Global fallout.
I said what I said.
Which caused her to respond
and he only had half the facts so he responded in anger
and they got involved thinking they were making it better
but it really got so much worse
Which triggered this thing
Which knocked the domino over
like the world’s most ****** up Rube Goldberg machine.
The dials went to red
The safety valve wasn’t fastened
It burst the tank
Which flooded the station
Which sparked a fire in the control room
Overload overload overload
Danger, Warning, Abandon Ship.
And that’s how it happens.
Our very own Hiroshima.
I think about the simple thing that I said
As I take in the global fallout
And realize it’s much, much more
than just this power station.
The world’s on fire
And must be remade.
There’s a term in economics
called an "externality"
Where the value of something is affected by something else
Which inadvertently
causes a negative effect on an uninvolved third party.
What benefits corporations
kills our natural world.
It’s the same concept in International Relations theory
Where the state can enact policies
With unintended consequences on the world stage.
People who were not involved whatsoever
in the equation, discussion or decision making
pay the price.
There is a key difference from economic to IR theory.
In IR, it’s called “Externalities”.
[plural].
[it's always plural].
Because things are so systematically tied together in the running of a state
And no one is “in charge” to make or enforce global law
That’s it’s a joke to think
That one “small” decision
from one of the 195 recognized countries
won’t have multiple, sometimes massive impact
On the rest of the world.
Anyways, the reason I’ve explained this
Is because that’s what interacting with you feels like.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
My favorite Irish poet
has a poem
called Chugat.
Which means "To you".
And my favorite three lines maybe ever written
translate to
"salvage your heart
never say I left you
say I drowned".
It basically describes my thoughts on love.
Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 5:52 PM UTC
I think I'm leaning into the "I don't give a **** vibe REAL hard.
A part of me is like stop being a problem, but then the other part of me is well, isn't everyone else the problem.
I think the latter is true.
Men have done this to us. I used to not think this way. There are good men in this world. But I can count them on one hand.
And now we believe the lie that they're good. That they love us.
And then go to the dive bar, get drunk, make **** jokes, maybe put their hand on our legs, abandon their children and make us feel like absolutely ******* nothing.
So I think the next time I talk to this chick. It might come out that I go "CAN WE NOT".
And It might be me saying "everyone else is willing to lie to you but I just can't do it anymore."
And you know what, I'm going to be the villain. I'm going to be the *******
And I might be hated.
But I'm also right.
I think I'm better suited being right than hated so maybe I just don't care.
Because if you live it, and you suffer and you do nothing about it.
Aren't you just as bad as them.
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 8:31 AM UTC
Out of nowhere, a message in a bottle.
The letter that never came
finally arrived.
I waited for that letter for six years.
And as soon as I got it,
I realized I hadn’t been waiting for it
for a while now.
The way is shut.
You know what you do when a ghost comes back into your life?
You remember it’s a ghost. It’s unliving. It’s not real.
And you move on.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
There's a comfort that your own demise is in your own hands.
That someone else started digging it for you,
but you'll finish the **** job.
The graveyard calls
And I want to be a part of it.
No giant scythe scares me
I reap what I sow too.
Nicotine or alcohol
pumping the body full of unnatural things
or just pining over things lost and unfound.
Either way
Just killing yourself more slowly
Than the guy who just decided to jump one day.
No instant fix, just the long-awaited digging
And feeling steel separate the Earth
Muscles tensing
Flexing
Shovel down,
Scoop
Lift
Toss
Do it again.
I never bothered to fix that hole in my heart
because I don't even wanna go near it anymore.
It will just be there.
And I will just keep digging.
Just when I think I should stop
I still
Just Keep digging.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
You snaked your way into my life,
You can slither yourself out.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Storage for things I need but not right now.
Can I put my love there?
It's something I will not put away forever.
I'm proud of the mistakes I've made and the glory of love I've lived and died with.
But there's a time to carry my love with me--right next to me--
And a time to store it in the overhead cabin.
I'm a function of 21st Century pragmatism:
Where you don't have to put love away,
you can travel with it.
As your carry-on.
And as I make this decision
to stow my love away
Three feet above my head
I know one day
someday
My love will be sitting right next to me
as we take to the skies.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
He builds robots
with his bare hands.
He takes the wrenches
and the electronics
and the nuts and bolts
and makes out of nothing
Something.
And even though I don’t even know him.
I think I may love him a bit.
I think about
How he puts things together that weren’t connected ever before.
Fixing that which is broken
Or unmade
Or seemingly unfixable.
And proving the world wrong when this man-made machine
is just as alive as the rest of us.
The discarded
are made
into something with a renewed sense of purpose.
Proving recycling as a totally viable concept
[and not just a fad hippies whine about]
Right before your very eyes.
And as I watch him explain
High level mechanics
to the English majors like me,
I think about my broken heart
and the inability to truly love anyone in the last five years of my life
And I think
Maybe
There’s someone out there
Who can finally fix that.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
I want to be susceptible to the world's most anguishing heartbreak.
I want to know torture outside prisons
and inside the hidden doors in the soul-
the ones where you stash the secrets
the truth
the unadmittable.
Looking across a roomful of people
and only seeing one
only Ever seeing one
and wouldn't it be a fairytale
if he was looking right back.
Because before heartache comes heart great.
No more "do my eyes deceive me?"
No more fantasizing what happens when hands
accidentally graze
There's no mistaking his meaning.
Like Love poems in foreign languages-
you still understand every word
every sentiment
every intention.
And while the world keeps spinning
and the noise gets louder and louder
We will retreat into our own quietness.
Where we will stay for
a long
long
time.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
The feeling of inadequacy
The feeling I vowed would not beat me
Now I find I’m a worthy candidate for surgery
Please, please, please, put me to sleep.
I did not know so I did not do
The last thing I needed was anything from you
What has been used can never again be new
What you have taken, you cannot keep.
I guess I can’t trust when you said you’d stay
You came for a bit just to have your way
You spoke in circles; you spoke in grey
For God’s sake say what you mean, not what you think
Waking up mornings, alone in bed
Heavy hands, heavy heart, heavy head
Recalling every comma in every phrase you ever said
Please, please, don’t let me sink
Nothing that began ever did grow
There was never a way I would have ever known
The time has come to end this show
Don’t forget to turn off the lights.
Picked up my bags, walked down the hall
You gotta get up after the fall
It’s glorious for once not feeling so small
Wish me goodbye, not good night.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC