#execute
Construction
Destruction
Death
Resurrection
Collection
Fixation
Dictation
Relation
Construct
Destroy
Death to all
Recall
Isn't it funny how
Something can be created?
Then at the change of heart
Your mind has destruction fixated?
You call for the heads of those
Who tear apart you world
When they are soon dealt with
The real you is resurrected.
You then collect the pieces,
They are now your fixation
Other are telling you how to rebuild
From friends and blood relation
Slowly but surely,
Piece by piece
You reconstruct the world
That had lain in pieces
Then you destroy it
Because you've had enough
And bring death to all
To vent the life that you made rough
And then you expect your friends
Who you just destroyed
To come at your beck and call
When you pushed them in the void?
Get real
You brought this on yourself
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
Each person is a pair of hands;
Each pair of hands a person.
Living out heart's deepest plans
Depends on hand's exertion.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
The angel called to me,
said I have wings for you,
The demon called to me,
said I have chains for you,
Living in a dome,
Imma bout to take this to the dome,
Come to my domain,
Let me change you,
Let me corrupt you,
Come let me serve you,
Give me elegant servants,
Imma put them in my dome with me,
Come sit in my dome with me,
lets watch the sun execute us...
Let us be reborn as one tonight
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
Stewing problems leaves you overrun.
Doing problems perceives them done.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
So many words.
Which to choose.
Amplify.
Execute.
Which to use.
Validate.
Embolize.
Constitute.
Simple smooth ambivalence
Relative.
Dissonant.
Hellenistic rhetoric.
Romulas.
Immanence.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Electricity-
searing through
every vein,
body brimming with
voltage, head to toe,
lightning
that strikes
every nerve simultaneously;
blinding, white hot pain
-
then blackness.
Flames-
the piercing spasms
of ten thousand sunburns,
combined with
the unbearable heat
of smothering summer darkness
licks slowly
up
up
up
your legs,
choking, choking
on dry smoke
and the ash of your own body;
screams, melting flesh, can't breathe, can't breathe,
-
then blackness.
Nails-
cleaving wrists
and feet,
invasive, bone-deep,
soul-deep
pangs, aches, agony,
as they punch out the other side
and iron
meets beam,
locking limbs in places.
Then lifting,
lifting,
lifting,
until you're
finally,
horribly,
upright,
hanging by your wrists,
iron grating
and grinding
against bone,
slowly,
oh so slowly,
suffocating under your own weight,
as muscle and sinew
convert from
allies
to traitors,
turning on you,
compressing,
and eventually crushing,
your lungs;
minutes hours days
-
then blackness.
Oh, humanity.
Oh, terribly, cruelly creative
humanity.
So many torturous ways
to ****
to execute
each other.
- the chair
- the stake
- the cross
- countless, countless others
each more brutal
than the last.
Oh, humanity.
Yet somehow...
the cross left
this darkness
for light,
a symbol of hope for
millions.
Men, women, children
everywhere
draw hope from
the cross.
WHY?
Why?
Because
we know
who it has
murdered - killed - slaughtered
massacred - executed - slain
sacrificed
but didn't
destroy;
who it
failed
to defeat.
The cross
couldn't defeat
HIM.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Love starts out with the illusion of a perfect, delicate, gentle rose
And then it's a guillotine
A heavy blade to strike you without a cause or warning
A guillotine
To execute the ending of something that has come into tainted hands
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
She never really thought of herself as a programmer
but found herself programming a boy on how to love her.
If she wanted him to smile, she would program him to smile.
If she wanted him to support her posts, she would program him to do so. If she wanted him to hug her, she would program him to do so. If she wanted him to ask her more questions, she would program him to do so. So on and so forth.
execute smile.exe execute support.exe execute hug.exe
execute questions.exe execute script.exe execute mirroring.exe execute routine.exe
It felt like she could program him to do just about anything.
This initially felt exhilarating. It gave her a spark of something within the unbearable numbness & lack of control she felt before she even got to meet this boy.
The only thing she couldn't program into him though was,
emotional instinct.
So even if she technically got him to do almost anything she ever wanted, all executed, & performed so perfectly on paper,
it all left her feeling empty because she couldn't get the very main things she wanted & needed the most.
To feel the warmth of being loved & chosen in a way that was no longer dependent on endless maintenance.
To feel chosen without having to script the moment first.
To feel emotionally held without having to manually guide the hands.
She realized that she could not get exactly that if every action executed was solely orchestrated by her every request & command.
She had thought & hoped to herself: "Maybe if I guide just enough… Maybe if I explain just enough… Maybe if enough correct behaviors accumulate… Eventually the warmth will become & feel instinctive on it's own.”
But that day never comes...
She slowly comes to the realization that emotionally engineered affection cannot replace instinctive emotional aliveness, no matter how perfectly all the desired behaviors are performed.
Despite her emotional emptiness, she found comfort in it as she thought it felt more safer, stable & predictable this way rather than having her requests denied, at least she still gets most of 99% of what she wanted done even if it was missing that 1%.
She slowly built an entire emotional survival system around predictability and behavioral control, only to realize it could never fully generate the thing she was truly starving for.
To be naturally desired without endlessly prompting, instructing & directing it into existence...
To finally see the boy's face light up whenever he saw her...
^That day never came either...
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“She discovered too late that love can flawlessly perform without ever truly coming alive.
"She could not program natural desire into the boy.
Every request he fulfilled whether it was a smile or enthusiasm all felt forced & unnatural. Every action he made felt like it came from a place of fear, perfectionism, people pleasing & performance anxiety rather than a place of genuine desire to."
"Which goes to show that even communication & asking for what you want & need isn't always enough."
"They may adjust for you the way you want them to, but now you're left wondering, did they actually want to do this? Or is this being done out of obligation & compliance with no life nor spirit behind it?"
"There's this lingering wonder of dishonesty in their actions because your intuition keeps screaming that their spirit doesn't match what they are doing."
"When you ask them if they actually want to do what you asked of them, you fear that you will never fully get the truth out of them because they may just be saying what you want to hear to soothe their own people pleasing tendencies and fear of failure rather than it ever coming from a genuine natural urge and pull to do so."
"I want you to want to.
Not because I asked you to."
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC