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Jana Pelzom Feb 17
A worm, it fell
As I opened the toilet door,
I ignored the unease,
Mind hinged to the floor;
Do worms fall every time
When I try to be of the open sort?
Shadows distract  
So I look up into the mirror;
A disoriented figure
Looks back and smirks,
**** it, it reasons,
You must save yourself,
You’ll regret it
If it finds your ears;
**** it, else be in constant fear,
Look away,
Muffled, the voices subside;
The madness that haunts
And tells me of watchful eyes,
Of my helplessness
And how I can but only toe the line;
Why did I think that,
Is there any reprieve?
The breath that stutters out—
A faint missed beat,
Doubts of existence
And of very thought,
For no reason does it exist,
It simply taunts
And then disappears.
Ataraxia ©️ 2021 Jana Pelzom

Every time I try to do something, I wonder why I do it. The perpetual question of whether we are who we are because of what we do and decide, or if everything if already predestined. I believe in karma and more, but if everything is as it should be why do I struggle with life, more precisely, why do I bother. Constantly searching for freedom from dissonance/fears, oscillating between ataraxia and dread.
B E Cults Feb 2
"I said, there is home."
to nobody.
different names never changed
a **** thing.
we could see no people
to/who/that learn how idle
doesn't mean "still".
they've made a god of progress;
progress is toothpaste in a sink.

who couldve sown those ideas
together had they not been
all blinking buzzing neon sign
in the window of the page?

probably quite alot of folks
had they not been so busy
wiping dried blue Colgate off
of porcelain.

simple, remember?

so it goes.
always.
dosey doe down long hallways,
around puddles of ****,
singing songs long faded
to ambient noise.
please, mumble a myth for the void to posion.
the void in your avoidance.
the void in the poignancy.
the void on the points of stolen steak knives stuck in the hearts of the strigoi
shuffling outside our windows
day and night.

drip gold from the mouths of memorial statues,
we need that.
badly.
I cut up to make new connections in MY network of association. anytime there is rigidity it means that's how the words were on the page.  if you enjoy this aimlessness then you are blood of my blood. the majority dont get it because they think something is here to "get". this is the 3rd cut ive posted here that came from Faulkner's Light In August. I cant stand Faulkner. so I vandalize his work. hate me. I love it. I love all of you.
B E Cults Jan 31
I could survive the winter in your eyes.

I see what I want.
InkHarted Nov 2020
I started off as an equal
I have everything that they do
my life was one and the same as my foe
childish battles of lesser
I won baring cost of a little
but as time outgrew my conscience
I found that the pieces were moving against me
with time my company reduced
they left one by one
all in time forgetting me
my castles collapsed
my religion dissuaded
my protectors in hiding
I could not run anymore
I have been cornered to a wall
as the queen left silently
without saying goodbye
I could not live any longer
she was most precious to me
I could not win without her by my side
so the king knelt down and died.
Abstracted Sep 2020
I ask myself
Why we are all the same
The universe feels simulated  
Like an advanced video game
Lost in being
What should I gain?
Is this real?
Am I sane?
“End it, Deem. You’ll find out” Said the thoughts inside my brain
I’m no curious
But very anxious
It drives me insane
Till I ***** all of my ambitions
And praying
Those intuitions
Fade
Once again
You Made Me Go Through All These Experiences Just So I Could Write About It? (too long)
or
TISFU (that is so ****** up)
Or
Next!
Or
L’enfer c’est les autres
Or
I Hate Strangers!
Or
Street Corner Conundrum
or
Is that Approaching Drunken Psychotic ******* Yelling At Me?
Or
You say Zombie...I say Zombie Works
Or
I’m Happy **** It! 🤗
Or
You Sugared? The Peas?
Or
Does He Have Balance Problems or Has He Been Body-Snatched?
Or
Digital or Analog?
Or
Get Your **** Outta My Face
Or
A Rose By Any Other Name
Or
Extreme Peripheral
Or
Is That a Cowbell?
Or
You Said That The Lord, Jesus Christ Wants To Mug Me?
Or
Winter’s Coming
Or
Do It For Less
Or
Yes My Legs Are Great!
Or
My Friend Says That People ****!
Or
******* Rabbithole
Or
RabbitAss Hole Hole
Or
Dingbat!
Or
God the Couture Warned Me!
Nishant Rawat Aug 2020
Sometimes, it feels like we are living in a simulation.
A simulation designed to ultimately doom all of us.
Midnight Thought
E Jun 2020
The world is so big and I am so small
At some point in my life, I'll find meaning
The trees and the mountains are so tall
Sometimes we all just want to dance and sing

The question's in the air, I can't pop it
Am I real or just a simulation?
Sometimes I just want to say,"Ugh, stop it!"
Go on and live my life in this nation

For now my questions will not be answered
Oh well, I guess I can do other things
Sometimes in our lives, we need more than words
To express all of these crazy feelings

I don't know how to say,"I am sorry"
But I do know how to make good stories
Arcassin B Mar 2020
By Arcassin B.

This epidemic is nearly stupid as **** , stupid as ****,
they make you run rampid, they give you no luck,
they sell you some ******* about being trapped with
a virus you only knew like a month,
tell you clean all the stores out,
give you a surprise to the gut when they punch,
and its crazy,
People still ain't ******* over desensitized to be smart,
think about all the children that couldn't live through this
**** and now watching the stars,
looking thru the silver line in this matrix , that'd
be a start,
A virus has nothing on your mind if you cure your heart.


©abpoetry2020
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