Uphill rolling, the headless Oni butcher
Waving his arms, and the arms of others
Carving destructive burrows below
The walls of kindgdoms past.
Those fiery shafts of thought take flight
Bowls are gathered to make an offering
The stars above seek to shed new light
Because swords will not stop the thing.
The voices convince me to stand my ground
I pray they keep me safe and sound
Tartarus lacks motivation to claim the demon
I suppose
When I talk to the face I stole a thousand years ago.

Are these scratches on my hand from my cat or a knife, or from catching the edge of a brick caught in mid-flight?
Will I remember the blood that dripped off my fingers to gently caress the paper walls, or will I find my hand split open again to replace the pain?
Are these dumb questions? I've heard there were none but right now I might drown in this lack of ability to distinguish what's really hacking the sytem.

I am not a poet.
I am what I lack.
I am a scholar that doesn't read
Atleast the prose that you misinterpret.
I am not strong.
I am what I lack.
I put these daily burdens on my back
These ideas that break your bones.
I am a demon with no inclination,
Towards evil unless for myself.
I am what I lack.
These angelic guardians hold me close
While your demons tie you down.
I am apathetic
I am patient
I am death awaiting your final gesture
To the gods I am nothing
To man I am a riddle.
What am I?

Sooo I wrote this outta the blue last night super quick...not entirely sure what I'm talking about here yet haha

I may not be well-liked, but despite this, I will keep climbing for a higher life, was once advised that  "I must supply my own light or I shall die tryin'  Doubt they would write me in this script, simply for your excitement. Interwoven into wordplay.
Reciting mighty hieroglyphics Mind you, the haikus re-build themselves from ****. Make my itches. interesting. again. And follow blindly.
As if all of my lovers and kids
Had been sent
to defy me.
©️ Camryn Johnson, bowedbranches, twighead

I dont wannna be a hostage
And I don't wanna be another monster watching
All my brothers hang
From crosses
Because I couldn't stop
My jaw from popping
led to the poison pit yet again
And ate a written I should have never put in pen

curled up like a ball
the grey cat sleeps peacefully
in the dog's kennel.
30/4/2021

the transience of everything
      mandala in the river
               The Giver