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401 · Feb 3
Rags
Autisma Feb 3
What author ever brought stigma
To the metal meat of argumentation
Based on green fly baking pies
With themselves in them

The steady guillotine raises the mundane
To the the top of the pops
As Capricorn is still seen as the leading star sign/

Boombox tarries the accolhaud of prim, caught
Out of the corner of the eye
smoking signs

While vampires need to throw their teeth into art
Where they discover black chalk
And as my mum says ' some pregnant women crave eating coal'
And Become narcissistic mothers.

In the rudeness of the magic however,
There is a burst of both lazy
Equally inspired
But with the correct resources never aggravated tapestry.
As the galaxy sighs.
This poem is about the complexities of life, and how it can be confusing when everything is seen as a competition, for example capricorns are often seen as competitive. Or on status. It is also about the lack of true creativity, eg there's no room for poetry then.

Ending with a rather sarcastic yet paradoxical - the galaxy sighs
349 · Feb 4
Fucking the fight
Autisma Feb 4
Drowned out by divas
It was comfort that left us unprepared for this
This being the circuital embibement of chores and books
A choice to unentangle the moth from the web
Leaves one with typical but still misunderstood disturbances
Dad is a peadophile
We had ***
And now they're naming me a newt
A wet creature, suited especially to specific environments
A sham executed from the musical tenemants is one thing
But a crammed into trailer park is just a shame.
what makes a butterfly float, when everyone else is drowning?
The eyeish eckelecktic rom capacity can be blown away
And the attitudes of specs can thwart their own terrain
But if a pen draws blood, there's not room left for anything
So tell me the joke, esplanade yourself beyond my reach
Coke yourself up, give a scream, patent this work as your own, cherish the tub thumping
Be a cherub though rather than an angel, excrete malignantly and door slam the foreign light.
But someone must decide if the light is foreign.
Open to interpretation
153 · Feb 8
The bottomless rhythm
Autisma Feb 8
The circular circuit needs paradigm
And a drooling fish tank
To escape the bottomless rhythm
Of death on the inside
133 · 7d
undismal
Autisma 7d
the drip drap of the rain velociously continued, like a pony nipping her head out of a stable
As the right handed, fraudulent farm girl hid behind a baby porcupine like stack of hay bails that looked like they could fall at any moment
She must have assumed the farmer had  a hearing impediment as she was mumbling quite loudly to herself
'and aliens are green' 'and people are purple' and 'the queen is beige.'

This was why she was hiding, as the factorious, bimble, self serving others were all aliens.
Any time she went someplace new she felt like there was a steaming kettle of atmosphere blended with ideas carrying and following her from step to step.

And she had no answers that but simple truths.

'hey kid, get outta here!'

Her voice had increased from mumbling to screaming the word 'that'.

- And she was gone.
132 · 4d
altruism
Autisma 4d
To reconcile with lost enigmas of forethought and feelings that were always encapsulated in unknown ways I thaaaaaaaaaat still have not found the answer for.
112 · Feb 5
Peace in space
Autisma Feb 5
Churn barley
Hearts blame foragers
Doolies quate barging out
Of the queue
To fire up lovely views of
Damage done to words
The meal is not a choice
The kitchen and dining area
Are fermented with suicide
Bleach

Something there will be replaced.
99 · Feb 5
Visions
Autisma Feb 5
It might sound a little trite to say so
But the tiniest specs
Keep on appearing to me
Might I add without guise
But always unexpected
As if to say to the largeness of the world
Hey, back off!
72 · 3d
Untitled
Autisma 3d
My heart is like a cabbage
all soggy and curved
with some remaining sorry crunchy bits.

when someone kisses me, i fight them
in a bops left caramel escape

and if someone tries to hold me for too long
I stop liking that person

so I guess I can be forgiven for choosing drugs over serious relationships.
71 · Nov 2024
Plus the box
Autisma Nov 2024
[ Plus the box ]
Plus the box
It was only until the metaphor and anecdote came rolling around again that
The metaphors disappeared again

