#identification
Tank all your profiles,
Cause they're tightening a snare.
𝘞𝘩𝘰 are you identifying?
Are these my views?
Is that my perspective?
Is it 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦?
Tank all your profiles,
Cause it's harder to get ******* physical than digital.
It's either a check or an x
To be marked onto your square.
A few fascists' dream
Is a legislative nightmare.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
One simple thought
Igniting a wildfire
One match that turns
A whole world upside down
We can pretend that it's not there
It will burn deeper
Cause it doesn't care
A domino effect
That's hard to stop
It's a blind spot
No way to grasp it,
Change it,
Make it disappear...
The more we fight,
The stronger it'll persevere,
The more alive it is,
Contagious pain
And identification
Will keep on breaking trust
And sending us
Into a black hole
Of intoxication.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
swollen with pride
disturbed with emotion
despised from arrogance
endorsed with depression
clinging, body and mind
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
You are just a fool in the
middle of a canvas,
blocking images
of the
Light in your soul.
Come along with it.
Love your body and don't
let it remain in despair.
It will Thank you.
See It & Respect It.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
night is falling,
falling,
falling
the clouds rush to and fro,
needless journeys with no end nor beginning
scrolls of verbs written across the sky in messy
tangles
of confusion and stress and mayhem.
wind picks up leaves and dances with them,
but tethered they are and tethered they shall stay
and the wind quickly finds the only companions that are his to keep for a while longer
are birds and misplaced people wrapped in tinfoil.
a noise echoes from far away
singular ears strain toward the nothing that is something
searching for more and more
as something begins less and less to shine
and the stars never rise from bed
except to manifest themselves as wet teardrops
from which everyone hides, sheltering himself,
discouraging any future expression
of weariness and quivering and loss.
the tears meet the grass in a show of quiet surrender
the grass turning to their nighttime lovers
yearning, ever so much farther,
to be reunited with another display of lacerated love
from the shy sky and affected darkness
i also regard myself to the stars’
seeking one lash of freezing acknowledgement,
seeking one who knows what i feel down here
seeking, if only because i am not everyone
nor am i alone a stone,
but i am the clouds,
the stories,
i am the wind, alone in joy and pain,
i am the whisper from the mountains, never heard but always uttered,
i am the stars, never seen but ever seeking,
i am the rain, a magic, shunned by all but those who crave life,
i am the grass, hoping in vain to meet to the one i love in joyful tandem,
i am they, and they are i,
and i sit in a seat to my left and shake as my soul is read from a paled paper
hoping to the roots that someone who is not everyone might come out of their home
and drink the sky with me.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
you see a video in which
the bad guys hold the floor,
where helpless people die
a dime-a-dozen death
and you forget
it is just a magnetic tape or disk
has brought these figures
to their nameless destiny
the bad guys may be amiable actors
privately
in your illusion's grip
these people really die
and you
do nothing
for their lives, their souls
not even push
the saving button
on your remote control
* * *
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
*
She ached for identity like a lover for their flame
but lay despairing and dejected
When she couldn’t find her name.
*
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
I am from the past,
of mine and all the rest,
from memories and mind
and thinking for the best.
I am from the willows
drifting in the breeze,
from magnolias and maples
and the spray of salty seas.
I am from the orchards
packed with booming mines,
from sewing hands together
and fading away lines.
I am from a petrichor
soothing away pain,
from thunder on dry earth
and scent of dust after rain.
I am from the universe
every star that ever was,
from suns and moons and galaxies
and a magic police box buzz.
I am from counting stars
yet leaving time unnumbered,
from waiting 'til the day is right
and knowing the clock is slurred.
I am from the abandoned
forgotten and alone,
from black sight and forced fright
my supporters never known.
I am from the dream catcher
with borrowed feather tears,
eating all the insects
to drive away my fears.
And I am from the future:
the prospect and the test,
from seeking on for treasure
and a heart inside my chest.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC