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The average person knows between 20,000 and 30,000 words.
~ and for Senor CG~
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infinite then the multiplicity of combinations,
and yet we use so few,
and the comforting ones,
we repeat unconsciously
for they apparently applicable
to the boo/hoo/who in Who Me?


messing about in poetry,
an excuse to betray ourselves
to a greater audience with
hints and provenances,
secret’s subtle
could mean
trouble


I have revealed more than
I could believe ~
not the drabfactoids
but the insights


that flesh my self~sketches,
you could ask me anything,
my answer simple and
insane~same!


if you explicitly explain
there is no fun in that,
but the clues writ large,
answering questions you
didn’t know to ask


plenty to hide, some too
well disguised

but the hints are clear enough,
to make sure you’re
asking the correct ones

so,
sorry apology
Senor Carlo
the doorknob to my spotlight clearly
visible
in the portrait of my preposterous
multi~nefarious words

no great reveal
no screaming squeal
for you to decrypt

still requires an
inning of
excavation digging,
for it’s in the over thousands of
psalms and prayers
and a few layabout
poems
who/hoo,
too*
(wink)
12/7/24
pluviophile May 2017
behind monochrome layers of fog,
clouds,
ice,
are beauties of the natural world.
long forgotten and taken for granted,
a variety of reds,
blues,
yellows pile up.
our spectrum -
our prism of crystal glimmers -
fill up our everything.
now,
fading away in my remembrance,
remains nothing but a sheer shine,
a dazzling imagination
filled with extraordinary visions,
replacing the wonderland
outside of it.
written by c.g.
ClockworkGrenade May 2014
Pain.*
Everywhere.*
In my head,
And in my heart.
Exploding against my consciousness,
It ***** the energy out of me,
As I sob and cry,
As I draw out my knife,
Prepared to die.
I would do anything,
Just to end my pain.
This misery,
This torture,
It kills me,
Inside and out.
It's time to end,
The pain I hid well.
So I'm going back home,
Back home to hell.
ClockworkGrenade May 2014
Life,
So full of joy.
Happiness made to be unbearable,
Laughing with friends,
Wishing everything could stay this way.
Suddenly you meet a person,
That changes your world.
Then you think that it's the one,
The one that was meant to be.

And that's where your hell begins

All you see then,
Is blurry but blood red anger.
Your mouth continues shouting,
Though your eyes are tearing.
Your voice comes out painful and sharp,
And yet it still shakes.
You think it'll be okay,
Then your friends begin backstabbing.
Mocking you,
Pulling you apart,
Bit by bit,
You slowly lose yourself.
Your family, you think,
Will probably listen.
But they have no patience for you,
No time to spare for you.
You fall into emptiness,
A void of only darkness
No longer do you see the sun as joy
But you glare back at it
Brown orbs turned red,
Filled with pure hatred.
You think to yourself,
Nothing in this world is good
You forget your personality,
Your character,
Your everything,
And soon,
You lose yourself.
Slipping away from all consciousness,
Then suddenly,
*Gone.
ClockworkGrenade Jun 2014
In the world, conflicts are strong
In this world, there's so much that's wrong
In our world, no one is giving
And in my world, nothing is living

My world is plain,
A simple black and white
All is monotonous with disdain
And then you came into my sight

My world burst with life
Rainbows and no strife
All my wishes were coming true
All of this because of you

We journeyed together
Continuing with our lives
Unaware of what awaited us
On the other side

The moonlight shone bright
And though the stars were dim
I could see what reality did to you
In that pool of red you laid in

Your hands were cold
Clutched to the blade that pierced our souls
For you were leaving this world of colour
Bringing it back into darkness but now with three colours

Black

The colour of my sorrow
My soul could no longer stay pure
There's nothing left to live for
Because I had lost my light

It is a chore
A curse, a suffering
I want to end it all with the very same blade
But I know you would want me to stay strong

White

When I go back in time
Thinking about summertime
When we danced with joy and laughter in our eyes
As our lips clash, knowing that you're there will suffice

For meeting you in dreams
Whenever I manage to escape from reality
I run to you, arms wide open
But my arms close into empty space

Red

Like all the light,
There are also darkness
Like the nights that I cry in my sleep
Awaking to the smell and feel of blood

My arms are sticky and my eyes are red
Bloodshot, exhausted and depressed all over again
Every day, I go through this grief
Now I hold my weapon, trembling beyond belief

I'm sorry for disobeying your final wish
That I wouldn't take my own life
But now listen to my death wish
There is no longer any point in life

Because with your soul leaving this godforsaken world
You took my heart and my spirit
Along with my world.
ClockworkGrenade Jun 2014
Back then, everything seemed simple
Always smiling, with that little dimple
Never were we sad, but rather the other
Being as close as sisters and brothers

Then everything changed, when I was pulled away
Forced to change, to leave, to go astray
I wanted to be with you guys, entering our future together
But my parents thought that this change of schools would be for the better

At first, we continued chatting nonstop
Our bonds were still going strong without a stop
But then suddenly, we were too busy to talk
And thus our friendship ended, quite much as a shock

I only wish that one day
We would again be together always
I will go to see you guys one day, soon
I swear this on the light of the moon

10 years later

I walk up to the dorm where I knew you guys were staying
And although one would not know it, I was silently praying
I open the door, to find no one in sight
But what really scared me, was that the place was dark as night

Dusty, as if no one had been there for years
I walk around warily, all eyes and ears
I saw a picture, of all of us from back then
Next to it was a scribble, with a paper and a pen

It had an address, so I assumed they had shifted
I walked my way there, but the place was restricted
To dark to see what the name of it said
So I thought all was good and would come back the next day instead

I came back, only to be stopped at a halt
My eyes became wet with tears that tasted like salt
I walked inside the compound, slowly until I found it
Their names written on tombstones, and thus, I fell, deep into a pit.
This poem, was written in hope that each and every one of us would appreciate our friends more, because from personal experience, time is limited, and so I say this: Appreciate, love and always take care of your friends, because you never know when they have to go.
#cg
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