A flat bed of polystyrene was the twist, and as far as my mouth could gulp there was no ending.
.
Flow the soldiers proclaimed
Be a dullness upon the dance
Because it's wits are greater than your width
A suppliance of song
Get it wrong
A playful parson
Living in the sticks
Revealing everything to make a stand
For what had been

Take our woes the public said back to the combat
Truth, trust, a reason we need to carry on
A headful of birthday cake was next
But like everything it didn't prevail
What carried on is not to be trusted
Not how I would have explained it
After the birthday cake

Snow bound, brainwashed
Looking for the cost
As much as the wash
Reiterating mouldy ceilings
There was a lot of false grieving
Hands as big as mansions
All searching for a phone
Laughter issues from slithery lips
It's a mystery
God knows the real word
Something like slippery
But more orangutan
Puzzles fall apart
Thats part of the art
And as the meanness recedes
It only grows
Forfeit they did and will again the army
But forget about the songs
They're the only things I care about
Like prophecies I've learnt I Can entangle
Myself without

An eagerness encumbered by too much
Philosophical thought
The lie though, miraculously
I've never bought
A garage door described in
A certain state of mind could change the world
A purpose loaded (pun intended) with suffering
Can animate the industry
Leave me feeling guilty for a bunch of my real people
Still being left on their knees
But progress is key
The game goes on with a plea
Working out x
And stealing the rest
Although I can write
This is no kind of plight
Reasoning with the devil
Will not get you anywhere
Too much love lost
Big lack of interference
All quizzical faces
With no results.
Poonanny LORD.
68 · 4d
A tribute
Autisma 4d
Attributes of the walking stick
hung around like charity shop clothing -
bagged and ready to go

It was a switch that had truely altered time again
(\ - this is not poetry it is gospel.)and a shower which managed to scrub off a few inches of the ***** dirt

a sectre of a cultural conversation
that stands for nothing
whether i'm ***** again ot not.

The chip shop gave me free water, and i just considered myself lucky at the time
but its starting to make me more suspicious now

and not in the way that i've seen my whole teenage and further years as a massive xenephobia crime made to seem more convincing through dehydration
56 · Jan 23
Stereotypes
Autisma Jan 23
The fixation of brown on toast
Is basically inviting to a host
As the thought insertion perversions
Drawl on and by
I'm through with what could of been the last line
I've lost my focus
And am reliable enough
To have my rights
Out of time music echoes through the device
A triathalon of apparent excellence
That is if we could see it
It never becomes personal
May as well be a tree
Just because you're thinking our loud to me
Does not mean I have to rely on you
And please do not rely on me anymore.
The intellect itself is enough for articulation
It is an epiphany laced with ghosts of fullness
Many times
Autisma 4d
broccoli allowances are sparse in the amenities of heightened bulk
now is that what we humans need though?
a lessening of powdered salt and a grainful of speech perhaps instead?
these are just questions.
powdered salt like the caustic membranes which chuff at the insides if out outer innards making us inaccessible to each other and sorry, but a pile of dough. For them to knead, so why should we hear their pleas? that thaaaat thaaat thaaaaaat that. thaaaaaaaaat. yeah ******* authorities.
This poem starts with the noton of physical health, feeling like typical notions of health are out reach. it's tone of eloquence however here, suggests that there is a privilege being given to the writer, as she casually disregards consumerist ideas of physical health or 'bulk' also.

by powdered salt she could be referring to another drug, amphetamines or ******* maybe, asking for a replacement medication that will cure her speechlessness and even trauma perhaps it would seem - as the next line describes the powdered salt as nothing more than a blight on human autonomy.

