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Jan 26 · 38
Lotte Weiss Jan 26
you thump around with all your glory-
unwarranted authority
masses smile, clap, to great your eminence
masked grimace
before the roar, silence at the door-
the terror mute
no one there to rebuke


oh what it must be like to be a male
Jun 2020 · 582
Do what
Lotte Weiss Jun 2020
when the rigid mass that gnaws at your stomach
is really the heft and poison of a sullen heart
May 2020 · 124
Lotte Weiss May 2020
In the mornings I
think I will accomplish one
maybe two, probably not three

Euphoric peak that
diminishes with the un-
invited solar noon and fixed
May 2020 · 81
Exposed Truths
Lotte Weiss May 2020
I used to dream in black
A nightmare with a dark hue
Faces fleeting fast
all under the suspicion of
an indistinguishable mask

A world without empathy
Humans hidden beneath
a silhouette of self-absorption
Tenderness terminated by
an uncontested abortion

I'm no longer asleep
Rapid eye movement supplanted by
the torment of heavy eyelids

I stare out into the mean and bloodthirsty chasm of life
Up at the misguidance of individualistic rulers

This is reality
Lotte Weiss Apr 2020
Brains are fickle things
Mine is a skyrise
With fifty floors

There is an open sign
It reads:
twenty-four hours,
seven days a week,
no rest.

Seven thousand zealots
Devoutly at their keyboards
Tap, tap, tap,


Each floor oscillates in rhythmic unison
With the pulse of their caffeine ridden bodies


“Tell The Boss”

“Have you talked to The Boss?”

Whispers emerge:

“The Boss can’t appreciate our work”

“She is lazy”

“Our ideas are worthless then”

“I hate her”

Work isn’t mandatory, but it won’t stop. It can’t stop.
They work too quickly for me.

Robert brings me his last report.

“You are undeserving of this place - of our ingenuity - a waste of its capabilities”

Ashamed, The Boss hangs her head.
Apr 2020 · 160
The Box
Lotte Weiss Apr 2020
Have you ever been in Love?

yet trapped in a box
with enclosing walls
limited oxygen
struggled breathing
shaking hands

but when you open the box
you see it's not you

the apparition of love is sitting in your box
all in congenial mockery

because you're afraid to be alone

Have you ever been in Love?

Because I have not.
Apr 2020 · 137
Devote Companion
Lotte Weiss Apr 2020
When all feels lost.


Concrete becomes quick-sand.

I grasp for the shadows.


Within those shadows.

I hear Death’s laughter.

See His smile.

Feel His fire.

And I am comforted.
Apr 2020 · 199
Dear Life
Lotte Weiss Apr 2020
Eight. 9. Try 10. Maybe eleven. No. 12:30 pm? I guess. The bed below me vanishes. 

Life, ha. Oh, life. I didn’t know you had it in you. To create company so poor. So contradicting. Soul devouring;

                          limbs for dessert?

To let me drown in the company of another. To invert my innards, remove my senses, and spin me around.

Ready, set, go.

Down I go.
Life isn't always happy
Apr 2020 · 205
Lotte Weiss Apr 2020
My heart, a sinking ship

Bereft of balanced beams

Descends deeper towards its doom; Depth

creating elusive dreams

My hope, a shifting plate

Converged with reality

Shifts, shatters, shakes its foundation

A quake leaving heavy debris

My body, a tattered shoe

Weary from the long trek

Desperately pleading for its restoration

Left a disheveled wreck

— The End —