i govern an idling heart doomingly glazey won't lift a care but won't swat no fly either maintains functional with the safety hitched on observes the public goings and fro-ings without discrimination but offers no service no aid and no addition
docile and folded and dormant of view in a world-scape kniving to be brighter more memorable and avidly self dominant i am a skiving witness
the older i get the more this approach is not an easy one i observe a neighbour bully about his kids using jest rewards between shouting them to heel and cuffing them violent i observe a lady place her friend with a simple remark ('i like your choker.. it's like something i wore as a child it's nice to remember that') i observe war retread on the screen i observe a couple secretly kiss and brush fingers.
human spoil seen now ; it draws pity, pain and longing i am not devoid despite much practice some involvement on my part may be due
... Dear Mr. P - [stop] - ... I was your knife in the water, a credit card kept exclusively for killing - [stop] - I was a gingersnap on your sugar train, a flower-filled glory box to swallow your whole wide world - [stop] - I was night, night of the electric insects, praying mantis and ladybug — nervous animals, lotus eaters, enjoying a ceremonial after meal - [stop] - I was slivers of pseudoscience poisoned by man-made seasons — a new and beautiful and interesting disease - [stop] - You and me, we are now the same — snapshots in sheared time, before the closedown of our impossibly ****** impulses - [stop] - ... Best wishes, V ···
There’s a thin line between hero and villain. Everyone’s a hero in their own story, But someone must be the villain. Both are born through trauma and grief, Yet one rises above While one brings others down. A gentle push from fate Spirals an innocent mind. Eventually a choice is made. The proverbial line is drawn. And teetering on that line Is the indifference of man, Waiting for their push.
All the words I want to say Balled up, I throw away Because at the end of the day It doesn't matter anyway What will it change if I were to say The things in my chest, boiling away Coiled up, as if it were to say I am going to explode any day