As a writer, sh could have a vendetta against these drug prescribers or she may just be unsure if other concepts such as love. which, to be fair do seem to be absent from her other writings.
Autisma Feb 5
Maybe it's best to be just this high
No marriage of heart and mind
A conceptual morgue of a literature lost

- otherwise redeemed

Amen M
50 · Nov 2024
Accolades
Autisma Nov 2024
Abstaining becomes a maverick
Bluffing gets me going stopping being insincere
They pose a question every time
But why does it have to ******* rhyme.
If insecticide was iodine in a breath
And our egos were only temperaments
And (I know what your thinking)
Imagination was diplomatic
I mean to say it didn't have to be an act
And just vibration equalled peace
Well for those who do that weird **** with ease
And an encumbrance was an afterthought
But one that never touched the sky
(My dreams they are collosal and I wish the world knew why)
If sliding on grass wasn't simple
In the way that the C.I.A is
If we infected our children with a bit of disease plasma:
to stop those ******* getting to us.
If we knew the underside of new knowledge
Getting to the facts...
If there was not an act to cover for another fact!
If the reality of the situation matched up to our dreams
If we were not subjects of honour able only to shed tears.
If logic didn't exist just love did so none of us ever choke
If there were several more songs to demonstrate how just today God coped
If there were ants who lived on our shoulders
And dogs that didn't know the meaning of love
If there were melodies that could do more than ****
If confusion was an inner bout of cancer making the outer one obscene
If martyrs wore accolades in honesty
And didn't have to stall
If these aliens were dead
If unicorns bravery opened up portholes into the universe
Where evil will only wait
Or the human beings and others can invite them right on through
And adjust themselves to the time.
If we perceive what is not there we can get the typing too
Rigged through an escaping rhythm that always without tempo recedes
But I don't upset the rhythm
You wouldn't even know what it is
So, I'm an alien am I?
Is that why I'm living in a special zoo?
The angels are fake and I know this on speed
God is real though
And Jesus Christ is our Savior
So for him he begs of you to provide.
Poonanny god
I know you're all aliens on this site like all poetry btw
50 · Jan 13
Dead on the inside
Autisma Jan 13
Trouble ensnaring my depths like a fool
To outgrow the cost would be to er on the good
Side of my soul but my heart doesn't say that I should

Rely on my heart then, so easy to say
When it hasn't felt love for the longest time
Without tricks at play

To Garner it's wisdom again would take fire
A blazing picture of past vivid emotion
And, still aflame, in the present sincere.

For what looks upon the restless soul
Is (- to make -)
The heart, and willpower alongside it
Means everything else is stolen art

For true transparency, check the dreams
Of a hundred different sways
That the branches of the trees were doing
On Adam and eves first/last autumn day.
49 · Feb 4
Addie hampton
Autisma Feb 4
There once was a girl called Addie
Who liked to take away the faddy
An insetter upon poverty
She had A glass like certainty

And never wished for anything
That she could not achieve

Amen Addie hampton
48 · Jan 13
Woe
Autisma Jan 13
Woe
Artists rumble and weight out the time
It takes to write the appropriate rhyme
Unless it is forgotten in a sea of smoke
Where towers and buildings they wished
Were a joke

Trap the embjambment, the pauper and the prince
A release it would be if he could just sink
Into his own thoughts
Where thus far only thugs dwell
Thrown out from the concept of peace and outcry

For safety he ***** instead of seeks
But a wrinkling meekness is still up on his
Cheeks

Where when he is cheeky he points to the crowd
But the singular ugliness in front of him
Is that which was vowed
And to which he is not allowed

The more he is silent
The more the cut off point arrives
There to disrobe him
And make his father proud

But a sure death lies in it
Where fathomed first turns blue
Is as clueless as the first spring bird
Hopping about on a city scene

But I've seen those cemeteries
And Ive felt their vibrations that that that that that that
And if there's not people alive in them
Then they're just animations

Which I highly doubt
As I see holograms everywhere
And they contain meaning
Even if it's just to scare

But dust arrives justly
In the evening
Where waiting on hand and foot
Another group of seagulls have learnt to sing

And carrying on as weavers they out share
Their grenades, parachutes, and worn out trousers
Just on the look out
For all this foul stuff.
By Amy Elizabeth Stares
47 · Jan 22
Ecgcentricity
Autisma Jan 22
The plasmic screen at least of course trained us into rebelling against ourselves
And as ineffectual as it is, the technological or constant onslaught of misidentity makes them slaves to not only themselves but us.

This is just my spiritual knowledge
But of course as a human being, none of my experiences regarding the generosity in communication of/from others (as real as they may be) has been very spiritually rewarding.

However, well, this is all I have to say about it.

Let's start vaping in the communal area again shall we?
And smoking *** legally?
And congregating as unique beings?

Or surely the war in ghaza, Israel and the shut that the elite do to people in escape rooms will get worse.

Hell, let's even wake me up from my coma.

May the holy spirit be with you all.

If you choose to see clearly.

Amen chariots of the gods.
Poonanny Lord. Dancing God. Daisies! And rumbrgh woods in that tent, (truely magical until I abandoned it to the insects... I wonder if they were real or not? And if that's changed til I last/first saw my parents as holograms?) now let's break bread god. Or eat some noodles. Or be Parry to the envision of one long basic metaphor. Amen God.
47 · Jan 23
A prophet/prophecy
Autisma Jan 23
A prophecy isn't something that necessarily won't happen if noone acts on it
Particularly the prophet making the prophecy.
Prophets are mystics,
Yet they give in so easy to the sincerity and standards of mysticism itself
Or just work blankly for the authorities
That they never make their prophecies come true
Clever prophets work it out on a screen or on paper, whilst engaging in their spiritual and health practices etc etc etc, and then they implement the wisdom they've received from that into a plan.
That
Amen flower,
Amen C.I.A
Peace out "Grandma!"
Sorry you're not allowed to take part human prophets
45 · Feb 9
Cold wise looks
Autisma Feb 9
Bulbous tunings fetter out the cold wise looks
Of a dancer
Who even lost her grave
Either/or the menace in the deviation
Traces nothing back from obliviation
But forwards into oblivion
Where dust and scar are alike
And cannot attack the divine e
45 · Jan 23
Titleism
Autisma Jan 23
The counter intuitive action consumes the
Thorough blow to the chest
From icy winds -
We flee

Gusts of geranimo stall and cluck
Like fearsome dions
And freakishly or fittingly
The armour is won

A wooly hat, woven from a spider hat
The classlessness has treathed forth
Since the beginning though

And these days it's a matter of
Who catching whom
Or whom catching who

When it should be who catching you
45 · Feb 5
Infinity tunnels
Autisma Feb 5
The outings were all bedaddled
By egg shells and the city of woking
Waking

To a cylindrical metaphor implanted tunnel of darkness

I have seen a lot of infinity mirrors on Amazon yesterday

But they all seem so bright

Yet PERPLEXING.
thecityofwoking wokingcity infinity mirrors stockexchange dad infinity - mirror
41 · Nov 2024
Silliness
Autisma Nov 2024
A tidal wave of grizzly bears
Pulled up in the recliner
Taking hits from a bare forest bongo
And ingratiating themselves into a coma
Poonanny LORD
40 · Feb 8
Orbit the earth
Autisma Feb 8
To entice the slice of listening grip
Tiny plastic cat toy ***** must
Orbit around the earth
Never wishing for more poetry
Instead instilled with a memory.
40 · Jan 23
Trees
Autisma Jan 23
As trees are set alight
The coridoors confine us to chestnut oak
And Greek symbology becomes irrelevant
As infancy in a tizz.

Many languages
The that conundrum of autism
The ****** of a mother of a saint in
Teenage confidentiality
But also confidence.

The ma in a name given to the self
To get rid of the schizophrenia diagnosis
And supported housing imprisonment,
...Autisma
Ma meaning mother
And as an autistic still quite unsure
Of the meaning of this

But no longer a schizophrenic
There's always the hand that creeps in
To stigmatize the cuticles.

And so as far as what can be deemed fact
So far
Ma means 'more'
Against the alternative meaning of mother.

Amen god, and how I love you.
Hi C.I.A psychiatrists! Okay I'll put it in writing now
Not that I would say in my gut you didn't already know
But my family appear to me as having completely different identities everyday and i was unaware of this until I arrived here. I, frankly, dont see the point in sticking up for myself with them - because it I'm not <i>with</i> them emotionally. Or spiritually. And I'm not too sure what it is I don't understand, but it's a bit like understanding versus overcoming. and yeah, there's a short summary. Save me!
39 · Feb 5
Untitled
Autisma Feb 5
Listening is like an acronym
When people are listening in
Do thoughts flow anyway?
What is schizophrenia?
Where do the loose ends come in?

