Running down a long hallway, I crash into a door , the impending doom creeping closer with each breath I push and shove , and even kick but the handle doesn't budge the danger is so close if only I was able to unlock the door I could escape and be free As it grabs hold of me it looks me in the eyes and swallows me up but before i meet my fate I catch a glimpse of the keys which have been in my hands.
Today I woke and couldn't stop thinking Of fear Inside the car, it was all quiet I saw abandoned buildings With their windows stripped Bricks gaping like a flesh wound The streets were empty, unforgivingly bare All this stony silence Felt like I was in a ghost town And I couldn't stop thinking Couldn't stop thinking I felt the seconds widen I filled my heart with poison Where was I? I saw all the signs of impending doom Throbbing and pulsing And then we just zoomed past it all There was nothing. Just a nothing town. Funny how a nothing can hold so much of something For all my melancholy musings All I did was go home And write poems about dead people on the rooftop Wouldn't you have liked to find me up there When I went to sleep and dreamed about them once again
the world is a scary place right now all around looms apocalypse foretold and I think back to simple times when the villagers mined and farmed unaware the pillagers forthcoming,
does it really benefit us to know whats coming?
is not fear of disaster only an extension of our fear of death? does she not catch us all eventually? no matter how hard we fight eventually we will be forced to surrender if we are not prisoner of war machines breathing for you
your mother's heart beats like the most beautiful song but you don't know for how much longer and you don't know what you'd do without her and you don't know how you'd ever be able to pay the bills or work a trade with your history of anti social behavior and inability to integrate and troubles with authority
yes, indeed we all love to fight it every single power that be man will strive to **** God until he surrender yes he will and every time he will lose
we all will lose eventually
it was Auden and stop the clocks at age 12 in the top floor of the academy I felt loss and I understood it and I knew this is how i could communicate it the inherent suffering we all feel, that comes for us all, some more than others
I never really felt good (and that is best for artists after all) and I always tried to die, likened myself to Plath and tried to martyr myself to the melancholy
dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well
but what was any of it for? why live a life of surrender? I believe so much in the beauty of life and people and all things bright and beautiful the reason death and disaster are so horrific- because its all just gone and it never comes back and its so simple and I'll never ever understand it nearly two decades and only now has the passage of time grabbed my head and forced me to look, forced me so. I cannot look away no matter how much I want to and I am filled with so much regret I spent all those years siding with the enemy poisoning the water that I too drank from I dont know why I did that I really dont I really thought that time would wait for me
I would do anything to stop her walking foreward, but there is nothing one can do
that is the root of our fall; no matter how hard we fight it she really comes for us all
my mum was diagnosed with cancer shortly before the pandemic began. I've been forced to confront the realities of death and time.