#impulse
Every First of January it occurs,
Popping out of my mind like a hibernating bear
Ravenous for knowledge, productivity, promise
A desire to learn. An itch to open every tome
And gorge on all I missed out on the years prior,
A list not of resolutions but of references.
The cave wall smattered in names and subjects,
I wish to absorb it all into me;
on the wall, it will mostly remain, washed away by overwork
I will forget all of these things in 7 days time,
and another 358 days will pass
in a capitalistic hibernation.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
dark swirls
obscure my vision.
they only leave
when i
scratch,
pick,
repeat.
scratch,
pick,
repeat.
a leak forms.
my brain quiets.
the ink withdraws.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
i look at you -
long and hard;
strike one off
the tally card -
of false promises,
and dubious words;
i peck your bud,
and fly like a bird.
i draw the line,
and watch it fade:
every second
you and i are away -
from each others grips,
coming down the trips -
i wonder if there was
another way.
smoke rings rising
up the clock -
show me the times
i forgot to lock:
my impulse for a high;
i’m not sure why -
i was expecting a key
at the bottom of the rock.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
I felt the sting of nightshade bubble up inside me,
Once more, I cough up the bloodied Solanaceae.
Purged into my lap, budding with flesh,
Pallid petals ripe with Persian plum mottle, gored and fresh.
Racking my body in waves of herbaceous excruciation,
Crawling up my throat, clawing in botanical mutilation.
Lain out on the creased stone,
My macabre of a garden is blotted with the watercolour of my own.
Weary from retching, I stare at my withering ***** with distain,
I shrivel internally at the burden of mopping each and every stewed stain.
But I know I must clean the mess I've forged,
Because its nobody apart from me, who impulsively gorged.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:00 PM UTC
'choice' -
it's a weird impulse.
i did not choose to write this,
clearly.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 11:22 PM UTC
The connotation—the impulse.
The urge, and the strike.
A candle, a lighter—
the flame that ignites.
Sitting on the floor, in my room that night;
pen on paper, those words in my head.
Then the flame burned the papers—a fire so red.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC
What we humans are
is nothing, what we desire --
is all that matters.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
And how does one ask for help? Or plead and not feel
Pity, shame? And does one ever grunt and say what one needs to say?
At some point in the yarn of the time, how does one
Look over one’s shoulder to reconcile,
How does one open a mouth to say
“I am lost. I think” But does one truly think,
Or act on the impulses.
Or calm oneself to ask. Ask!
And “When should I think?” I ask
“soon,” I say, “soon, on some wintery night,
When my windowpanes creak in the cold,
When my steel glass never gets warm,
I might think or ask, how does one not think?
and find a reason to reason with it;
The weary long journey, how it doesn’t end
And seems to start at every corner of the road”
“Perhaps, I shall shave my head
and wash my face with some fragrant soap
or trim my beard to look sharp and address it,
perhaps, soon!”
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 4:38 AM UTC
such a wild thing to think.
how these thoughts,
romanticize your voice.
it’s all that i can hear,
all that i want to hear—
as if everything ever derived
from these id-driven impulses,
is to ask for only your voice.
only your voice.
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 2:29 AM UTC
i hold a shaky palmful of death
noting that it is surprisingly light
i swallow reflexively
feeling shocks through my hand
i could just do it
i could just do it right now and it would all be over
why don't i do it
my body, fighting to survive
my brain, begging to die
and i am no man's land
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
I'm being slowly pulled away,
half unconscious, astray.
My morals converted to lust,
certainly lost in those lips,
on those hips, on those thrusts.
Drop by drop I fade,
reducted to dust,
your eyes on mine,
those sighs,
never out of my mind,
a ***** heavenly sight.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
A faint tiny tear
Can feel like a replacement arm
Leg or eye
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
Our systems show myopic woes
Foresight floats instilled in days
Who gains the most from short term aims
So easy to consume at pace
Routine breaks what hunger takes
Dilated weight from piled plates
To run on empty drives our kind
Spurred on by impulse
Mind caked in space
Clear your clutter on our way
Can shortcuts passed inhibit growth
Will we endure effective change
Sustain slower long term flows
To enter a fairer age
Filled with wisdom of younger days
Which ambitions reign supreme
When the state of fullness is temporary
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
In seclusion and focus
long enough to settle in,
every word or phrase
becomes an understatement
with a greater pause
and reflection to it,
whether we sense it
or not
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
You shall know thereby
a word or message’s
been right
if your Bowel Heart
trembles at it
whilst Mind can’t wrap its head
around it
(pun intended,
as they say)
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
Words like
“Syria”,
“Arabia”
or
“Aleppo”
somehow as beautiful sound
like oil pastels
on beige
found
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
The kids are going to do
What they want to do
They may have just ruined their lives
On an impulse decision
Whose to say what works ?
You find somebody you like
And you roll the dice
That's all anybody can do
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
You didn't think it through,
Did you?
Now you're lost,
Because you don't know what to do
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
Is a ‘reaction’
an initial impulse to act
after an experience?
Do reactions
get us into trouble
when we act out the impulse
without first self-introspecting,
becoming aware of emotions and thoughts,
self-evaluating emotions and thoughts,
and self-correcting emotions and thoughts?
For example:
A toddler cries
then her mother slaps her hard
then regrets the slap
when her toddler cries more miserably.
A youth insults a man at a bar
then the man punches the youth hard
knocking him to the floor unconscious
struggling to breathe,
then the man regrets the punch
and regrets getting arrested even more.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
We are an atom built within the galaxy
Wander and mingle for the sake of acceptance only
Sacrificing the only thing we own to get to the zero gravity
Hence, is it all really worthy?
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC