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Xallan  Jan 2019
Xallan Jan 2019
If I had the right tools I'd show you
How empty my mind is, like a computer
That updates every few months,
Erasing all that data, any wisdom.
Deleted- motors still whirring
Fans still blowing upon the spinning
Of an empty disk, a blank hard-drive.
Ready to encode new preferences
New creeds, programming, ideations.

I am still searching for understanding
Of race, of society, of priorities,
Of gods, of worship, of labels,
Of love, of lovers, of choice
Of the parts of people they choose to reveal,
They choose to hide (their masks),
What they cannot choose to be, and
Cannot choose to show-
Of humanity- identity.

I don't get an opinion on any of that-
Try as I may, I will never understand.
I was born without an identity
And wisdom teeth, likewise,
I am not wise for lack of them
At least never need removal
For like wisdom teeth, the result
Of irritation is surgery, pain, and recovery
I skipped that, so that pain isn't real.
bekka walker  Sep 2014
bekka walker Sep 2014
I'm tired of relentlessly digging up my own guts.
Insides wrenching until I feel something close to empty.
Sometimes empty seems so loud.
To escape the confines of my hollow silence,
I plead with my whirlwinds to redirect my madness.
Madness strung hand in hand with the outlawed 40,
and over rowdy yuppies that are too old to illegally sketch their rebellious spirits on ads that taunt them with their own insufficiency.
The sounds of smashing glass invite me to **** up my blackness into the midnight hours.
The smell of defacement summons me to heave my loneliness onto someone else's tangible reality.
But even in the electrifying twilight, I can't help but feel tired of digging up my own guts.
TD  Sep 2018
Facing Insufficiency
TD Sep 2018
wooing, cajoling, persuading
sealing fates with ashen faces
lingering like a sweet silhouette
in the flush of summer's rays..

I worry that these words won't be enough
to battle such blanket darkness
in resolve against the outpouring hordes
the curses and contempt flung about
those blindly-stabbing daggers.

And then..
lifting the veil
gentle fingers pierce and ***** at my insecurities...

and I realize..
all words are not my own..

I'm inspired.
Evan Stephens Dec 2017
White noise is falling
from the treetops again.
I'm looking for a new apartment,
touring the giants
up and down 16th Street,
wondering if I'll cry here too
across the ancient parquet,
& who I'll bring home
to share coffee and deep jags
of insufficiency, feelings
I should not have shared.

Everything is eventually
unspoken, everything is.
Keep the heart off the sleeve
for a change. Hideaway
in the dull bronze candle
of winter city sunset,
gently tarnished with old snow.
Pause on the high Taft bridge,
despite the height,
and drop the heart away.

It's a lie,
I couldn't do it.
The heart sticks
in the hand.
Bill Johnston May 2019
Kansas still hangs 'em high.
Albert will dangle for twelve years.
KBI presented an insufficiency to 12 blind mice.

A mischief destroyed Mr. Wilson.
He has no North Pole any longer.
He hangs on the tree of injustice
Discrepancies in sentencing?
Roxana  Feb 2019
anxiety attack
Roxana Feb 2019
alone in this café
drunk on this feeling of
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i m not enough” she says as she’s staring at the alcohol pouring out of a
cheap bottle
starting to breathe faster than ever
what is that
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“i can’t breathe”
yes, she didn’t breathe
actually she doesn’t breathe when she’s supposed to talk in front of her class or when she’s supposed to pay at the cash register or
When she’s supposed to phone her mother to tell her she’s okay & her father
to ensure him she’s doing fine while sitting drunk on a Black chair
she can’t breathe...
“911 what’s your emergency?”
“anxiety attack”.
melissa rose  Dec 2018
self harm
melissa rose Dec 2018
I captured the moonlight
in tiny incandescent jars
and watched it reflect for hours
glaring fiercely to reach the stars

I plucked The Hunter
straight out of the night sky
and watched his belt dimming
unfit to pursue Pleiades, he cried

I charmed the love out of Venus
desperate to call it my own
and witnessed her beauty diminish
while my vanity cast its stones

I harnessed the light of the Sun
selfishly hoarding the ultimate power
and witnessed my own life force
become increasingly dimmer

It is causeless to ransack
or squander gifts of wholeness
allowing our fear of insufficiency
to steal what we already possess

So bask with stars in moonlights’ glitter
Honour Orion’s strength as your own
Unbind the sun’s rays to kindle your spirit
Return Venus’ love and never feel alone
12/10/18 The human condition of taking selfishly the gifts we already possess is like a  giant wave of darkness that keeps pummeling our magnificent shores.  #lovemorefearless
CataclysticEvent Aug 2019
I'm devastation in cling wrap
Melted to the frame.
Popped balloons on birthdays.
A bankrupt business.
Giving out more then it has.
An empty O2 tank,
On the hip of a cystic fibrosis patient.
Useless extra weight.
Like an anchor
On a boat trying to set sail.
Going nowhere.
Remaining in the same spot.
Growing  roots
That barely scrape the surface.
Only to be blown over
With a gust of insufficiency.
Inadequate valves
Leaking out life sustaining fluids.
With more effort to fail
Then to just
Let go.

— The End —