Is an exception to the foreign a cradle?
Or a rule?

Amen.
39 · Feb 4
Explanation
Autisma Feb 4
To do a dance
Permed via biased time
Ie manipulation trying
To take effect before time
Is pondering upon the effect
Of an until
Opened up by the aftereffects
They'll never be done
And for every reason there is
They want to tear apart the fabric
Of life
Whilst ******* me off
And loudening the unoccurences
Of current events
Whilst playing dumb
About all the dumb stuff

Amen Arknawr
Amen God
For the truth has been written
38 · Feb 5
The cuckoo
Autisma Feb 5
The cuckoo chucked her bridal wares
O'er the fire grate,
Arming it's chuckles with renditions of
Cluck cluck cluck
That else
Was a closeted affair

How is the sheen? A farmer said
Do you mean for cleaning or tidying a grotesque milliard asked
Well it's a consequence of the chest of drawers where the hiding never takes place
Except for when the chuckling takes place


I don't get it the farmer concluded.
38 · Feb 5
The deuce
Autisma Feb 5
So you think you've got it worked out do you?
Like the spinning in your heads stopped
And the tapestry has already come undone
But you had your eyes closed all the while
And so your dreams aren't even visions yet

Put a little song into practice
Stop moving the chairs around
And wrap up your hair nicely
And get gone

Amen LORD
38 · Feb 5
Memory trick
Autisma Feb 5
Say it ain't so
She finally got the speed
But it's all so paradoxadized
And There's a memory trick
And a peti riff

And another take on free will
37 · Feb 8
Untitled
Autisma Feb 8
At the brink of expulsion
There is a disdain
Which covers the cut

From excrement to excellence.

Amen God.
37 · Feb 4
Thug life
Autisma Feb 4
Arteries at the
behest
A warranted regality
normed
By   visualisation of a
trashcan kind
37 · Jan 24
Causation
Autisma Jan 24
My apologies to you madam
For it seems to me I am lacklustre again
Of course you did not marry me
And yet you are here now -
As if we are in love!


I have asked of you nothing
But STILL you take via your very presence
And the other past love rapists growing
Backwards around me
Including in their so called gangster dialogue


But always in information moving forward
And, therein lies the worry,
boy do they know how to act.
That
L
35 · Feb 4
The dictionary
Autisma Feb 4
Defined by enhancement
The facts were at a left
And bromide and citrus were kind
To the plasmic interference

Whereupon the aims choose alliance
Bargaining with the Sceptre and sepsis

Origami charmed the fort of forlost
(the real meaning for that word)
As pylon upon pile of trajectory of change
Persecuted the xenophobia
Like pond pebbles ruining it for the fish


Nelly the elephant sparked a mission
A millenia or so ago
And feeling it was dichotomous to write about
Felt herself constantly backtracking into lost thoughts, brainwashing and passivity

Meanwhile the clocks were whirring round like animals in a zoo
Unafraid of the gianormous bullies who wanted to destroy time.

But the latest edition of the New Yorker was filled with pseudoscience
And so even times stillness could not be stopped.

The bread was doubled to interfere with an already accomplished challenge
And as the seas surface energy was spent
A young man discovered that rice was only for the poor.
35 · Feb 4
Schizoprenia
Autisma Feb 4
Ramparts couldn't see the squeeze from the start
underarranged boyishness had a hand in it
Like a tortoise motor, running on the colour black

Georgia cried out, the well that's in me is like a haughty judgment to you
- the pieces of the puzzle don't fit

But she got there all the same
35 · Feb 5
Correctness
Autisma Feb 5
As the correctness debeckons inaction the collective body sets in
There's no contradictions as far as I can hear or see
But within the living is a semblance of verociousness and vehemence and
Vicariousness dably panicking at the park which contains all things
The corrosives are backed into a corner and the voices in my head continue.
Good boys don't question a lady's wishes or value anything intricate that doesn't concern them. Amen God. Jesus was everywhere Amen God. And fun foresting went no further than doing away with the system, being a hippy, therapeutic nirvana for Autisma, and then universal psychiatric etc etc success for Jesus Christ. Amen God.
34 · Feb 5
I'm happy
Autisma Feb 5
There's a little more room at this moment
And I won't ruin it if the calm sets in properly
And if I get included properly permanently
(And it's not just me that matters)
By contradicting what my soul has been longing for
For
So
Long
But
Neither
Will
I
Say
Amen.

Amen God.
There's hope! You glorious creature lord. Your might is incomparable
And may your light shine down upon us all
Amen.
Autisma Feb 8
i dont keep secrets
but the entirety of the block does
block heads, they call themselves
intutied by the far waring nose abouts
neating and swalling their way up to each building

except for in the summer, when pansies grew
and the cutlery was at least superfluous to the ordeal

whereabouts were unable t be substitututed, just surrealised
and then the claim came that they had been too subtleized to be otherwise

the ulterior motives were irrelevant  as a corset worn by a ghost

and so there was no evidence.

sunflowers Lord.
32 · Feb 8
Creases
Autisma Feb 8
All monks ratified the gargoyle of addementum adamancy...
Froggy outbuildings were only available for murders
And the only real rule was the celestial.

Amen lord.
32 · Feb 9
Toucan
Autisma Feb 9
Toucans worn out verily
By the haust in the horizon
Spical specialities leak out
For a dug at consumerisation
Frank the rafter
And John the son
And the pigeons which crowd about us
Their business not minded at either end
The city's walls run dry
And a cat lady sleeps
Illuminating the want of her children
Through making sure they play their part

Tuners or tongue rings
There's a gift for all
If you're willing to stop a minute
And listen to your call.
31 · Feb 9
Deja vu
Autisma Feb 9
Deja vu is like a robot who is a child just trying to play
As sunshine fades la cracks in the wall of bricks unswell
And a long due favour of formulation springs into being
Chastising for an already fought battle in the name of taking a shower

The long or short straws of uncivilized rule making and trickery
Blase as it may feel to those experiencing major distractions or difficulties in telling what is really going on
To you I say this
Look at what has been going on for the longest time
Considering my, as a goddess's dynamism too.
Dynamism history Jesus Christ mythological evidence
Autisma Feb 7
It amounts to nothing
When it's taken back
A permanent display of change
But they they just want me to react

All the while I'm sleeping
With nothing really in my head
I guess we should be severed
If you want to cut off my head

And in the throws of finality
The conquest seems more dear
But there'll be no grieving process
Just rumination
At least that one things clear.
29 · Feb 4
Ben tatum
Autisma Feb 4
With a wisp, he attacked the challenge
Alright in his opinion to the music
Strolling through it all
Like a mongrel

His hair was beautiful in a typical barbershop way
And his quitting was always frustrating to him
But applauded by the conchords


Who as they dropped bombs upon us all
He floundered below
Vanishing into non existence
Because he couldn't bring himself to retaliate

Once he has vanished he crept out of the rock pool
Into a wooden hut
Where he has to breathe deeply
As his ego raged

Many injustices has been done
But it was over

He had lost his love
He had redowned the road to fame

Like a cheese factory
Running on its own
With mice evolving as fraud workers there.

Like a moth gracefully dying
Taking everything in as it has no more, no less
  Awareness of its wings

Just body

In a state of exquisite Buddhism.

Like a UFO invading his nightmares
For reasons he can't explain

To anyone.

But maybe it was just because of his need to fly
Without effort.
To freefall.

To not care.
To degrade himself
And succeed.


