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A gush of wind
Dust rose
From the ground
Eyes blinded
Suffocated  nose
Oxygen, Oxygen
I cried
Deep slumber
They woke up
We can't help you
You die!
Oxygen crisis in hospitals. Corona deaths.
Is it a conspiracy?
I feel this empathy,
Like a weight bearing down on me,
But I have no power to change.

It seems like we're hurtling at a wall,
No one seems to notice,
Makes me question what it's all for,
But there's nothing I can do.

Too many people,
Too much stuff,
So many things,
Yet never enough.
I wrote this to understand the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness when it comes to all of the world's failings.

All this talk of carbon footprint and saving the planet. We're too late...the damage is done!
“Here’s the contract,

sign the line
with your codes
don’t forget the
shared collateral

Keep it clean

there’s a spot
between the Eyes
where the feeds
can’t see

Make it petty

grab the dirt
and his wallet
we’ll call it
‘botched robbery’

He was ****

tried to show
what we said
at the 'Yard
last summer”

… I forgot the wallet.
for The Convo Couch
#FreeAssange
WJ Thompson Jan 18
I’ll mimic Matterhorn or the worn ways we window gaze and swipe left
or turn right on the green light of another cliche
If you swear gray is all the shades you’ll
put on lamps to match the grayscale duvet
Then catch me if you cat o’ nine tails
a swallowed whale,
We swear with chapped lips a waterworn promise
Maybe the Amish had it right and we’re a little bit snobbish.
I’ll Jack O’Lantern your etch-a-sketch erotica,
Not much scarier, these days, trick or treat.
Q-tips got your tongue? I’ll Question where you Came From 4 as long i Chan.
You don’t leave the house anymore except for groceries.
Catch me if you cat o’ nine tails
a swallowed whale,
Nineveh won’t wait, it’s time to break bread with danger and death.
I feel a bit obligated to explain the general aim of this poem seeing as how most of the phrases seem nonsensical (and to be honest I didn’t ascribe meaning to them until after I had written them). This started as a flow of consciousness poem, where I was really just playing a word association game with my subconscious. I was inspired (positively) by a poet on HP who has a similar abstract flow to his poems. I wanted to write something unique, out of the ordinary, and in doing so I connected with a combative energy towards laziness and cliche. I should point out that I know cliches exist for a reason, in that they capture common thoughts, feelings, or wisdom in a succinct way, and there is a certain bravery in clearly stating your feelings for all to see. I just get a bit bored by it, it’s not intellectually stimulating. On the flip side, if you hide your feelings behind too many levels of abstraction, it’s possible that neither you nor anyone else will understand what it is you’re saying.

I also have a personal annoyance with poems which are thinly veiled erotica. It’s probably a bit petty, but I’ve seen so many ****** poems on HP. The “etch-a-sketch erotica” line was about that. My exact criticism is levied at erotica which leans towards the dark, grotesque. I have genuinely seen some clever erotica poems, but I generally avoid reading such material for religious reasons.

There’s a final annoyance, other then laziness and cliche, which is political in nature. I wonder if anyone sees it?

Lastly, I haven’t thought of a meaning for “mimic Matterhorn”. I just think it sounds cool.
Kaliya Skye Jan 10
your all seeing eye; my skeleton key
a desire to hide, met with longing to seek
the world is our playground,
we're no longer kids
swallow me down, til the meds can kick in

is this what you wanted?
can you take it all in?
an angel not fallen,
but pushed into sin?

you're carving crop circles
into my skin,
if i'm all thats left,
then shall we begin?
Saba Jan 4
Maybe none of it is real
Maybe the sky was painted
Painted so well that it came to life
It moved, it shifted
It spun, it cried
It then rejected mankind
Even when they tried
Rejecting its creator,
like a rebellious child
Its creation being imagination
Or spoon fed lies
Our creation fabricated
By men in ties?
???
LanTive Dec 2020
Before the birth of every creature on earth, there were a lot of processes that took place in the heavenly realms
Among them include soul manufacturing and soul delivery,
All these are assigned to the seraphims by the Seventh dimension deity,
However the soul manufacturing process of the human species differs from the rest of the earthly creatures because they are still connected to the Seventh dimension deity,
Hence some humans can tap through a different astral plane.
After figuring this out the Sixth Dimension deity who's made completely of anti matter thought he had cracked the code to become much stronger than the other deities,
He was going to connect a pure soul to himself but he was caught by the seraphims and brought forth to their leader who without hesitation was given a black eye by the Sixth Dimension deity,
The Seventh Dimension deity casted him out from the heavenly realms and turned him into a human being so that he could age and die because he couldn't be killed in his Deity form.

Life is beautiful where you come from and where you're going
But 97% of the human species don't know their purpose so life gets ugly for them and they influence the 3% to see it from their perspective,
The de-immortalization of heavenly entities happens on it hits the earth,
But it has to keep falling through different planes in order for it to lose it's ability to be one with the universe and it's memory.
That's how the Sixth Dimension deity was placed inside a human body
A different process compared to the Angel-Demon transformation.

Following astrology, every human is born under a planetary ruler and people who share the same planet are similar in nature,
The Sixth Dimension deity was placed in a human body that came out of the womb in the second Decan of the month of Tauras.
Carrying traits of love, diplomacy and a deep passion to achieve any goal with stubbornness.
As a baby he got physically ill more often compared to any other child.
He was named Alastair after his earthly father Alastair Mctinis who later died when he was two from chronic illness.
His mother who had no job moved back to her mom's farm with him and his young sister Zelda because she couldn't pay the rent at the house they were living when his dad was alive.
At the age of five, Alastair had another tragic moment when his mom died of malaria in his arms.

To be continued
MisfitOfSociety Nov 2020
Hey look it’s me.
On the tv!

I’m your burger,
And your drink,
On your coaster,
Then I go down your sink!

I clean your plates,
Wash your car,
And your floors,
And your very hairy *****!

All you have to do is click on me!

Say hello to the man,
On the other side of your phone.
He’s listening in,
On your conversation.

L-shaped couches,
And make up kits!
Brand new cars,
And television sets!

You don’t need this ****,
But you have to have it.

You’re a product.

Advertising on the plane,
On the car.
On the train,
It’s got you on the run!

On the floor,
During sport,
On a walk,
It’s got you on the run!

Everywhere you go,
All you see,
Is a product,
Begging for your money.

You’re not a product.
Turn off the tv.
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