#biological
dogged-king,
of marble and stone
dogged king,
of marrow and bone
stomach,
swollen
with sour words
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 1:26 PM UTC
braided by burdens
hidden from the wandering sun
my cage was bronze, my voice frozen
only could stretch once i was
unbolted, unjolted, of all these poisons
soaking into my psyche at every moment
altering the shade of joy, door left open
reruns from the demons, another opponent
the drink so potent, my ego stolen
a wordy poet silenced to biological atonement
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 3:04 PM UTC
every drop i bleed
is another chance of life gone
every passing month
a sober reminder
of a clock that won't stop ticking
tick. tick. tick.
desperate hands
on a hollow womb
every drop i bleed
makes it harder for me
to meet you
Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
You left so suddenly.
I thought you were
coming back,
I was so alone.
Months passed and
you were still gone,
I thought it was
my fault.
That I had done something
wrong,
to push away your love.
I started to look
for that love
in other men.
Turns out their love
isn't sweet like honey,
but burns like whiskey.
Now look what you've done
to me.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 3:23 AM UTC
Man's stupidity
has once again been displayed
to what end foretold?
To find a vaccine
is man's first priority
for the days ahead
The instigators
of this world epidemic
to justice be brought
Of this pandemic
called the corona virus
deployed was by whom?
Biological
warfare it seems to be like
no one will admit
We may never know
if it was a weapon used
in a secret way
May God help us all
is now an ardent prayer
repeated often
_______
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
The factory was a dual role one
It was a great division of labour
And of resources making double the profit
On a Monday it made polonium
And on a Tuesday it made baby milk
And on a Wednesday it made anthrax
And on a Thursday it made flour
And on a Friday it made cyanide
And on a Saturday it made sugar
And on a Sunday it made strychnine
This was a factory of war and peace
It depended on the day
It was worked in three shifts
7 days a week
365 days a year
Feeding nation’s civilians
And poisoning the enemies
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Oh, Scarlet's got a boyfriend now
She says she thinks she found the one
Well I don't what love is all about
I'm happy for her anyway
Oh they say that "You've missed out"
Cause you don't understand the misery
Oh they say that "you've gotta find out
I'd rather keep it all a mystery
My friend don't you worry about me
I'm fine
I got my head on my shoulders
My friend only cares about things
like time
She say we're only getting older
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
hypnotic euphonious voice
summons
pulling me
deep crevice
inner darkness
unfolded
somewhere between
black hole
light folding out
absolute nothing
equals
something
take away
energy plus light
glue between
organic biological treasure
contained
skin cell facade
glowing from the inside out
just you
love that light
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC
You don’t get to come back
You can keep your lies
I know you didn’t try
Lighting up is all you had in your eyes
So me and guys and her
We suffered from the choices per
The addiction you let control you
Separated
One with drugs
One who lost
One with debt
And one who died
We all cried
We mourned what you took
What you stole
What we lost
We can’t retrieve that time
But the four of us
No, three,
That’s two for me
Will make it up
So when you hear me
And ask,
When you can come back
The answer is
When you clean up your act
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
Why fear death?
It's natural,
It's biological,
It comes to us all,
wether you want it or not,
sooner or later,
nobody stays to tell the story,
when they go,
they say nothing and never come back
we try to reach out and nobody answers or calls,
guess we have to look for it in the yellow pages.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Who Am I…©
Am I a biological cocktail
Of atoms and genes
A being of enlightenment
From another cosmos
A melding of time and experiences
Twisted into a known identity
A confluence of memories
That will one day fade into thin air
A figment of my imagination
Or yours
A spiritual being going through a human existence
“We are human beings, not human doings.
Every once in a while we need to stop and smell the roses,
Hear what is really being said, taste the essence of life,
Touch someone’s heart and see life for what it truly is,
A journey with rest areas.”
Andreas Simic©
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
ignorance is bliss with a kiss
you could dismiss your choice is this
you had your night of fun
and look what has begun
the lady was taught how to plot
you got caught and took the shot
you took at it alone
your regret is your own
here comes the lady kinda shady
caring your baby oh no maybe
you should have used protection
on that ********
not a clue when you said I do
the glue that would ensue
you told your college days farewell
and hello to your days of hell
I came to be time to flee
you wouldn't agree you stayed with glee
you chose to pick up the pen
without a single amen
your trust we must adjust
for her lust was truly unjust
you should have gotten a test
and kept your address
you signed with pen your own sin
it came from within but then again
you jumped the gun
and its too late to run
~K.D
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
No dad, no hassle.
No parental battle.
I guess this should be a good thing.
It's not like it's ever bothered me.
Except that it has,
But depending when you ask,
It doesn't anymore.
I'm completely fine.
I'll continue my life.
Nothing, nothing has changed.
I've managed without,
So why would I need?
Why would I want?
But sometimes I can't make up my mind.
So I do nothing to it.
It's the only thing that's safe.
Because once you've done something,
There's no going back.
Why give it the chance to effect me?
I don't want you.
Don't want to know you.
You don't even want to know me.
You're not my dad,
Barely a father.
To be a dad you have to stick around,
But you were never there to begin with.
Other daughters and fathers bond,
But I wouldn't want to with you.
You're the wrong type of person anyway.
Even though, I've seen some of your Facebook posts.
One I found very ironic.
And too much time has gone since I was born.
I bet you don't know I'm fifteen.
You've probably forgotten about your unknown daughters.
And why wouldn't you?
Funny, you don't know I exist.
But this poem, I wrote about you.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC