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Dream Aug 5
If roses were blue and violets were green¿

If fish were birds and mammals were amphibians¿

If hearts weren't glass and minds were stone¿

 would fall in love with me too¿
rob kistner Jul 10
(raw but real)
_

christ

another
disaster

another
obstacle

another
d­amned
impossible
decision

how
can I
decide
which way
to go
when
I don’t know
where the hell
I’m going

not sure
I know
what
it
is
I'm knowin'

barely know
where the fuck
I’ve been

gettin’
so hard
to
remember

with all
the
energy boosters
beta blockers
mood relaxers
and
sex enhancers

sedatives
and
laxatives
son’s a' bitchin’
poison
additives

health
providers
sanctioned
theives

l­ives
and minds
slaves
to big pharma

in
holy church
unholy
drama

deviant pastors
lyin' bastards
rapin'
in the name
of
god

I
mean

really

I just
don’t know
no
mo’

just don’t

think I’ll
just
sit here
on
my ass
and
watch
the
bio-altered
morally-faltered
cash-injected
flu-­infected
cell-updated
stimulated
oil-coated
over-bloated
computer­-aided
portfolio-raided
truth-twisted
iron-fisted
mind-expanded
e­motionally
stranded
flesh parade
go by

wanderin’ on

lost
as
mindless
spineless
sheep
can
be

lost as me

all
those
assholes
hurry by

like
they
got
someplace
to go

like they
got
some
important mission
that
they’re on

like
they got
someplace
to really
be

they don’t
know
what
it
even means
to be

here
now

hell
they ain’t
no place
to
begin with

nobodies
from
nowhere
goin'
no place

their
shiny shoes
don’t
fool me

I
can see
right through
their
crap

they’re just
runnin’
to
keep up

with whom
they
do not
know

runnin'
runnin’

runnin’ out
runnin’ down

runnin’ off
at
their
damned fool
mouth

expellin’
gas
from their
empty
heads
ruinin’
the ozone

and
still
they’re runnin’

runnin’
to outrace
the
wrinkles

runnin’
to outreach
the grave

runnin’ scared

terrified
to stop

for fear
reality
will catch up

scared
that all
they
ain’t
will overtake
them

face to face

while
they race
round
and round
like fools

rushin’
to get
more
of nuthin’
when
it’s nuthin’
that’s
got them

the nobodies
from no place
rushin’ roun’
with
nuthin’

‘cept
those
phony
shiny shoes

and
they’re
damned near
wore out
from runnin’

chasin’
the bullshit
dreams

security
equality
annuity
gratuity
equity
prospe­rity

guaranteed
increased
longevity

that phony
american dream
of
plenty

yeah
we
got plenty

plenty stress
and plenty
fear

plenty
liars
in
our
ear

and
we got
plenty belly

that’s
what
we got

obesity
anxiety
fabricated reality

and
fuckin’
worn out
shoes

worn out
nerves
worn out
friends
worn out
love
worn out lives

just plain
and
simple
wore out

and now

another
god damned
fork
in the
fuckin’ road

know
where you
can
stick
that fork

no

wait

better still

stick
that fork
in me

I’m done
_


rob kistner © 2018
A stream of consciousness rant.
Destiny C Jul 4
Inebriation
This liquid numbs my soul.
It gives me strength in its content , as
I no longer have any.
It's strong burn down my throat
allows for me to feel something.
Anything.
No need to chase a welcomed guest.
I'm afraid to feel-
so I mask.

in pulls
in shots
in any form I can have it.

The inebriation is euphoric.
Unlike any other feeling ,
This liquid numbs my soul .

There are many things I drink to achieve this state of inebriation.
The strongest liquor of them all-
Love.
Harsha Jun 12
When I was younger I use to ponder
How I would one day prefer to flat line and expire
The most attracted option my forgone war bound mind could muster;  
Was in the event of a global nuclear holocaust
It brought me some well-deserved comfort due to the fact that
  As the residual fall out would inevitably eviscerate me
It shall also decimate everything I hate;
Second viable option was a similar scene straight out of Micheal Bay s Armageddon
Caught in the aftermath of a world killer; a horrific meteor shower
As it would undoubtedly bring about my decease and lay waste to this insufferable biosphere;
Thirdly my personal favourite choice to realize my own demise
Was through a carefully administered heroin overdose I surmise;
Induced in a state of perpetual ecstasy locked in a coma Comfortably numb,
making love then becoming one with oblivion
I think I prefer this choice in contrast to the first two selections
Mainly to avoid all that collateral damage that would directly result in the deaths of a few billion;
But mostly because been lucid awake and sober is an absolute nightmare
Been rooted to a state of utter obliviousness and intoxication are a welcoming pair
And I have reached the point of no return where I no longer care.
Paint in acid
scream into static
through perceptions pallid
with desires archaic and elastic.
It doesn’t really matter
who lies at the other end of the ampersand
smoke and mirror shatter
grinding from glass into sand
yet here we stand
malleable and plastic
underhand
and egocentric
hallowed by introspection.
Our shadows long lost in the tide
with the whispers of deviation
I guess, I shouldn’t have lied
but you were my only means of abstraction.
Now,
we’re just timelessly out of fashion
now,
we’re recoiling from the passion
that was once instilled
visceral
riled
so sweetly sacramental.
thirza May 19
lemon juice smeared on your lips,
throats clenching in thirst—
your sourness is acidic.

triple sec cleansed your tongue,
lips coated in rouge—
your sweetness is artificial.

vodka chugged down your throat,
tongues begging for more—
your bitterness is piercing.

lemon drop ignited a fire in our hearts,
bodies flushed against one another—
your flavor lingers on my skin.

martini glass too small to drink from;
just one more is plenty
so i can dive deeper
into your scarlet stream
and be lost in your touch.



and, of course,
i’m taking another sip.
— because i’m intoxicated in you.
janja Mar 13
"
i realized:
i was not addicted to you,
i was intoxicated by the thought
of who you should have been

and in that moment
it came to me
your charm was potent
as though it was whiskey

you could ruin lives
just as alcohol ruined mine
you were way too nice
and you became the reason why

i drank all the pain away
trying to make sense of it all
my heart burst into flames
knowing that i took a hard fall
."
Moi
The floor danced
as the sirens,
they beckoned

Sweet words,
a soothing melody
to my out-of-tune mind

What is their hair,
shimmering with droplets,
to me, a white flag

The scent,
the fragrance,
the stench

Of their shampoo,
pulling me under,
until I am choking on their locks

Their eyes, like an anchor,
weighing me down
so I cannot struggle

Instead, I still,
my body, a freeze frame,
my mind, a ravenous tsunami

Grey, static, fuzzy
until my last breath escapes my throat,
and I drown
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