All it takes is chilli flakes
some prawns and oil,
garlic, tomatoes,
fresh bread and toil
and
Voila
here on the table
we are both able
to taste the fruits
of my endeavours.

I overthink
All I have is my thoughts
Somehow connect all the wrong dots
I desperately desire to get it right
All I ever get is high as a kite
Lost motivation like a missing pet
Dreams haunted by a blurry silhouette
These ******* insecurities incessantly holding me back
Mind catapulted so hard it's finally starting to crack
It's lonely walking this nowhere road
Hieroglyphics in soul I can't seem to decode
Multiple eruptions happen within heart's beating rooms
Life is a tapestry of pain woven on fate's looms
The reflection staring from mirror is looking rather strange
I know that to reach peace something badly needs to change

The  number of days remaining is.
107 days left in 2025.
and I have
161 drafts & 26 hidden
not to mention the interfering spontaneously
combustible pokes in the eye,
those wonderful triggerings,,
that invoke the spark of god in every you~man's soul.
such as this one.

means that I have proximate, using
an ancient skill taught in grade skool,
an obelus^
about 1.5 poems per remaining days,
to offload on you unsuspecting addicts,
and if you throw in the
spontoons,
those that
erupt, like a howling burp,
it would be deceptive,
even
perceptive.
receptive.
inceptive.
preceptive.
acc­eptive.
conceptive.
exceptive.
susceptive.

if i did not in
bad conscience
round that itty bitty number up
to a more rounded
filling
two~a~day
vita
supplemental

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