internal screams
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
Hi
(Seen Jun 15)
Hi
(Seen now)
We used to talk so often
I wouldn't even say hello
A chat was always pending
My phone always aglow
All that I wanted
was to see how you are getting by
I've been trying to for ages
Without a single reply
I know you won't answer
Even before I hit send
Remind me again when-
our friendship came to an end?
I tried to say hi
Recently after your latest post
I guess, a sense of belonging
Is the one thing I miss most
We used to talk for hours
But now you are only ghost
Nine years have passed
Since we were in highschool
Maybe I just haven't moved on
Believing we're still friends like a fool
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
After two days on a drinking binge
My nose began to turn red
After three days of having drunken fun
I noticed that the party was dead
And the story it told of the good times that flowed
It made me sad to think it would end
You see I've been in the basement drinking a beer with no-name
It's taste and low price is insane
Intoxicated, I wont remember the name
So there ain't no point buying labeled again
La la la la Lala la Lala la la la
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC