#extraction
Look
Then you will
See
Listen
Then you will
Hear
Pretending
Doesn't work
It's simple
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
another page
with words
on it.
another extraction
from , spilling
free. ashes from
ritual to the
dexter , projections
of intimacy to
the sinister.
this space does
not allow
anything and yet
is open to everything.
a lightning strike
s l o w e d
to the
length
of a
l i f e t i m e ,
happening
behind your eyes.
the circuit is
already complete.
but not fate , not
determined , not
catenary.
don't you remember ?
you already let go.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
I can feel my drive alive and kicking,
I have done enough
collapsing and sinking,
and now I have no more time for you,
no time to soak in the blues,
Head up high,
I won't be overthinking.
You pout because you know
I'm not a fragile thing,
I walk away,
your words and looks lose their sting,
I know this isn't what you're used to,
and my self belief is new for you,
Less talk, more walk,
Now I'm the one creating distance.
I'm on a different track,
and my body holds a poet
and she's biting back.
One thing's for sure;
I let you walk out that door
because I have grown
to thrive more on my own,
And your superficiality
has caused your social fatality,
And now you know
I don't beg anymore,
I don't hesitate anymore,
I've reclaimed my throne,
extracted you from my bones.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
i am an empty vessel
in a world revolving around extraction
if i am valued against what i can give the world,
then i am of no value.
nothing can be reaped from me;
for nothing has been sowed.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
Pre
*City noise drowned by my ears.
Rays of sunlight passed through leaves.
As cool breeze blew my hair,
I realize, I really wasn't there.*
Peri
*Inoculation started with titanium tips;
I looked elsewhere and thought real deep.
Anesthesia sunk down in my cheeks.
My face feel numb with swollen lips.
I think my mind wandered far enough,
Little me saying "Hey, I'm tough."
But my tongue tasted blood and rust.
But hey, I still do give my trust.*
Post
*Continuously, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
While bringing it back, after taking the ivory.
The familiar scent of isopropyl filled the air.
He gave me a specimen of the ivory that I once took care.*
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Give me your mind and talk to me
let us talk my talk
let us walk my walk
Beware because I am
not a gold miner or even a coal miner
but a mind miner, extracting your self-product
lying deep within your deep and dark hidden caverns
I will dig out your most hidden psyche
I will dig out your most deep inner world by my grinding words
Your inner product will be on a talking conveyer belt,
washed polished and dried to perfection
I will then reinvent your freshly dug up social product
and inspect for flaws
If all passes my inspection, that reflects myself,
the stamp will declare, approved by the Good Mind Keepers of "Herd Mentality".
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC