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IPM Mar 2019
Uni
I tap the screen and watch a clock
tiny 0's and 1's
1 PM passed, tiny taps click from my pen
oh, how I wish it would go through
the ethmoid bone in my brain.
IPM Feb 2019
My bones are turning
dry,
       breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
       cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
        beneath,
the hounds hungered long.
IPM Nov 2018
~~~

My gut spirals swiftly
downwards the twilight zone
a throne of skin and bone
speaks
"Thine sin you must atone."
Sat down, below red skies
above my head, familiars
reflection shines in eyes
of thousand flies perched atop rotten meat.
I rip my heart out and eat
it too.
Ignites a fuel deep inside
the hollow depths of this mind.
A darkness rose, roamed long ago
here
speaks to me now:
"Fear not what is to come,
sacrifice the living,
**** the young, burn their lungs,
eat their tongues an-"
"What madness is this?"
aksed my image
the ghastly apparition
"This plane is not unnatural,
tis' only a future you invision..."

~~~
IPM Nov 2018
I don't wanna feel this anymore
seeing your face like this before
it's more than a symbol
more than I know of
this feeling called love
can only be described with simple gestures,
not words.
IPM Oct 2018
Extravagant silver locks fly
feathers in the sky-frame, gaggle of geese
stears towards sunsets of yesterday
greyish tentacle hand figures
shadow puppet men conceal
the ripest of minds
ate limes
on trifling gates constantly conflicted
contagious curtains ceremonial currents cravenly libertine auspicious precepts extolled hither dispiriting flourish apostate gallantry divul@() 56$#sZ..*,"(6#-?@!!12%kad6':
Make what you will of it.
IPM Sep 2018
~ I met a little flower
somewhere around the road
and it was shy, but bold
its petals, small and cold

I held it somewhere warm
hid it inside my chest
and slowly it was blooming
without a day of rest ~

~ One day, the little flower
burst out with sudden grace
the beauty it had shown me
would stay by my place

In life it seems as if whenever
you take a small detour
you end up being greeted
with the things you truly adore ~
~ I think that Yoshiro Togashi summed it up pretty much ~
IPM Sep 2018
Into the fray
I make the same mistakes
I used to make back in the day
the suffering keeps me awake
but salt is the only way
I know of
that cures my pain
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