Poonanny Ben tatum.
26 · Feb 9
Remainders
Autisma Feb 9
the crust of the pie can be taken with all sorts of sauces
cut offs, remainders, brought in for the muscle to feed on
when the salty slides out of view, to a seemingly chaporpned
shore bank

there's left a brain without any collusion at all
and the fern which grows beyond the gate is just a trite little

among the ponds and frogs, however, princes run
only prevented by structure and rules

although because of this girl there was far less damage done
than the damage those other people who died did this morning.
and i think they all know why.
Autisma 2d
A tear in her jeans was myopically, at the undercut
A similie for misunderstanding in the past
Ah what's relevant? Relevance picks at you like a giant human acne *******
Without acne
Terrible the things they do
But then they don't really involve us
So maybe they do have a heart
Loveless propaganda, nightclub fantasies, hospital bargains
Prison nightmares.
The soup of the day didn't look tasty
But it was adequate to the receiver.
Standard rules? Or exceptional exploitation?

Well I wouldn't call any exploitation above exceptional
So perhaps its just my life is an exception.
A discourse to I would call it anyway though.
Still been *****.
Still been tortured nearly every day of my life.
Still never trusted anyone.
And I hate myself for that last one.
Poonanny divinity.
Autisma Feb 9
Lay the letter on me
Ranch me up from the forest to my knees
Abiliant to the crust of the core of mirth
Transparency in a transient form travels
But only to the oath and back
Numb from all these accolades
The buzzing and brilliant mostly only echoe
But unapparent to that is the medial, meloncholy underscore
That trips the fur, fuzz wire
Glamorizes and ramps up the cystelege
On a whim
To anarprize the lullabyest of cork cracking imbecile
Ility?
Or crocodile?
Or water sprout?
Or canker?
Or ram?
Or slizzered....!?
Or hypnosis?
Or information extraction?
Or a packet of crisps?
Or gentle soothing of genitals?

The valancy coveted the gold and green
Wearing what was wherein like apaloosa
Where the kindred of communicative enjambment could
Be splattered like a fly
And to prophesie
All the where's fly off out the stage
The contours gave engarcia to the guwaffed and few
Yet, Still there were standards
Multitudes, censure, and what has been written above ensued!

Poonanny God Lord man.
I enjoyed our communication earlier
Love Jesus x
Autisma 4d
The  contingency of alcatroz
beguiled like a drop of honey in petrol
what fairs the best, in extreme circumstances, is the one that does not give a ****
but maybe, i must say - cares spiritually
so then they have entities, angels and other spirits on their side
the armour that is required for a shopping trip is just as much as what is needed  as that which is taken to  war,
in this day and age.

Noone is safe
And for  example, if the fight is unbeatable, because it involves a computer system then the mole hill must be disreputed through a grassy lie enema sorting bit by bit the bodies of the most fortunate but whose bodies no longer belong to them. perhaps that is why they are kept in unfortunate circumstances,
24 · Feb 8
submarienish
Autisma Feb 8
submarineish the joint dependancies were or werent art
the army just couldn't decide
fillaments of tutitlism emptied their canvases at the station
....gruesome pileups endangered the worlds species
as arumentative tv hosts grieved over viewing numbers
i dont use /s in my poes anymore the soldiers keep editing that into my more recent work
24 · Feb 9
Ghostly
Autisma Feb 9
Laughter corroded the pang of the heart
Ghostly in its precision of fallen bareness

The strings allocated to the puppets legs
Flashed in his memories as she walked

Danger preceded the meeting of the cat named Satan
No mist descended, one tried to escape pain
Then they didn't know their true name.

Counting the devourment of numbers and numerical advantage
Took rockets of species away from bars
And without intimately landing them home
Left crustations flabbergasted at the lack of sand

  For it had all been taken away
Just because it couldn't be counted.


The rooster crows, and an angry man dies
The starlight issues encouragement to its glove, the moon

Who is standard in its emphasis of atmosphere and agriculture alike

The mining for gold was stalled because the thought gehuerth opened up another barrier to a scene beyond musicals and one that perhaps didn't even need music.
......certainly not death anyway.

Amen God.
24 · Feb 9
Grey dunces
Autisma Feb 9
Gray dunces
Atrium art
Uncurled unfolding
No smarts
Well wishing
When unconditioned
Either bleeding
Or passing through the
Spirit realm when not
The cannisters of anachronistic
Sailing can frankly rot.
As when I have an alien in my body
Nothing can be discerned
Although with my eyes I see clearly
My reactions may disappear.
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