Cellulose, stalagtite, cellular device
Short term abbreviations, quick talk slows the nations.
English language spread so wide,
Multiple meanings for them to lie and hide.
Dumbing down the whole population
Dumbing down the whole generation
Dumb corrupt slavery nation
So many frequencies in these feeble heads
Which ones are they ******* with to make us do something else instead
Drone ants marching all day
Building, munching,  texting our intelligence away.

this is my introduction to something i never wanted to make up

something that needs makeup

to hide all the rust it built up

in the winds of an apocalyptic sky

see, there i go again, with the same jargon, the same death-comes-for-all

i’m so sick of my own talk

i’m so thirsty for new words that don’t sound like mine

for words that don’t find ****** rhymes

for voices that don’t herald the end of days

because my eyes don’t see what’s really real

they’re seeing only what is metaphorical

what is above is not a stalagtite sky

and what is between my toes isn’t the smell of rot

and my flesh is not actually decaying

the way i feel my soul has been

see, i started out trying not to be me

to conjure something that changes me

but this identity comes down like a deadweight

tied around my straining neck

screaming in my ears, words

words in my head, it’s all too much

it’s all too real

get out

A stalagtite hangs,
like thousands of others.
Water droplets fall,
echoing through the unlit chambers.

A singular shimmer exposes half-buried remains.
Dripping interrupted by quiet steps and whispers, focused and methodological.
A stone fragment loosens,
falling onto dusty hands.

Chiseled halls, carefully decorated with remains of what once were as alive and thriving as us today.
Our origins, our reconstructed memorials of what was once conquered by a flash that dimmed even the brightest stars.

What will be the stalagtite that will collapse upon us all?