Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my—
Why do you
follow me around?
In my soul,
in my hair,
I see you everywhere.
Each day
feels like a slog
when I know you’re around.
Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
A prisoner
of my own desire,
balancing
the slippery slope.
“This time I’ll be better”
I say -
Unknowing
of what lies ahead.
Weeks go by,
the urge returns.
I must do something fun,
something to numb the pain.
And now -
the snake eats its tail.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
First, you draw a square,
inside it — three more.
The one at the top
serves to control.
Lead a line down,
and connect the block —
Memory matrix
is what it’s called.
Draw a line,
then add some more —
and you’re almost ready to go.
There’s one last block
that’s set to show:
Call it the decoding central,
so we know what it’s for.
Give it some lines
that lead out right —
And now we know
what’s inside RAM...
right?
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
A shell stands in the wind
unsure of what it is
but first
a man walks up to it
pick and ****
pick and ****
"Why are you so hollow?"
pick and ****
pick and ****
"Do you not like me?"
pick and ****
pick and ****
but, a piece of the shell
broke.
Satisfied, the man left
The broken shell stands in the wind
still unsure of what it is
A woman in the distance
walks up to the broken shell
she jabs at the pices
"Why are you so lazy?"
jab and stomp
jab and stomp
"All you do is act lazy!"
jab and stomp
jab and stomp
the pressure
breaks another piece
and satisfied
the woman leaves
the shell
hollow and empty
crumbles to dust
it gets swept off a mountain
as a powder of crust
now the shell is no more
and all that remained
was a beacon of hope
that one day
the shell
won't be empty no more
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC
The academic prepares
he reads and writes
and makes his head spin all around
pages and sheets
full of texts
broken down
so even
a squirrel could understand.
He memorises and repeats
his family thinks:
"He's caught some disease!"
But alas,
The day of reckoning is here
let's see how our academic fears
he walks into the room
with his teacher following soon
They sit and talk
not even noticing
the exam has begun
hours spent
of repeating texts and scribes
But "Oh whoops this one's wrong!"
The teacher sighs and groans
telling him to study some more
The academic sits there stunned
"Maybe Philosophy is my call."
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
First you publish,
people clap and cheer.
"There's some skill,
and a hint of mystique."
So go ahead writer,
go sit at your desk!
Pick up that pen,
and let it dance on your page!
But as soon as you start,
there's a creeping doubt:
"Maybe..
this was my peak"
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
A cigarette in hand,
I sit back in my chair.
The sun pours down
like a waterfall.
A dog ahead,
Lies down on it's back -
Like a turtle on it's shell
He's laying down,
Joyous and gay,
thinking to himself:
"Gosh, what a beautiful day"
A breeze flows by
to remind us all:
that the cold days gone,
And all that remains
is the waterfall.
I recline back,
and take a long drag,
And I tell myself:
"Gosh, what a beautiful day"
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC