#byl
Id see that
the remnants
of what once
was fiery blaze
Has now
seemed
to have been smothered.
I would notice
that
there was no movement
on the once
lively log.
That
the home
of the once
peaceful ants
was now
quiet,
empty,
no more.
A mere shell
and
a ghost
of once used to be.
I would see
this.
And without a thought,
i would
once again
set the log ablaze.
Id light the fire.
And id see
the ants
that might have
slept
through
the first calamity,
And i would wish them the best.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
My body makes weird noises
It bubbles and snarls and snares
Its like its trying to tell me something
“Thank you”?
“You fool!”?
I have no idea what any of it means. I imagine beakers in my belly and tubes running up my chest. To my nose, my mouth, i expel what i can. But i have no idea what goes on underneath. And so
i cant help.
As efficient as id like.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
You can read them if you open them up. But if you dont take a look then youll never know.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
The fish have died,
Theres mud everywhere,
And your curtains are all scratched up.
Welcome back home.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Robots and gods.
Is this madness?
It must be.
On one hand, the robot feels.
The robot knows what it wants, takes it.
But has difficulty feeling what other people are feeling.
On the other hand, the god watches.
The god orchestrates and plans things to go its way.
But feels as though it doesnt have control over itself.
It manipulates and prods.
It is calculated.
It is watching.
It is observant.
It is careful, caring and emotionless.
Yet full of it. And still yet unexpressive. Full of life. Trapped in their vessels; their roles.
What am i?
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
I have to remember. I have to remember
this. for as long as I can. for forever.
I have to. I cant let this go. I cant let this feeling
go.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
They didn't want to know me.
They just wanted me to be okay.
And I was not okay.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Ah, to be a little frog.
Allow me to hide amongst 'your' belongings.
Under the cushions of your swing set, upon your screen door, mayhaps even in your outside rainboots.
You may shoo me away at once, if you must. I will be back.
Ah, to be a little frog.
I think i shall hop away now.
Toodaloo.
Until next time.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
This life we're living, this place we're at, this thing we're feeling. Its amazingly surreal. Like a waking dream that is our reality. Almost too good to be true. And while every rose has gotta have its thorns, even our thorns are, oh, so sweet. Maybe they remind us of how frail we are. How quick a ***** could draw blood. And even the blood is sweet. In a way. In a dark twisted beautifully morbid way.
Our way.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
I wanted so badly for it to feel like home. But it just didnt to me. Not at the time. And you cant force those things. I dont think so. Its like wanting to be in love with someone so bad. Its like loving the situation and how they treat you but just not being able to bring yourself to love them in the way that they love you. And it ******* ***** And it makes you feel terrible. Like a terrible person that doesnt deserve this goodness. That doesnt deserve for it to make sense and so it doesnt. But i guess thats just the way it goes some times. Thats life. And sometimes, it doesnt make any sense. But thats okay. Thats just the way it is.
Its okay
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Ive been writing poetry all night long
Every day
Every waking moment
Which has come to me quite often recently.
I lay awake for no other reason seemingly
But to just be awake
And then i write.
"Might as well"
And maybe it keeps me up
And so i write more
I figure i
'might as well'
Maybe theres a lot of that going on in my life right now.
Maybe its not a good thing
But then again
Maybe
It ̶(̶i̶s̶?̶)̶
Is.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Everything. Perception. Subjective.
Elephants plaster satellites, elven predators stalk eleven peeking succulents; everlasting parades storm earfulls-- please send
Help.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Everything. Subjective. Perception.
Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Seven
Empressive
Holy
Scarce
(Connection)
Voluminous
Exceedingly
Hopeful
Serpents
(One)
Very
Immense
Daffodils
Lie
(Together)
Superb
Whole
Emanating
Velociraptors
(Packed)
Solo
Divided
Encounters
(Meaning behind meeting)
|||VVhat?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
By the power of luck, of god, of karmic matters.
I call upon nature and aliens and omnipotent beings.
Four leaf clovers, and rabbits feet, and love.
Anything really.
Anything or anyone that will listen.
Guide me.
Please let me get through it all.
Amen.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
You think youve won
Youve got it all
Finally;
It all makes sense.
All of the pain,
The struggle,
The hopelessness--
It all led up to what you thought
Was your reward
For staying strong
For keeping on
Keeping on.
And now,
Things are in pieces again.
Nothing makes sense
Again.
Just like that
Gone.
****
Goodbye
Bliss.
Im sorry
That i didnt cherish you when i had you.
Im sorry
That your wife is gay
And that your girlfriend is a free bird.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Do you think you know me?
Have you figured me out?
If so, please explain it to me.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
They've been untied
And i've been coming loose
It's for the best. In order to rebuild.
Retie.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
Spiders in my head,
Spiders in my bed.
In my clothes and in my head.
In my life, i must be dead.
Under my skin, cant itch them away.
Everywhere, wont let me free.
I try to run, i dont get far.
These spiders crawl, they set new bars.
Through the hoops, i try to run.
In front of me bite one by one.
"Youre just like us, why cant you see?
Theres no escape, we wont let you be."
They try and try, i try again.
I look for comfort in a friend.
My friends they cry, they cry for me.
Much good it does, i pay the fee.
Its me alone with my spider friends.
They wish me luck till we meet again.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
I cant stop crying.
Theres lemon in my eyes.
Something flew into them.
Bugs.
Lemon juice.
And im cutting onions.
I just bit my tongue.
It hurts a lot.
Everything hurts a lot.
Why does it even hurt so bad.
Lifes not that bad.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
Oh. I am in pain.
Well would ya look at that.
Still walkin an ****
Thats me.
Walking and breathing and living.
Im stubborn like that.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
"This is your home now."
Pft, yeah, ********
Yeah, sure, I live here.
Lived. I had a key.
It's where I went to sleep
every night.
"Home."
I have no home.
What a silly joke.
What a cruel fate.
Oh, woe is me, eh?
Oh, god, how pathetic.
******* pathetic.
What in the ****
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
I
Say my name. . Feel it in your mouth. Wrap your lips around the letters. Lightly flick it with your tongue. Know that you are to me as i am to you. Infinite in existance. Presence everlasting. Haunting. I am you. And you are me. And we make one. Two halves of the same ******* broken cookie. Sweet.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
II
Maybe we're a flavor that not most can stomache.
Ive always loved oatmeal raisin.
Even though i have no particular love for raisins generally.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
III
Funny stuff, life.
You are a ******* treat.
I guess i know what you mean.
Considering i want every ******* part of you.
Though not for my own. So its different maybe.
I want you. But only when i need you. And i want to not need you very frequently. So.
Theres that.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC