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Soot darkened ***** drizzled damp sandstone
    grey like depression.
Dull ochre leaves squelch wetly under foot
    rotting and foetid.

Scaffolding covers faded elegance
    dims its fame.
Water trickles down umbrellas, hats and
    drenched clothes

Cars spraying water over the pavement
    saturates pedestrians:
soaked blue jeans stick to frozen legs,
    soggy like a graveside.

Greasy spoon tipsy waitress swerves
    spilled tea;
cracked cups, saucers and sweet generic cake
    disappoints.

Stove radiates a red smoky welcome
    like a warmed bed.
Crafted draught pints served foamy and savoured
    sparkling and bitter.

Locals drink, eat, play board games and throw darts,
    laugh at the rain.
I read poetry books to my girlfriend
    by the snug fire.

Buxton will bloom, golden again
      when summer comes,
its octagonal pavilion teem
    with street bustling life.
No one bats an eye at a ****** assault
Instead, they continue their meal at the dinner table as they pass the salt
"What were they wearing?"
"Why is everyone dreading?"
"It's not my fault they looked like a ****/*****."
"I want some more."
"It's their fault for wearing something like that."
"It's not my fault they looked attractive as they sat."
All disgusting words, said by people who don't have common sense
It's been like this since
Yet, no one bats an eye

No one bats an eye at murders
Killing all the mothers
And family members
But no one simply cares
All they do is inhale the air
Unlike the dead
Who has maggots in their head
Instead, they do nothing about it
They act like they don't care even a little bit
Police
Aren't protecting people from the beasts
Lurking in the open
They aren't in a singular pen

No one seems to care
All the women picking the bear
Because of violent and perverted "men"
Just like Benz
Who shouldn't even be considered "men"
Doing dangerous crimes like abuse, murders, SA, and more
They don't look like a pore
They look like a pimple
If I tried to make it more simple
The pimple desperately trying to make itself a pore
But they can't do anymore
They stick out like loose strands
Yet, no one bats an eye at these strands

No one bats an eye at evil individuals
They considered them "normal/average individuals"
Yet, they are dangerous
Please stay safe! Crimes are becoming more of a problem, more than 300,000 children kidnapped yet the years before had 1,000-3,000 children kidnapped. This is insane. Please stay safe!
I think I might not
Trust myself at all right now
Because why should i...
I'm too untrustworthy.
My body seems uncontrollable
However, I'm always humble
Movements I cannot decide for myself
Words I cannot decide if I want to spill it out of myself
Jumping around all the time
To the point it feels like a crime
Then having a sugar crash
Sadly, not like the monster mash
Legs moving for no reason
To the point where it feels like a **** sin
It hurts
It hurts
Yet, I'm so addicted to this feeling
It's so appealing
Almost as if it were a drug
But it's simply just a stomach bug

Moving till I can't breathe
Moving till I break my feet
Head is spinning
Dreaming...
...I want more...
But I can'̶t̶  handle anymore
I want more
Muscles are tensing against my skin
My flesh feels like a trash bin
Until my skin burst
That's definitely not the first!
Movement is like the electricity
Supply for the city
While I'm the TV
Part of the city





I don't want to stop
Stop
STOP!!
I don't want to stop!
Why should I?
Look me deep in my eyes
Why should I?







Laughing as I dance around in my room
Not ever messing with my broom
Peak insanity crossing the road to my home
Introducing them to their new home
Uncontrolled movements as I rush
Grabbing my hair brush
Brushing their hair until my wrists breaks, blood leaking out of my wrists
My wrists
Looked like they were practically cut in half
Just like how my body was cut in half!


Tired
Drained
From all the pain
Yet, I can't find the remote to control my body
Help me find my own body
It's uncontrollable

It hurts
Please, it hurts
Put me back together
I'll be able to be controlled if you put me back together
I'll give you the remote control for you
You can do whatever you want to do
Just please, it hurts
It hurts
It burns
BRO I WAS TRYING TO MAKE SPECIAL CHARACTERS FOR THE POEM TO LOOK COOL AN OMINOUS BUT HELLO POETRY **** DI- AND WON'T LET ME ADD THEM ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ
King David’s bard once sang about
ceaseless cycles of the tides,
a time to hope and time for doubt
as we the cresting waves must ride.

Once trusted boatsmen stopped to ford
the deep oceans that divide
and swung their oars in wrath’s discord
to scorch with flames of pride:

I walked across an iron bridge
that had once been made a wall.
Not so far back was it the edge
of two worlds to rivals called.

The warhawks of those bitter days
that swung hard over seas of steel
returned to their unspoiled state
of ivory doves whose touch can heal.

Some doves now blacken in their dirge,
their talons whetted for the **** —
it’s worth recalling when this bridge
its joining purpose re-fulfilled.

Fell waves will crest and seas will smooth,
our tossed ark will come to rest
upon a place where psalms will soothe
us where we by doves are blessed.
Glienicke Bridge is the famous Bridge of Spies connecting West Berlin with East Germany. During the Cold War it was not so much a bridge as a dividing line or wall.
In sleet and rain of Edinburgh
a cathedral rises from the deeps.
The salt of sea and old coal blur
veil her face in grey-cast sheets.

On her western pediment
within tympanum carved of stone
sits Christ triumphant and in judgement
where he calls us all to atone.

I stand before him, my head bowed
as I contemplate our shared guilt,
with mea culpas weighing on my brow
for the follies fallen man has built.

And so we’re burning Eden down
with flaming swords that we still wield
as once vast forests shrink and brown
and fallow lie once verdant fields.

Where trees once stood, smokestacks rear
their heads belching fumes up high
and in the deeps, the oceansphere’s
no more a garden for octopi.

For in this our earthly commonweal
that was a gift that’s given free
we prove that purgatory’s real
because we ourselves have made it be.

A whisper came from the carved face
to walk into this stony womb
where colored light and incense trace
a path to overcome the gloom:

Forgiveness for our many faults
comes when we change our ways.
There in this temple’s holy vault
I vow to fight Eden’s decay.

In Edinburgh I found Eden
in a vision of what can be.
For we are by no means beaten
and we can do it, you and me.
A meditation on COP29 and climate change. Worked in a Beatles reference, too.
There are 43 quintillion atoms in a single grain of sand.

That's a 43 followed by 18 zeroes.

In one grain. Of sand.

So when we set off a nuclear bomb.

Which is 150 lbs of uranium.

All the atoms in the uranium will burst open almost simultaneously,

Like a gigantic  horde of little gas filled balloons.

A Billion times a billion of exploding firecrackers

That will create a 100 million degree fireball,

Which is five times hotter than the center of the sun,

That will blow through your neighborhood at 1000 kilometers per hour,

Leveling every man-made structure and vaporizing every living thing.

So size really doesn't manner.

Who we choose to lead us does.
Advised to read and write and count,
Told by all I would amount,
Abstract knowledge was the gain,
The life you lead will be less pain.

Educate my grandpa said,
Study life until you're dead,
Critical thinking means a struggle,
Your options always will be a juggle.

So I ventured out into the world
Assuming truth would be unfurled,
And I found a madness that prevailed,
I stumbled often and usually failed.

Until one day a princess said,
Just do the next right thing instead,
And since that moment wakened me,
Being kind has set me free.
creo. por lo tanto, soy

Way too much.
It's a bad habit....
(google)
In bed at night
I bide my time
Just waiting til
It all is right

With closed eyes
I try to find
A piece of mine
I need not fight

Engage with rites
Illumed, alight
To shed the fright
And sharpen sights

I've practiced death
For all my life
I bide my time
In bed at night
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